So when we write something, we are supposed to write about what we know or have experienced. So thatâ€™s why I write about women. Apparently, I donâ€™t qualify as a girl anymore. Not even a â€˜young ladyâ€™. When someone says those immortal words to you- â€œdo you mind if I ask how old you are?â€, youâ€™re shoved on to the Societal Doom Train to Heapsville where everyone gets a seat because your dodgy knees cant take the speed. And Iâ€™m only bloody 29.
As women, we are told when we canâ€™t wear a skirt above the knee caps-nay-shins- anymore, when we canâ€™t be overtly sexual anymore and when we canâ€™t go to nightclubs anymore. Society says â€œyou have had youâ€™re fun and now your window is closed. Locked. Boltedâ€. Then all of a sudden youâ€™re expected to go all giddy at a powder blue cashmere knit.