Sunday, 5 December 2010

Glee's version of Teenage Dream is BRILLIANT!


I want a Yay Glee playlist and it would have ten of the following videos on it;

1. Teenage Dream. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E46BhMIRujI

2. Don't Stop Believing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9XEnkAEMRE

3. Sweet Caroline. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bro1uLtlMxs

4. Don't Stand So Close To Me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XNA9Pri9Nk

5. Bust Your Windows. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZ9D5WTbjDQ

6. Lady Is A Tramp. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjXKIFA6LZw

7. Rose's Turn. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpTmEqN7dbk

8. Dog Day's Are Over. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxQveFlxdyk

9. Bust A Move. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbbIr13GHXY

10. Maybe This Time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6VIUc9BykY

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Jane Eyre.




So, seeing the trailer for the new movie version made me quite happy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8J6Cjn06kA

I have read this book twice in the past, it has a very definite personality and most of all it gave me two characters I could finally relate to in classic and mainstream literature. I love Pride and Prejudice but I like Mr Rochester more than Mr Darcy for the mere fact..he talks. A lot! In fact sometimes he doesn't shut up and I like that. I like to see the opposite of the romantic brooding that I'm supposed to be attracted to as a woman.

Rochester isn't a perfect man nor is he "damaged goods" either. I didn't read Jane Eyre going yay Jane heal him! He has a very strong personality and is a mere human who makes mistakes.

And Jane. She goes through repression and then meets someone who just makes her fall in love. It's neither a feminist or anti feminist book to me, it's a story about a woman who finds happiness in her life. She finds fullfillment and sunshine inside. You know, her heart beats faster around Rochester, she has someone who is verbally and mentally on her high level and it's wonderful to see two strong people, who are from different areas in society find something, in there case it is love, but something that is just unbeatable.

I love the way the book is written and the best moment in any Jane Eyre adaptation when Rochester isn't madly flirting with her, is when he cries out her name. It's so sexy. So wild. All that nature and elements in tune with their bond. Seriously, I know I'm giving the impression that I think Eyre and Roch had great sex together, in fact I couldn't care less about their sex life, but their mental bond is something to die for.

I'm half and half on the new trailer for JE. Mostly I'm just excited it's out in March. Spring time. And it's nice to see the drama level rise and the gothic tone would look wonderful on the big screen which is definitely where I will be seeing it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU0DJFli4-A&feature=&p=D3CF90F166B57CE2&index=0&playnext=1

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Sue Sylvester. The only real entertainment news.


There's a lot of crap including that about Beyonce wondering why God gave her her talent and booty (no but I bet she does ask that sometimes), people becoming the authority on what a real woman is- it's not a super model they're stick insects down with you if you find them attractive you conformist you and how tatoos are vulgar and one shouldn't want to express themselves or have fun with their lives for fear of conforming or just looking ridiculous, honestly I think you haven't lived life you haven't done something ridiculous.

Amidst this nonsense, appears this picture and once again I have faith in entertainment and all things awesome.

I read that one Carol Burnett is going to play Sue's mum. I haven't a clue who Carol Burnett is but I'm excited about this!

Above all, Finn's mum and Kurt's dad are getting married, as a fan of Kurt's dad and all things Kurt and Finn, their little arguments, the heat Kurt has in his eyes when even glancing at Finn, Finn happy with Rachel aka Butterbear (ever watch the Wuzzles? Ever watch Glee? You should)the fact that New Directions are going to be doing a song at this wedding I am going to be watching this wedding with a sweet, sweet taste in my mouth. A union between two people and a union between Sue Sylvester..and Sue Sylvester. I love Sue.

Looking forward to Glee in the New Year, looking forward to the New Year in general.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Every day.

I have done days where I don't shower till late afternoon and just do chores around the house and stay in my pajamas reading ebooks and all that. I found that it's not good for me to do that. I need to have something to do everyday. Boredom is horrible. Sometimes I don't feel like reading an ebook and I need to go outside just for a walk. Whilst I don't particularly enjoy walking where people are smoking and crossing roads and being around cars, I don't have a big park nearby so it's the only option for me.

