“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.” -Albus Dumbledore
So as you can see in my description, this is a blog written by a 24-year-old American girl-woman living in Dublin, Ireland. I’m choosing to keep this anonymous (for now) mostly to protect the people who might get mentioned in my posts, but also because, it doesn’t really matter who I am. Maybe you know me, maybe you don’t. I don’t care either way. What matters to me is just that you’re reading and maybe you’re thinking as a result. Like, on a slightly deeper level maybe.
Let’s start with the use of the term ‘girl-woman’. Man-child has become a widespread term to describe a male-identifying human of a certain age (let’s say 28+) who behaves like or shares qualities with a child. For example, when a 34-year old man, who has long since moved away from home and learned how to cook spaghetti on his own, blocks a girl from all social media and web-based communication platforms because they had an argument. One might consider this specimen a ‘man-child’.
But there’s no comparable term for women, and I think that’s because there’s this expectation for females to immediately become responsible and mature the minute they grow into their tits; and when they behave otherwise it’s often glamorized and seen as ‘endearing’ and ‘quirky’. And I think this is unfair. I’ve long since grown into my late-blooming boobies, I have a Master’s of Fine Arts, I can bake a damn good cake, but do I consider myself a full-blown adult? Hell. No.
So, I present to you, the girl-woman, the feminine linguistic equivalent of a man-child. The difference is that although the term girl-woman will sometimes implicate childishness or immaturity, it won’t always. It will more often signify the idea of a female-identifying human who is somewhere between childhood and adulthood, some days closer to adulthood and some days closer to childhood. In the sage words of Britney Spears, ‘I’m not a girl, yet not a woman.’ Hence. Girl-woman.
So I’m not gonna delve too deep because this is my first post and tbh I really want to go eat some creme-filled wafer cookies (biscuits? my lexis is changing. please halp.) and maybe make myself a drink. But here’s what you can expect from this blog:
Maybe some of it will be affecting, maybe some of it will be ridiculous, I dunno. I’m just, like, having a lot of thoughts these days and I gotta share them with someone. So please enjoy (or don’t, it makes literally no difference to me)!