If it’s normal for most teenagers and 20 somethings to constantly pick themselves apart and worry about how they look, behave, and whether the direction they’re heading in is the right one…then I’ve had a very normal experience of growing up.
It might just be the profession I chose, but after leaving Uni I often felt like the only one who didn’t ‘get it’, didn’t understand how to get where I wanted to be, or impress those I thought (at the time) needed impressing.
At Uni having a difference of opinion was a good thing, sticking your hand up and asking why? Or simply being vocal with your thoughts – it took me a long time to realise that’s not always the case in an office.
It makes me feel REALLY old to say this, but why can’t women (especially in the eye of the media) make a statement with their clothes ON anymore?
There has been so much ‘blahh’ in the press lately about the reasons why women are choosing to post naked pictures of themselves and share them with the world, that I felt the need to address this topic and explore the ‘trend’ further…
What happens when the squabbling and hair pulling you and your siblings indulged in as youngsters evolves into full-blown adult envy? Except we’re no longer jealous that we weren’t the first to get a mobile phone or stay up past 10pm..we’re now jealous of salaries, relationships, friendships, social lives and the race to the top of the property ladder!
I’m not ashamed to be a huge Harry Potter fan, I bought the whole thing, hook line and sinker. Perhaps because I like the idea of there being more to life than meets the muggle-eye; a layer of existence buzzing and bubbling under the surface, just as it does in Diagon Alley. Who wouldn’t want to believe in that? Who wouldn’t want to believe in magic?