The girl next door is an archetype of a cute, kind, unassuming, and honest woman or girl, often in a romantic story. In narratives, she tends to represent the better choice over a flashier, more provocative or crueler woman. She has no concern for social status or looking cool. Only a genuine fellow, prepared to let down his own social defenses and pretenses, has a chance at catching her interest. She is often healthy, blonde, and in her late teens.
In literature, the girl next door has an air of paradox. She is open and accessible, but also charming to the point of intimidating. She makes her suitors feel anxious, but her simplicity leaves them unable to explain her dramatic effect. For a male protagonist, the girl next door is often impetus for his confrontation with the power of romantic emotion.
The girl next door represents a distinct stereotype, as opposed to other female stereotypes such as the tomboy, the valley girl, the femme fatale, girly girl, or the slut. The male equivalent is the "boy next door". Both gender examples of the "Next Door" archetype are quintessentially addressed with Thornton Wilder's Our Town in the characters of Emily Webb and George Gibbs or in Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer series within the characters of Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher. During World War II, American propaganda often invoked her as the symbol of all things American. Songs on force request programs were not of Rosie the Riveter but of the girls who were waiting for soldiers. Many such songs were also popular at the home front. Themes of love, loneliness and separation were given more poignancy by the war.
Famous quotes containing the words girl and/or door:
“I want the kind of job that is interesting but doesnt take very much time.”
—Anonymous 14-year-old, U.S. niece of author Jane OReilly. As quoted in The Girl I Left Behind, ch. 7, by Jane OReilly (1980)
“Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the lovliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway.”
—Lewis Carroll [Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (18321898)