Personal Narrative: The Stereotypes Of Girls

Society’s high expectations of females guide their everyday actions and decision making whether consciously or subconsciously. In Stephen Hinshaw’s essay “Impossible Expectations” he discusses what he calls the “Triple Bind” where girls are supposed to be good at both typical girl and guy things as well as conform to a specific set of standards created by society. These contradictory expectations shape girls’ lives and drive their decision making from what type of career they will pursue to how they dress. Hinshaw also explained that girls are supposed to fit a cookie cutter image portrayed by the media yet encouraged to break the mold at the same time,

So, I've seen a lot of articles about girls writing to a certain group of guys who treat girls with little thought. There are articles about guys being players and guys who can't seem to be tied down or stay in a relationship. Well, I'm here to say that I am the girl version of that guy. Even though I see myself settling down someday, I can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months.

Today I am talking about how my best friend and I met. My best friend’s name is Sydney Rott. The story of how we met is a cliché but I am going to explain it anyway. We didn't know each other up until my Sophomore year and her Junior year. I decided I wanted to go out for the tennis team, even though I have never really played before, I still decided to join. Sydney was the number one player for the Harrisburg Tennis Team. I thought that she was a brat when I first met her, but as time went on I started to like her.

“Just because your feet fit perfectly in your mothers shoes does not make you a woman,

However, I do feel as though I wouldn’t have made those mistakes if your actions hadn’t have impacted me as much as they did. You treated me so poorly that it still bothers me enough for me to keep trying to talk to you about it. Back in 6th grade, which I know was a long time ago, I really didn’t know anyone and I was introduced to you by Seyenah in gym class that first quarter of school thinking that, because we both played basketball, we could be friends. Maybe I was a little over excited and came off a bit too eager but it was because I thought I had a chance of making some friends finally. We did have every class together and that happened to be probably just as exasperating for you as it was me. Instead of talking to me and telling me

Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.

Those hugs and excitement later turned into hellos, those hellos’ later turned into once in a while smiles, those smiles later turned into oblivion. We made new friends. This happened over and over, like a routinely habit you couldn’t break. Friends were like replaceable pieces; I guess that meant we weren’t really friends.

Since the beginning of time, gender has played a big role in how one acts and how one is looked upon in society. From a young age children are taught to be either feminine or masculine. Why is it that gender plays a big role in the characteristics that one beholds? For centuries in many countries it has been installed in individual’s heads that they have to live by certain stereotypes. Women have been taught to be feeble to men and depend on them for social and economical happiness. While men have been taught to be mucho characters that have take care of their homes and be the superior individual to a woman. For the individuals who dare to be different and choose to form their own identity whether man or woman, they are out casted and

Around this time my freshman year (holy crap... that's two years ago) I only had a handful of friends and now not much has changed. Except I've weeded through the fake ones and brought in the good ones... but there is only one person who has stuck through all of these two years filled with the drama of boys, girls, school, home and siblings and we still talk and hang out the same way we did back then... (well minus the fact that we both have jobs and responsibility and don't hang much outside of school. But if we had the time we would.) And that person is you Kellie. I may be friends with Sav and Ana... but they aren't you. They weren't here during the bad times or the good times but you were. You always are and I know I'll never be able to

Stereotype, a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing. My assumption about all male stylists being gay, is still a mystery. This specific Fantastic Sams had no male workers, but I hope one day I will encounter one, and it put my stereotype to rest. Though, my previous thought of all female stylists being stuck up was completely false. Every person that I talked to there was so nice, and caring. Everyone there treating every person who walked through those doors with such care, they made it had a very family friendly environment. The stylists hair, not all of theirs were done. As a matter a fact, most of them did not have their hair done. That stereotype was altered the very first I walked

"For most of history, anonymous was a woman", quotes Virginia Woolf. (1) Throughout history, women’s lives were restricted to domesticity and family, and they were left oppressed and without political voice. Over the decades the roles of women have dramatically changed from chattels belonging to their husbands to gaining independence. Women became famous activists, thinkers, writers, and artists, like Frida Kahlo who was an important figure for women’s independence. The price women paid in their fight for equality was to die or be imprisoned along with men, and they were largely forgotten in written history. However, the roles they took on were wide-ranging which included working in factories, tending the troops, taking care of children

Ever since little wide eyed girls were born they had pink outfits with matching bows and grew up knowing that pain is beauty and that boys who are mean to you on the playground like you. We grew up thinking that we would marry a prince and have sugar-cube castle with maids and live your “best friend forever”, then as we started to get older we realized that dreams don't pay the bills and grew up. However, not completely. By “growing up” we no longer fantasized about riding a white horse down a white sand beach into the sunset. Growing up only caused us to be more competitive. It was given that you hair must be healthy, your makeup should look flawless and not over done, and you must always have the newest designer

As I walked out of my nine-story apartment complex, I saw an interesting array of faces. Mixed genders, some male, some female, all very different deep down inside. I study their faces, wondering what it'd be like to walk a day in their shoes. Some people are like open books, you can look at their facial expression and instantly guess what their emotions are, yet others are like locked diaries. You can't tell what they're thinking and you'll probably never know. I shake the thought out of my head as I rummage through my pathetic excuse of a handbag, pulling out my most recent bank statement. Thirty-two cents to my name. How do I live like this? My train of thought is lost as my mind ponders elsewhere. Do you think people can tell I'm a broke

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

She has all her friend here with her, so I couldn’t even guess what was wrong with her. The one friend that’s stuck out to me was my crush’s best friend because she sooo likes him, and he liked her, but they don’t want together.