Personal Narrative: The Stereotypes Of Girls

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.

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

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,

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.

Friendship can turn from hot to cold in an instant and betrayal is a big factor.

Every young girl who grows up with their mother, or at least a female role model, tries to do everything just like them. I want to focus on the fact that the general woman stereotype is not only ruining grown women, but young girls as well. This issue is compelling to me because one day I realized how badly I was trying to be like the women on t.v. and knew I was never going to be like them. I was only sixteen and realized that all of those women are made to only look sixteen, but they are actually around twenty five years old. I learned that I was just trying to follow this stereotype of the older women, and I never took the time to realize what it was doing to myself. What I want to focus on is: how does the woman stereotype effect younger girls?

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.

Its really not that hard to know something so simple; like not get rid of a dog that we got together. Really?... How hard is that? I swear some guys don’t have a brain, and they show that they don’t. If they had one they would think before they do something. I know there are some girls like that too. I never said there weren’t, but in a girl's perspective a guy should know better than to do something that would piss off his girlfriend. I mean most guys don’t think before they do stuff. Then they wonder why there girlfriend is mad, but I would think having a girlfriend makes guys think about stuff before they do it. Obviously that’s not the case otherwise men would be a lot more

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

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

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

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.

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

It was just a normal day and I was in my last class of the day, P.E. This boy, this boy he had a smile that could light up your world. He was the kind of boy that had plenty of friends. He could be the biggest distract ever. He was more than amazing. I have never in that ‘love at first