Just a Girl by Tammie Adele

    I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means     When I was 25 I was still trying to prove my independence and figure out what my identity was. By the time I turned 35 I was happily settled into a relationship and was earning more cash than my man, but not feeling as though he had to lift his game and earn as much as me (compare to Post 3 ). This got me thinking that, maybe, the mad drive a fair proportion of women have to prove themselves is all self-inflicted. Additionally, maybe this pursuit of proving themselves is counter productive when it comes to relationships, because at some stage you have to cease looking out for just yourself and start looking out for others in order to have a healthy relationship. Then, as a gender, we further confuse sex relations when it comes to etiquette. We live in an era when males don’t know if they’re expected to open doors for us or not. Their confusion is

  Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, sorry, yeah, but nah') "Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number (why?), 'cause I lost my phone"       Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad, however . . . However, my dad has been an old man for a very long time. He’s also managed to simultaneously be a perpetual adolescent. Of course I’m talking metaphorically here. Throughout my life I’ve witnessed my dad’s frustration at not being able to control situations or feeling like someone wasn’t taking his advice. Examples include him trying to talk my niece (who he and my mum raised as their own - see Post 12 ) and I into moving to Queensland because he’d decided to move to Queensland. I’d allowed my dad to think that he’d talked me into moving to Canberra a few years before this, but really I just wanted to move home regardless of his views on the matter. Howe