[…]it seems that these Women Children are coming across as shallow, trend obsessed and superficial. Rather than going out and facing the real world in these uncertain times, they turn back to their childhood and take comfort in what they used to know instead.

Reading this, I realised I fit the mould of Woman Child myself. I’m staring down my late twenties without a mortgage, a baby or a ring on my finger, and I couldn’t care less. I live in my jeans and hoodies when I’m not working. I’d rather corral my friends into the nearest theme park rather than into a fancy restaurant. Does this mean I’m emotionally stunted, too afraid to become a real ‘adult’?