I’m a bit embarrassed about this. I am not a girl. That’s not a sudden admission of my hidden penis, just a statement of my inability to do Girl Stuff without being a bit sick. But the trouble is, I really love tutus and friendship bracelets and painting my nails. This week I explored that inner girl in my HOWL column and I think I can definitely say that I’ve Grown. Or at least managed to give some OK advice about nail art without wanting to kill myself by purposely choking on a Barbie’s detached head. Quite sweet really.