If only much-loved, popular authors of teenage fiction, like Jacqueline Wilson, would write inspiring prose, as opposed to stereotypical, sexist junk. ‘Girls in Love’, ‘Girls in Tears’… why not ‘Girls in School?’ or ‘Girls at Number 10, Downing Street.’
When I was in my early teens, I remember reading through every single one of Wilson’s published works, very much with the belief that they mirrored the real world, and its real expectations of girls and therefore women. It was only as I got older and could look back at those books with an analytical eye that I could see them for what they were and still are.
Just this week, the press have reported a worrying story about girls in schools today, who are apparently “keeping quiet in the classroom to avoid being labelled ‘swotty’” (The Independent). This is following a statement by the Association of Teachers and Lecturers, whose members are warning that girls are under so much pressure to fit a certain mould that they are not allowing themselves to reach their full potential in their school years.
It got me thinking this morning, as I tuned into the news on the radio in the car, about how I felt at school, and even though I felt ‘singled-out’ for being smart or clever in the eyes of my peers, it was never in a negative way. In fact, it was quite the opposite. My primary school was a lovely place (I even met my now husband-to-be there, so it couldn’t have been that bad!) and the people in my class were a great bunch. I was always a keen-bean at school, and hopefully not in an annoying way, but I couldn’t help but want to answer questions, and ask lots too. I wanted to learn, as much as I could, all in one day, and my teachers made me feel like I could – they were approachable, as were my peers. We learned from each other. Of course there was the odd game of kiss-chase in the playground, and girls vs boys in a very competitive game of rounders on a Friday afternoon, but the priority was definitely not what it is being claimed to be today: to be deemed “attractive.”
I wore trousers to primary school, and was one of the very few girls who did, (most others wore the grey skirt or check pinafore dress), but I wanted to wear the trousers because I could run around a lot more and quite frankly, wouldn’t get cold legs! It’s pretty obvious from my ability to be part of a minority trouser-wearing group, that my aim was not to be seen as “attractive” – I was far more interested in getting quicker at sprinting, and beating people on Sports’ Day!
It makes me sad – if what is being said in the media is true – that the younger generation of girls today are worrying so much about their appearance and their “attractiveness” that they feel unable to be as inquisitive in class as maybe they would organically, that they feel unable to show genuine interest in learning of different subjects because other people in the class might think they’re “swotty”. Guess what – I was always a swot and I look back now and have no regrets whatsoever. I loved school, loved learning, loved books, and most of all, loved being able to be me. It wasn’t uncool to be smart when I was at school, nor was it uncool not to be. People were a lot more forgiving then, and it wasn’t that long ago. I was still at primary school in 2004, running around the school field with my own personal training plan to be the fastest runner I could be, and doing my best to smash my SATs!
That should be every child’s, and every grown-up’s priority. To be the best you can be, the smartest, funniest, fastest, whatever it is you want to be, be the best at it. Don’t let people pressure you to limit yourself; don’t be silenced by a desire to be “attractive.” Being subservient is never attractive. Be assertive. Be you.