So here I am, 25 and without my driving licence. For the first time I'm actually embarrassed about it. I had never considered that there would be a day when I'd feel judged for not having accomplished what my sister achieved six weeks after turning seventeen, or what my parents have been doing for a combined 70 years.
These days, young, career women are prolific. Which is awesome. But also problematic. Because now there's a pressure to be just that; young and career-y. Suddenly, it feels old and boring to be in a long-term, serious relationship when others born in the same year are gallivanting around the world, playing out episodes of Girls (string vests, reckless sex, you get the gist).