Louise McSharry: Failing to live up to an impossible female standard
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a confession to make. I am failing as a woman. I am flailing as a female example, and I am perfectly fine with it... mostly. You see, the woman we see portrayed most often is beautiful and well put together, perfectly groomed and almost certainly wearing matching underwear. I am none of those things. But that's okay!
I mean, I know that it's okay. I totally know that, but there is still a tiny voice inside me which is irking. Why, when I will fight every day of my life for women to have the right to be what they want to be, do I feel guilty for failing to fulfil typical feminine stereotypes?
How exactly am I failing? Well firstly, with my clothes. It's not that I don't like them, but most days I just throw on jeans and a t-shirt. Why? Because I'm lazy, and I like to be sitting until as close to departure time as possible. Secondly, I like to be comfortable. As a result of this, if I'm at home, I'm wearing my pyjamas. I'm wearing my pyjamas to the extent that if my boyfriend comes home and I'm fully dressed, he assumes we're having people over. Literally the first thing I do most days after getting home is rip off my bra and throw it on what we have christened 'bra couch'. (In case you're wondering, the pyjamas are not matching and rarely fit me properly. Rosie Huntington Whiteley will definitely not be advertising these bad boys for Marks and Spencer. They are baggy, and probably stained, and most of them have holes in them which I enjoy poking and stretching while sitting on the couch.)