Grow a pair of tits

"London must've changed you," he said. "How?" I asked. "Must've made you harder. Tougher..?"

Nah. London didn't do that. London might have taught me how to stop a fight, how to get a decent offer out of a bitter customer service person or to zone out and ignore the noise of a few million commuters during peak times.

I've been told that I'm like an open book. Easy to read. I wear my heart on my sleeve, apparently. I think that's a good ability. I've hard that some even find it endearing. But being a girl, I try to be careful and balance all the softness with a healthy dose of reality and cynicism. That's why I was happy about being perceived as a bit tougher.

I'm not going to be all "girls, toughen up, it's a hard world out there", but still. Do. I suppose that in comparison to a lot of people, the difficulties I've encountered, the hardship and struggles, can only really be classified as first-world problems. You know, unemployment, boys, everyday-type disappointments (and bad weather), that sort of thing. But I believe that my experiences make me as entitled as anybody to state that I've been taught several lessons. As a result, I'm more realistic, and less prone to disappointment. 

It's Monday, there's 3.5°C outside and I've been defrosting with coffee and ELLE UK. In the magazine, I came across an article about feminism. I must admit I don't classify myself as one, but I still value the basic ideas; choice and equality. What I'm trying to get across here is that speaking up, demanding respect and to toughen up is just as important for women as for men. If not more.

I'm aware of the uncountable amount of times I've mentioned that a guy needs to grow a pair, but let's face it, they might just be a lost cause. So I'm going to turn it around and suggest that we focus on ourselves, strengthen the sisterhood and take a cue from Lily Allen.