You’re Not Like Other Girls

At age 8, ‘You’re not like other girls, you don’t wear skirts.’
At 13, ‘You’re not like other girls, you’re funny.’
At 15, ‘You’re not like other girls, you don’t care about make up.’
At 17, ‘You’re not like other girls, you watch football.’
At 21, ‘You’re not like other girls, you’re so laid back and you never nag.’
At 26, ‘You’re not like other girls, you’re so easy to get along with.’
At 29, ‘You’re not like other women, you’re not obsessed with your looks, your personality is better.’

At age 30, on International Women’s Day, I say we stop taking ‘You’re not like other girls,’ as a compliment.

Don’t get me wrong. Growing up and hearing these things made me feel fucking great. Look at all the things that make me better than other girls! I’m so different – that just make me special. As a grown up, reading that back, I see that they are not compliments. They are comparisons.

Let’s look at where those comments are coming from. Boys. Men. The male gender (some of, I hate generalisations) have been brought up to compare women. Which one do I fancy more? Who do I prefer talking to? Who will make a better wife? Cheryl or Nadine? Pamela or Yasmin? This one doesn’t bollock me as much as the last one. This one isn’t as ‘psycho’ as the previous one. This one can actually let me relax and have a laugh.

These misguided gentleman have been brought up to believe that women need validation from them. That women need to be told that they are good enough by them because otherwise it’s not true. And so they compliment and compare.

Sometimes even as you walk past them on the street! Or whilst they’re grabbing your arse on the dance floor. Or cowering over you on the Tube. Or shouting at you from a van. Or in a job interview. Or on a date.This type of man believes that we need to be complimented and compared because when they do, they are uplifting us and setting us free from our wimpering women caves. Bless them.

But from this day, I implore us to expect better. I implore us to set the bar higher. I emplore us to never accept a compliment that starts with, ‘You’re not like other girls.’

Because other girls are queens. They are successful, strong, creative, academic, feisty, intelligent, nurturing and kind. I want be Other Girls.

So instead we will tell those who want to see us compete that, ‘Yes actually, I am like other girls because other girls are x,y,z’

Instead we will choose to educate anyone who thinks a woman needs to be compared to be complimented that no, we are our own women, we respect ourselves enough to not need your validation. And if you do wish to compliment us (because omfg I love compliments like the world is loving Ed Sheeran) then we expect more from you. We expect you to compliment us about what makes US great, not what we have over others.

We must be bold in this quest to educate. We must not roll over for an easy life. We must not accept this turn of phrase just because we want to be liked. We must…


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  1. March 8, 2017 / 9:58 pm

    I LOVE this!! Such a great post for today. All women are fabulous within their own right, but that does not make you any less or more than the other women in the world. Your posts just get better ???? So refreshing to read!

  2. Kathlyn
    March 9, 2017 / 1:42 am

    Oh yes. Any compliment that starts or ends in a comparison to someone other than me, is not a compliment. The only person I want to be compared to, is me. The old me. What’s funny is that people think that “You’re not like other girls,” or “Unlike like so and so you actually do this better” are actual compliments and are suppose to make me feel better about myself. I’m not going to lie, in the past they did because I was brought up to see other women as competition and if I’m better at something that they aren’t so good at, then I’m someone special. But now I see how negative that mindset is. Compliment me without bringing anyone else in the mix.

    I love that you shared this message, especially on International Women’s Day!

    Kathlyn | Kathlyn’s Korner

  3. I was told that I was different too when I was young. I was naughty, tanned from all the outdoor sports I did and I hated Barbies and dolls with a passion – I preferred playing with cars and trains and lizards. Nowadays, they were definitely compliments when I think about them! 😉

    Charmaine Ng | Architecture & Lifestyle Blog

  4. Lore
    March 9, 2017 / 1:24 pm

    Preach! The worst is when you get the ‘you are not nagging/psycho as other girls’. Well dude, maybe you are the problem?

  5. Rosie
    March 9, 2017 / 1:51 pm

    Great post, Vix, and so true. I have never said to a man, “you’re not like other men, you don’t complain when I drunkenly cry watching Youtube videos of dogs being rehomed”.

  6. March 9, 2017 / 6:04 pm

    Well said, Vix. I was the same when I was younger- I used to love being told I wasn’t like other girls! Nowadays I see it as men giving validation I never asked for so I generally think it’s stupid and a bit sad that they are still so misinformed to think that we need their opinion in this day and age. Completely pointless and irrelevant, to be blunt about it!

  7. March 10, 2017 / 10:19 am

    YES TO THIS. I was always told I was not like other girls, or even that I was like a boy (sometimes as a compliment and sometimes not) but it is time to stop that noise.

  8. Emma Harrison
    March 12, 2017 / 2:31 pm


    I’ve grown up under this label and I hate that as women we are constantly compared to one another … Yes as a child I would rather play around with cars than dolls, but as an adult I can now look after and maintain my own car. As a teenager I would rather kick a ball against the house than sit inside playing around with makeup and as an adult I would still rather be outdoors than stuck inside.

    Yes all of these things made me ‘different’ but they have made me who I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing.

    Emma |