The Woman Child: Why Temper Tantrums and Fuck Buddies Are Dead

When I hear about television shows like Tiaras and Tots, I can't help but nod my head. What mother in her right mind would dress up her daughter and have her pose like this? Insane. And sick. But there's another kind of insanity happening. The opposite of all this. Yes...I'm talking about the not so allusive Woman Child. Just look around, you'll see her everywhere. The post-35 and single female.
I've been searching for relevant blogs of the late. And one I stumbled upon is a blog by Simone Grant called Sex, Lies and Dating. One of the things that Simone mentions is that being single somehow brands her a girl rather than a woman. I can't help but think how true this really is, and how I see myself in a similar light. And, as Carrie Bradshaw coined.....I couldn't help but wonder....will post-30 singles ever grow up? Or are they destined to be life long Peter Pans?  
So far, my most significant birthday was turning 35. I don't know why, but it felt important for some reason, although I wasn't sure why at the time. But I think it has something to do with being branded. Somehow I felt my chances of ever meeting that special someone significantly plummetted precisely at 12:00 AM on my 35th birthday. I felt like even if I did meet someone and get married, I would still be a "single girl" at my very core.  
I think there is something more to this than just fear. I cringe to say that I think there is some truth in it. It does become harder to date post 35. There are certain things people shouldn't be doing after they turn 35. Eating straight from the jar of Jiffy, having roommates, wearing skinny jeans, saying phrases like "that totally sucks." It's just plain wrong. Somehow I can't help but feel there is something wrong about still being single in your 30's. When you're single and searching in your 20's there is something romantic about it all. In your 30's, it's just sort of sad.  
The other aspect of all this is that being single sometimes prevents you from doing certain things; mostly because you think this is something you'll do once you're married with a family. Flashforward 10 years, and there you are 37 years old without a proper collection of cooking utensils and still renting the same 1 bedroom apartment on the hip side of town. I should have a proper set of kitchen utensils, shouldn't I? I should own my home, shouldn't I? Somehow it just never seemed an important investment for just me, myself and I. And kitchen utensils are expensive. I'd much rather spend my money on clothes, Mystic Tannings and random purchases at Sephora.
  If this wasn't bad enough, post 30 and single females are encouraged  to act childlike. They've been misguided into believing that men find it cute. Just look at Sex and the City. On any given episode, you'll find Carrie Bradshaw having yet another emotional break down i.e. temper tantrum at Mr. Big. And just surf the net for various guides that attempt to teach 30-something women on how to find and keep a good fuck buddy. I'm here to tell you ladies, that temper tantrums and fuck buddies will get you nowhere. We need to grow up. If what we want is real men, than we need to be real women.
And I'm not perfect. While temper tantrums and fuck buddies aren't necessarily my forte; Iet's just say I've eaten Frosted Flakes for dinner, on the couch, and over Gossip Girl, on more than one occasion. I need to grow out of my single girl mentality too and start behaving more like the sophisticated woman I really am.
I think about the women I admire, who I find the most sexy and beautiful. Selma Hayak. She's such a woman. A grown-up woman. The most annoying ones are the child like ones like Sarah Jessica Parker.  
And I can't help but ask the question--if I behave more like a proper grown-up woman will I attract a more proper and grown up man?