So say the Generation Y ladies polled by this [award winning!] writer:
Essentially, my life is very different from my mother’s, and I do feel like a bit of a child in comparison ... But am I unhappy as a result? Not at all – I have a lot of time and freedom too, and I love that. I also feel like I’m in control of my life ... I’ve travelled more than my mum had at my age, I’ve been able to take my career in any impractical direction I’ve wanted to because I’ve never had to support anyone else. Every decision I make about my life is mine to make alone.
Does this make me a selfish woman child with a Peter Pan complex? Absolutely, but it’s ever so much fun.
She outlines in broad detail all the milestones that her mother had accomplished at her age, explaining how none of those are manageable today. She begins:
I’m writing this in bed, in the flat I share with my friend, even though it’s 1pm on a weekday. I’ve got no man, no babies and a freelance career that allows me to live like a student, should I choose to. Invariably, I do.
I’m 30 and by the time my mother was my age, she was married with two children and a mortgage, and was working a 60-hour week in a highly driven, corporate environment. In short, by 30 she was a fully-fledged grown up – a woman.
Meanwhile, I’m still floundering somewhere between a girl and womanhood - staying up too late, sleeping in too late, powering through my increasingly brutal weekday hangovers with berroccas and bacon sandwiches.
She is a good writer, expressing her situation honestly, and explaining to us that the culture that she's inherited has changed the social landscape forever. It's definitely worth the time it takes to read it.
Believe me, I have been imagining that it was the men who didn't want to get married. Reading this (an eye-opener!) I see that young men and women are sharing the "ambivalence" tango, if you know what I mean.