Well, tomorrow I could easily spend it indoors but I intend to get ready like I would be if I had to go outside, wear clothes and put my make up on. The thing that I got bored with was my make up. I don't wear much, just the base, blush, eye, lipstick and then make sure my hair is dry. I'm a basics kind of girl. I'd like to have the dramatic look sometime but I need a professional to show me how to do it. Online tutorials are no good.

I started to look through my makeup thinking, here I am putting on foundation and blusher, I need some blush as I just look dead without it and I like to be able to look presentable..I started wondering that even though I have a skin care regimen which I follow every day, do I really need this foundation? My mum has some tinted moisturiser which I used to use in my early twenties. I wear only a very thin layer of foundation but I like my skin to feel and be bare and free. So I put a few spots on tinted moisturiser along with regular moisturiser, no blusher just the heat from the shower barely registering on my face, I put on some lipstick and went out.

I didn't look glamourous but I felt free. Maybe I just need a change and maybe I'll go back to my makeup but I've always had this need for simplicity. So my skin is a little pale, that's my natural tone.

Last time I did this, I ended up getting impetigo from something that I picked, true story! And then when it was over, I just wanted to look pretty again so I went back to my make up. But, I ditched all my make up the week before my impetigo when I should have kept say a lipstick and tinted moisturiser. Just a little pick me up and not to be too drastic. I do still like to look pretty afterall.

I also started to look at my hair in a way that was about the health first and foremost. I didn't use my round brush today and just used my normal brush and a cool, far away blow dry, not brushing my hair too much. I did use the root booster for two seconds though and found that I can use it without frizz!

I like showering every day, I love the freshness, I feel so clean! And then the moisturising and smell that I get afterwards is gorgeous, it's a treat for me every day so if I gave that up, I would crave it but in the same way I need to wash my hair every day and the stripping of natural oils thing is not appealing even if I'm conditioning my hair everyday. I've ordered a olive oil hair treament which will be an added bonus every week.

It's not easy to keep things as natural as possible when you're surrounded by trends and fashion. If you don't look like you have made an effort to other people, then it would seem you haven't but I'm just tired of excess, fakery and I don't need it everyday. I like colours but I don't use my face so creatively, I like to use my imgination for other things and keep things simple. It comes down to having the confidence to express yourself in the way you want.

Sunday, 21 November 2010

Kelly Osbourne on Piers Morgan. Weight, esteem and isolation.

There is so much I can relate to just watching ten minutes of her being interviewed by that goon Morgan (goon? I have my reasons). I'm not a fan of hers but she reminds me a little of myself in this interview. No one else will see it but I mean things like the way she speaks, it's how I think of myself in my head.

Initially the topic is of course weight. Weight. Weight. Weight. Weight. Weight. As we all know it's much more important a topic than world hunger. She's lost weight yes. She lost weight by going on a show dancing. I'm not overweight now but I used to be. At my heaviest I was ten kg more than I am now and I used to get tut tuts from my Doctor, understandably, and I'm also 5ft 2 like Kelly, short and more soft than lithe and leggy so the weight made me look heavy. I did look heavy in photos. Fat. Plump. I got bullied very badly for it. I have a round face with cheeks that won't go away and a round jaw line and only when I lost the ten kilograms through "dancing" myself, I lost some chub from my face. I used to get comments like it only makes her eyes look even smaller, as I'm Indian I'm supposed to have these big Indian eyes but I don't even now as I have my dad's eyes exactly. And "when are you ever going to look like a woman?" That kind of stuff coming from women. Men only used to ignore or make rude noises when they weren't perving over my breasts and arse.

Like Kelly, I used to live in my own little world when it came to weight. I saw all the young models and celebrities, I used to think they were them and I was me, I am beautiful and so are they, but they're thin and I'm only a bit bigger than them. I never even used to think I was that big. I once said to a shop assistant oh I'm only two sizes bigger than my sister to which she looked me up and down. But I never belived anything different. For some reason I was disillusioned. Maybe that came from being me, a little in a dream world, immature and proud like my dad. That gets confused with egotistical ESPECIALLY on a woman! In fact it's not, they're different issues.

