The Infantilisation Of Women: 27 and still a child, a victim, and prey

I expected this at 19. At 27, it’s really grating

Whatever you want to call me, I’m just not the stupid stereotype of a partying, ditsy, fun-loving, naïve and unfocused young woman. Which is incredibly misogynist, but there we go. I like staying in to watch documentaries on geopolitics and buying paint swatches. I want to go to Capri just to see Tiberius’s palaces instead of the beaches. I have strong opinions on how to teach a child to read. In short: I see myself as an adult. But bafflingly, men still don’t.

I’m not a child. Give me my autonomy

I’ve always, always dated and surrounded myself with people who are older than me. Much older. Not because of Daddy issues or anything like that, just because the people I click with are usually older than me. I don’t enjoy a lot of the stuff my generation is into, and I’m fine with that, I’ve made peace with that. It’s taken ten years, but I’m not going to appease anyone by lying about my interests. I’m never going to enjoy reality TV, popular music…