Grown women are waging a war on girlhood. Gone are the days of styling Barbie hair and baking cookies in your Easy Bake oven. Now little girls are clicking away with lacquered nails on the keys of the latest cell phone and fussing in the mirror with lip gloss and mascara. No more playing dress up in mom’s high heels and sultry dresses. Now sex appeal comes in size 6-14. Little girls are growing up way too fast. They are womanish, but not mature; the distinction between the two is immensely significant.

Maturity is a matter of understanding responsibility, grasping life lessons, and handling situations gracefully and wisely. A girl who is womanish has the appearance of a woman, in dress and manner, but she is really just a lost child. We are facing a generation of Lost Girls, but unlike Peter Pan’s companions, these girls are desperate to grow up long before they need to.

Tyler Durden says… “You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f**king khakis.” And he’s right. I watched Fight Club this weekend, and Brad Pitt’s character, with his harsh assessment of those who live their lives through the things they own, really opened my eyes to how much materialism bothers me. I live in a generation of pretty boys and glamour girls, all obsessed with the latest shoe, shirt, skirt or sweater. Young people walk around with these little abbreviations emblazoned across chests, butts, watches and wallets. I really could not care less if your purse is the latest $600 Louis Vuitton straight off the arm of some Parisian model – it’s probably a cheap knock-off anyway. You can’t eat it; you can’t sleep in it; it can’t shelter you from the rain. You’re lucky if you get your $40 Juicy Couture lip gloss to fit in it.