Girly

As a mom of two girls – including one who hopes Peyton Manning of the Denver Broncos calls her to play on his team in this week’s Super Bowl – I can totally relate. I, along with so many other parents, am frustrated about the definitions of what’s girly and what’s not, and the separate products and clothing offered to girls and boys.

The Forever21 of Korean makeup, Etude House is geared toward the girliest of girls – and Japanese tourists.

Where Lulu was a bit girlier and took more delight in gossip, Tea claims to be more focused on safety, but they general gist is similar.

a girly calendar

There was enough food for a soccer team and we were going to grill it. Our meatfest included no girly utensils, no wussy plates. Just our hands, mouths, and incisors.

“Hey girly!” Chiles said. “What’s up!” / “Oh my gosh,” Raisman said. “How did you get in our hotel room?”

And its^([sic]) not just the blue nail polish. It’s the way his mind is attuned. He is incredibly in touch and in tune with females. Females surround him in his company. His partner in Jersey Films is Stacey Scherr.^([sic]) He can talk about boyfriends. He can talk girly.

‘He really cares about you,’ Slider said awkwardly. Doing the old bosom-baring on your own behalf was bad enough, but having to talk girly about a male friend was as easy as eating a sand sandwich.

Your boobs are too small. AND YOU DON’T TALK GIRLY ENOUGH!

Just a half hour earlier, I had checked in by text with Eric. “Hey, Sugarbuns. Remember, I’m at Dag’s. Going to talk girly and drown my sorrow in mojitos.”

“[…] To me, he looks kinda girly to be in charge.” […] “Grab any sword you like, and we’ll see if I fight ‘girly’.”

Taichi can speak girly; how he would sound in falsetto is anybody's guess, but he's far from the manliest of men while Youko is far from the girliest of girls, and it's not unbelievable that his practice of girl's speech went as far as that (though at six-seven years old he wouldn't have had issues).

Women who try too hard to be one of the boys ain’t my thing, I realized on the cusp of mid-life. I like women who talk girly, act girly, and engage in the girly sisterhood: dress nice, but not pretentiously, giggle often, and know that a gentle stroke of the fingertips along the back of a fellow’s neck is sexier than anything this side of newly worn silk nighties.

“[…] Like if he talks kind of girly, or sort of walks like a girl, it might mean he’s gay.” “I don’t talk girly, do I?” I squeak in alarm. “No, sugar, you don’t talk girly,” she says and preemptively adds, “and you don’t walk girly either.” […] (He’s always talked kind of girly himself.)

Is your wife now grumpy, surly, / Will not cuddle, won’t talk girly? / Hints she’s craving soft, sweet chat? / Then rush right out, buy her a cat!