It’s buttery and slow, nearly southern, and I love it, because it makes me feel feminine and doted on and I hunger for signs of affection in the universe, and I know it’s a genuine term of endearment. And I hate it a little bit too, because now I’m in my thirties and I haven’t been a girl in a long time, and even when I was, I don’t think I liked being called “girl” very much. But eventually I decide I love it more than I hate it, so I let it go.