I hated myself like her because of being bullied.

Kelly also touches upon not looking at herself in the mirror. I used to look at my face, I liked it and my hair which has always been very black and thick and complimented my complexion. And when I looked at my body I looked at either by looking at my breasts and arse in the mirror that made my body look in my opinion alright and my legs have always been short and toned. I thought my arms are just big and shoulders are wide, like my dad and my stomach has always been soft anyway. I had a small waist back then but of course it was difficult to have my mum buy me something that tapered in and then had to go over my big breasts and arms at the same time. Occasionally we had a tough time shopping for me and I was never interested in fashion. I'm still living in my own dream world when it comes to that, i.e. no interest in looking like a celebrity whatsoever unlike other people my age.

Kelly said that she never wanted to be like the other girls despite hating herself. Absolutely the same for me. Yet if she or I said anything about another girl, it would be called jealousy. No one understood where I was coming from, and I wasn't that vocal in my opinions only on occasion where I mostly tend to give an honest answer.

When I lost weight, I could see that I lost weight. I noticed it in my arms. And I was proud. I think I got some esteem through achievement. I think this is how it worked for Kelly. You see your body in a new way and you really see your body. You're not going, okay I'm covering up now. I looked at it and thought okay improvement here and here.

It took me two months to lose weight by belly dancing in a very short space in my apartment and doing some mini stepping which never helped me lose weight before. When I started, I just wanted something to do and for me it was to get some excersise pure and simple without having to just walk outside for two hours.

I like the taste of food but I managed to condition myself to think of it as just food. Nothing more. But food is something that I can't understand still. Like Kelly said, just never equated it with losing weight at all. And I kind of believe in that still. Back then, sometimes when I came back from a long walk I would have just a sandwich and some salad for the rest of the day, for months. And months later, sometimes I would have chips and pizza for one meal about twice a week. I ate when I felt hungry and when I was overweight I went to bed hungry. I know that my metabolism has improved but I wonder to what extent, is it that that is keeping my weight the same like it was the same in the past except my weight is smaller now as opposed to bigger in the past or is it that for me at this weight it's harder to put on weight?

So eat more than you burn? No, for me it's more complicated.

Kelly's appearance is still mocked and also it's airkissed so much. Oh DAHLING you look FABULOUS. Some people when they see me compliment me like I've achieved a cure for cancer, I just yeah thanks it just happened like Kelly said. Inside, I think I did this for me. I did this for my heart. I did this for my fitness. I did this also a little for my sexuality to see myself in my best light. And part of me thinks when someone says she (as in me) looks beautiful now, fuck you world. Like Kelly.

I used to be a big girl and now I'm a small one. When I was 8 they used to say I'd be big and tall but now I'm short and petite. With Kelly, they say she's going to go back to being fat again. Because it's just the way she is supposed to be and I FUCKING HATE THAT. I hate that people can be so judgemental. If she is or isn't, how do YOU know?! And then there's the fact she's "exactly like her mum." Yeah I was exactly like my mum or exactly like my dad when it suited certain people.

Then there's her tattoos. "Oh get rid!" I believe her when she says she wants to get rid of some of them or most, can't recall, but it's amazing how they are referred to as "blemishes" by people. We must all look a certain way especially us women! *SALUTE!*

Don't like this time of year.


Yes, big breath, I can say it, Christmas. Well nearing Christmas. I just want it to BE Christmas and then New Year and then it's over with.

Something has happened this time of year in the past but to be honest that's an addition to the ominous feel I get when it's dark at 4pm.

I like the change of seasons, from Summer to Autumn but when it comes to November,the atmosphere is shop, shop, shop, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS, CHRISTMAS.

Then there's the music. I always feel like I'm in one of those shitty made for tv movies whenever I'm in a mall or store this time of year.

There is something magical about seeing snow and having pretty lights up and I fully believe in presents, cards and enjoying festivity, I know it can get a bit much and gaudy but it's nice.

