The Cool Girl persona isn't real -- or lasting
But take it from me: this exhausting act, in the literal sense, is one no woman will be able to keep up forever. The longer one upholds the role of Cool Girl -- an insecure and stifled façade of her true self -- the unhappier she will inevitably become with her partner, relationship, and self.
In my current relationship and life, I still maintain some aforementioned Cool Girl qualities: I wear stilettos and love fashion, cook extravagant meals, exercise daily, and always have a slew of books on my Kindle; I also sit bar-side with the guys and eat my weight in nachos, all while quoting Stewie Griffin or shouting, "Gronk spike!!!" at the game on TV until my throat is so dry I can barely order another Hoegaarden.
But that's not me trying to fit the gal-who-can-hang-with-the-boys mold. That's just me being me and doing what I enjoy. And guess what? The real me is also pretty uncool (and my boyfriend is fully aware of that side, too): I don't understand Game of Thrones (like, at all), I'm unapologetically perturbed by the idea of group bedroom play, and I'll still drop anything to go to a Hanson concert. He also knows I have real feelings, thoughts, and opinions -- yeah, those big, scary, real things -- since I've learned the importance of sharing and discussing them openly.