All I know is that I’ve ruled out wearing fairy wings. When I was nine I wanted to get married in fairy wings, and now I realize that’s not cool anymore.

In this self-deprecating, humorous remark, Fisher contrasts childhood fantasy with adult self-consciousness. The “fairy wings” stand for the imaginative, performative certainty of being nine—when personal style and life milestones (like marriage) can be envisioned as pure play. Adulthood, by contrast, is framed as a process of “ruling out” options based on what is socially legible as “cool.” The line gently critiques how maturity can mean narrowing one’s expressive range, while also acknowledging the pressure to conform to contemporary taste. It’s a comic admission of growing up: not losing imagination entirely, but learning which dreams are permitted in public.