I wish I was abroad. Not in America but somewhere East. I know specifically which place. India. Goa. It's got this massive beach and the weather is sultry so the nights take on a special feel. I like the cold too, I like having red cheeks, in my dreams, from the cold. I wish I was in Goa though this time of year.

I do appreciate the very good things happening to me and that makes this time of year less ominous feeling, with that music to make you feel as though you did something wrong, even before I got chance to do that when I was 5, I still didn't like the music!

p.s. Just spotted a new follower of this blog. Hello!!

Ugh Oprah.

I've always had some respect for Oprah Winfrey purely because of her achievements. There are times when I feel she's not someone I like so much as a person with her massive insecurity when it comes to her appearance. I've had shit when it comes to mine in the past, people telling me I shouldn't be alive is pretty harsh I think you'd agree but I never said the things about myself that Oprah has said about her weight. I would never be disgusted with myself for putting on weight. I don't want to put on weight because I don't want to be overweight and for me that would damage my heart but I know I am human and not some Goddess. Perhaps if I were in Oprah's shoes though I really would not want to be despite her achievements, she's a philanthropist and I'm not for the fact that I have big problems with this society, people and this world to be blunt, then I would consider myself as above human.

Anyway, so I read from another authors blog and from a crappy newspaper, Oprah's Favourite Things. I know the newspaper particularly chose the most animated faces along with cleverly listing the items that Oprah is giving away free; showing greed. Look how greedy these Americans are! etc etc..

I know that she's giving away to people who have done a lot for their community, having said that the problem I myself have with this Favourite Things episode is that it's a lot of labels. The items are like this whatever whatever "tote" - aren't they just called bags? Look, I've never had a fondness for pretty things. I can walk past a gorgeous dress sighing and not even caring to know how much it costs. It doesn't have to be mine. With my first pay cheque, I went to the petrol station to fill up, you know? And it was next to a massive mall with shops which I walked through just to get my groceries!.

So then there's this house Oprah wants for herself. Just how many rooms does she need? I get it if it's a family house or if she's got maids and helpers living with her but seriously nineteen bathrooms? A well manicured garden? Venetian plastering? (or whatever). I just don't understand that. To me it's excess ..and alright you work hard, you should live your life the way you want but the excess is nauseating. And that's what I feel when I see the faces lighting up over Louis Vuitton, I'm not referencing just Oprah here maybe she didn't give away any LV, but same with Sex and The City, whilst I like their stories and friendships, I just feel sick when I see them coo and they do coo over a handbag or shoes. I don't get shoes either! I understand heels but not all these different designs of shoes. I have to say I laughed so much when my mum took me to an Ugg (Ugh!) shop to try on uggs that would match my coat. I told her blatantly afterwards, NO MUM. They're almost 200 pounds! They're shoes! Stuff to walk around in! They're not graceful stilletos fit for a fairytale if I was to be particularly girly, it's just nonsense. I don't work on a farm or own sheep so I won't wear Uggs. And how are they comfortable? They're warm but people just clump around in them, that can't be good for posture or feet!

I don't get labels and this excess. I'm no kill joy though, I love it when people are happy above all things and content with themselves in their own way, it means they leave me alone for starters and they can do what they want, it's just yet another thing that makes me nauseous and isolated from them. (Meant in less of a victim sounding way).

Saturday, 20 November 2010

HAHA.

I have to say this photo made me cackle. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1331450/The-Only-Way-Is-Essex-stars-Edwardian-ladies-Downton-Abbey-photoshoot.html

These ladies are from a show called The Only Way is Essex. They are NOTORIOUS for their fake tans and botox. Those in England will have heard of the term "chav," well this programme is chav tastic. It's tacky.

I know they're humans and the show shows that side of course but "Edwardian ladies" had a peaches and skin complexion, not perfect as they may have strived for but certainly not harsh and bloated thanks to the damage these Essex ladies have done to themselves.

I keep saying to anyone who's had a hard time in this fake tan obessed society, you'll look better when you're older, just you wait. I guess I'm right! Sure we won't go around with the ridiculous Edwardian hairstyles but at least we'll look okay coming out of the shower first thing, not with a weirdly plumped up face and eyebrows which have to be drawn on or look like they do.

