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Yesterday I got lip fillers (there’s a post coming, I promise). I have fake nails, I’m a bottle blonde and I’m never seen without fake tan. I’m one set of fake eyelashes away from being a certified ‘barbie girl’, but I think it’s time to dispel the ‘girly girl’ myth – don’t doubt my ambition and ability just because I own fifteen types of foundation.
It seemed right in a post dispelling the GG myth to include imagery of these beautiful peonies. Not only are peonies the cliche blogger dream, they play into the typically feminine interest of ‘flowers’.I don’t know if you guys are aware, but there is something inbuilt in women that means we are all inherently interested in flowers. Furthermore, the opposite can be found in men, who absolutely abhor them and simply recoil whenever they are within a certain radius. All jokes aside, I used to buy flowers for my ex boyfriend all the time because everybody likes flowers, whether they have a peen or a vageen. If you have a boyf, brother or dad, buy them flowers. They’ll love them. Plus you can get 33% of any bouquet (minus the Flowers by Post range) from Blossoming Gifts with the code BGIFTS33.
Funnily enough, I am interested in things other than fashion and make-up – there’s jewellery, for example (just kidding (but kind of not)). I care about politics, feminism, animals in every shape from small to tall and games that let me dominate a post-apocalyptic wasteland whilst listening to 50’s music on the radio (shout out to other Fallout fans). But that doesn’t diminish the the worth of fashion and beauty, and I’m bored of trying to validate myself by aligning myself with ‘proper’ interests. Fashion and beauty hold the same ‘worth’ as interests in DIY, Sudoku or football, and it’s about time that we killed the ‘girly girl’ myth and declared once and for all that being a girly girl is not a judgement on your character.
In a Room Of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf wrote: ‘Yet it is the masculine values that prevail. Speaking crudely, football and sport are ‘important’; the worship of fashion, the buying of clothes ‘trivial’. And these values are inevitably transferred from life to fiction. This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.‘ This was in 1929, guys, but doesn’t this sound familiar today? Masculine values are elevated, and the more typically feminine values are frivolous, small, lesser than. It speaks volumes that the more typically feminine you get, the more ‘girly’ pursuits become.
But it’s not a case of killing the girly girl, it’s a case of killing the myth. It’s a case of declaring that typically feminine interests (even if these have been assigned to us – sewing, for example, which is typically feminine but which would bore me to death) are not minor, but worth just as much. It’s a case of liberating the girly girl from the back benches and declaring that, yes, I’ve stuck fake things to my body in all manor of ways, but I’m still a certified BAWSE and having killer pointed nails doesn’t take away from that. I’m not narrow-minded or frivolous because I like to dedicate two hours to getting myself ready in the morning, and evidently, I can still carve out my own business whilst lusting after a killer highlight and desperately wanting a skin peel.
Wearing fake tan and being a well rounded, well educated and intellectual person are not mutually exclusive. Fuck yeah I’m a girly girl, but don’t doubt my ability. The myth is dying and the GG is rising, ready to smash every industry with a Kylie Jenner lip kit and a pair of glove shoes in hand. Now bring me my chai latte!