And I can't believe how ridiculous Jennifer Aniston looks nowadays, obsessed with botox much?

And then on the other hand you have people criticising Jane Fonda, Sigourney Weaver and Susan Sarandon for wearing make up and being airbrushed on a magazine..because they're DA DA DAH! Old. Oh no! "But they're celebrating age and yet they're covering themselves in airbrushing and make up!" Say the douches who just don't get it. They're simply being on a cover of a magazine the treatment any other star gets which is airbrush and make up and they looked damned happy and charismatic! I like the photo of Jane's face!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1331402/Susan-Sarandon-Sigourney-Weaver-Jane-Fonda-strip-steamy-magazine-shoot.html

What I find weird in a I could never have predicted this way, was I got mocked for having a plump face and small tightest features, and that's what people are injecting themselves in Hollyweird to look like now. Man, I wish I knew of this before- I could have had a comeback!

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Remember that post about something that actually worked?

http://wickedwitchofwest.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-that-actually-works.html

I found the root booster frizzed my hair and made it more coarse, it's not reliable enough for day to day usage especially. It won't do anything to my top layers and so I have flat hair which then becomes rounder as you go down, not what I want for my face or hair, especially when it's not feeling so smooth after two rounds of serum...this root booster is clearly not for every day use and I think I'm just going to stick with my cool blow dry and hot (nonsensical little post, this) fringe straightening tomorrow.

I may hang onto the root booster- but I have to be tempted not to try it just one more time or I'll get a frazzled, round haired look again. I'd rather have my hair flat, at least it's better to touch!

A good friend of mine was talking about strength.

I can relate to her post in the sense I used to think it's unfair, just how strong do I have to be, what have I done to deserve this? It IS unfair, some things in fact are just total bollocks and I haven't done ANYTHING to deserve this..but I HAVE to be VERY strong.

I don't know what the purpose of life is. If it's some test to let you into Heaven, I believe in God and heaven and hell to an extent but regardless of my beliefs, I know that I just have to be strong. Pure and simple, I just have to. Otherwise, I will fall and I will hurt myself. The harshness that comes from people won't hurt them as much as it will hurt me.

No matter how unfair it is, no matter that it's more serious than fun, I like myself enough to know I'm worth the fight. I don't like fighting, I don't like the idea of enemies, but the ideal situation of getting along and not pissing off strangers is not happening and hasn't been since I was at school.

I've realised my worth doesn't get taken away from someone's laughter or mockery of me, because I don't give myself away to them. I used to think that meant isolation but now I can go out and go on about my buisness and still make fun for myself. I am completely independant and getting stronger because this is how I will survive. I also have given myself to someone and I know that I can do that, know how to love.

I intend to survive for a very long time, the only thing that will bring me down is something that I can not control. As for controlling others, you can't. A woman who was trying to survive bullying was told that other people's opinions are theirs, you can't take that from them. To me, it's all about how you process it and the way I process it is they clearly have a lot of growing up and evolving to do. They're far from intimidating when you think about it, I already knew they were stupid even the ones who have some sort of education.

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Something that actually works.

I don't think I ever do this but I found a product that actually works for me. Totally superficial, girly post. It's the Babyliss Root Booster. It's a heat iron that has different temperatures. When I saw the advert, I liked the root boosting part (that's exactly what my hair needs) but not the crimp effect of the iron. Its the crimp however that makes your hair look fuller and if you section it, I just use bobby pins as my hair is short then you can have the crimp underneath your hair, brush overit and have the top layer of your hair look fine. Difference is your hair actually has something to it.

I'm not a hair dye kind of girl, I put a clip in my hair only when I get it done at the hairdressers otherwise I look like a little round faced kid otherwise, I don't backcomb or do anything to it, I just want healthy hair. I don't like mousse or spray because I want to run my fingers through my hair. I like it smelling fresh and because it can get coarse but it's still straight, I hesistantly put a little serum, because I don't want it to end up looking matted to my face which trust me, it does especially short hair with layers that I'm growing out, just looks like a very flat bob on straight from the shower and after a smooth brush.

So this root booster is good for girls like me. I like to have my hair dry as naturally as possible. I wash it every day, it's not damaged my hair so far, but with the root booster I can get away with the odd day of not washing it or trying what I used to do when my hair was fuller due not having it thinned out, washing it the night before.

I spent only one minute with this product today when I bought it, my hair was dry and I hope to avoid drying my hair with a round brush for five minutes, arms tired and my hair going flat again after minutes. Today, I also used my straightners which I normally use just for my fringe to get it out my face but straightners made my hair look flat..even then the root booster worked well on my even flatter than usual hair.

It lasted and I didn't have to fluff my hair up.

I do however intend to keep my hair better conditioned due to the fact I'm putting heat directly on my hair as opposed to a distance as with the hair dryer (which I will still use for some movement to my hair for a minute and the same if I need to go out the house quickly). And I won't be using hair straightners even for my fringe anymore. I use a heat defence light spritz but come on over 100 degrees on your hair, which is the minimum for these heated things, nothing can combat that unless it's heavy duty and going to make your hair turn into straw. I condition my hair every day when I wash it and like I say put some light serum on.

It's the first time that I myself have done something to my hair and had it not only work but last and I can even rely on it for extra effect on a night out which for me will mean my hair will look someone's when they've not even blow dryed it, just brushed it!

I am growing my hair out, not even look at a hairdressers until I need to (my limit is when I resemble Worzel Gummage) and so a root booster is going to be helpful with my layers becoming longer and more blended in and a little limp. It will be interesting to see if how consistent it is as hair behaves differently each day.

I look forward to seeing my hair grow. It represents something to me. Even when my hair is long, I want it long, then I will have it looking as natural as possible, I don't like the processed looks, it may be exciting to some people but I'm more about the natural side and that's also partly why I am growing my hair out. I just need a little boost!

Friday, 12 November 2010

Emails.

I'm sure you've sent an email to someone and thought, okay I just read that and I can see how it comes across. Your message, how you thought it came across changes when they respond and when you read that mail again.

It's an oops, duh and okay I need to pull my socks up moment.

I've realised I need to type slower and take some breaths in emails not due to the fact my corset is so tight whilst writing it but to take a more matter of fact approach, to the point, I've only just processed my thoughts and that's the problem.

I hate that words can make you look stupid, if they do or don't to the other person, the receiver of that mail, it's an embarassment to me. I don't take that much of a different approach for buisness emails, I have to wonder how they come across. I suppose it's trying to broaden your mind, I get out everyday but it feels I'm in my own little world.

When I blog, I feel a little like that but I need to blog. I need to let it out. And my writing has become better for it. I'm sure my emails before blogging were quite horrendous, I'm a little messy, haphazard and not to the point. Sometimes I can be in conversation though. In fact more so in conversation. Something not right here...

I also find that something can make my mind clear, as if I'm incapable of not being convoluted there. I have so many thoughts, I don't have direction. When I get pointed, then it's like the day dreaming nonsense I had as a child goes away. Day dreaming used to interfere with things. I have every intention of stopping that, I have done well so far but my imagination will run at times not to extremes but to drama. I believe people can change.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

I have something that you don't.

I was talking to someone today about this, I'll keep them anon and I said sometimes I just want to go on my blog and RANT. Because you just can't say to people, and I have tried it, what is your problem?! I always get something to prompt me to say that to someone and when I say something or stare back, their staring goes on. I feel like there's something wrong with me and I'm sure there is; eg when I went out my eyes got red because it's cold and windy. I don't like it either but it's not uncommon and they would stare anyway even if that didn't happen. They weren't red like some blood stone! But I won't be losing sleep over the slightly red eyes, in fact I will be losing sleep over something delicious so I can't complain but I do want to have some sort of release. And so here it is;

I have something you don't.

I know you may think you have it all. You may mock me. I've got more power than you think; I know how to care for the different people in my life. I know what it is to love. I know what it is to help. I know myself. I have been tested but guess what BITCHES, I have survived! So you can do what you want, stare, whisper, treat me as if I am invisible one minute and then bump into me the next, I will stare as I do right back at you. I will keep the expression you obviously loathe on my face. I will keep everything like the evil bitch you think I am. I will take NOTHING of yours because I DO NOT WANT IT. I am writing this because I need a release.

I can wear what you do and my legs will look better than yours. It's true. I have superficially good things about me too. And I'll wear it with better class, oh and class; it's so easy for you to say I'm not classy for doing this when you can't say anything to my FACE.

You're not special, neither am I, we're just humans who shit, fart, eat and slurp drinks once in a while. If anyone finds you special, they don't see that bitchiness you give to me, if a DECENT person saw that, one who isn't selfish and all attention for themselves as I know a lot of mummy's boys and mums who's husband would rather look at the lingerie model than see what they have tried on and husbands who are NEVER going to get that lingerie model, they'd see you for what you truly are. You are two faced. I have something you don't. I am GENIUNE. Fuck you!

And that felt GOOD. But not as good or great or fantastic or life changing as the Dominant man in my life. I'm not using him as a card in this argument rather than he's on my mind constantly.

Oh yes every relationship has its dynamic, but perhaps yours has JUST that. Good luck raising a child as selfish and bitchy as you are. HE makes feel things that you won't feel because you're too closed minded to be open to really experience love so have fun lusting over Brad Pitt or Gary Oldman or Alan "his voice is so sexy" Rickman, I have EVERYTHING I NEED AND WANT. HA!

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Confidence boost.

Today, I got told something that made me blush. Understand, that when my cheeks blush they're about two tones lighter than your average person's. If I could actually blush, I would have been beet red when she said this. We got to laughing about a comparison my mum made, my mum is always complimentary about me, it's a testament to how dedicated she is to her daughters and how devoted. So, she once said to me you look like Ava Gardner. Seriously. Am I a tall siren with long wavy black tresses with bedroom eyes and generous lips? No not me, not I. I'm cute, I'm pretty but my siren quality comes from my mind. It comes from within. That doesn't mean I don't think of myself as a sexual woman, but I don't stop men or women in their tracks no matter how much leg I show or if I get my hair done or walk tall and sway my hips.

My sister said after one or two images, you don't look disimilar. You have the same type of nice symetrical face and clear skin. If you take away Gardner's dramatic eyebrows, she said I can see how that comparison was made. Inside, I was melting, outside I laughed and said that the same could be said about any Indian girl, it's the dark hair and features that you're probably seeing really. My sister has lighter hair. But she "insisted."

In that minute and now, I got a confidence boost. It's not politically correct to get that from someone else. No matter how much I try and shrug off being looked at and then having the person turn their face and then the person next to me gets more than a second's glance, whether it's my friend from my old school or someone from today, no matter how much I myself like how I look, it's actually lovely when someone says something nice about your appearance to you. No matter how little our appearance is supposed to matter and no matter which box we're supposed to fit in, it's nice to be likened to beautiful, perhaps especially when you're looked at with frowns and straight through the eyes as if you're invisible in a world that values fake tans and showiness.

I want to be seen as a sexual woman and an alluring one. It matters to me because I AM a sexual woman and I dislike living two lives, as if my sexuality is supposed to be a secret. I won't tell you everything but when you look at me, I don't want you to see a prude. At the same time, I'm not willing to fall over in spiky heels, I dress to flatter my body, for colour and at the same time I want to be able to walk fast and long distances in my town centre.

I'm still working on processing my Dominant's compliments. There's one in particular I could just live on, not because it's a showy gesture, but He nailed it when He said this to me.

Sunday, 31 October 2010

I figured that I may as well try and do something about it.

I know websites allow people to hide behind their computer and have a viscious little vent at others, others who have money and fame and sometimes these people are jealous and sometimes they're not, eitherway I think they shouldn't have the freedom to post their attacks.

I tried to post my comments on this website. What do you know, they only accept some comments. And can you guess what comments they accept..

So I thought as little as it is, why not actually do something, the only thing I know to do right now. I set up a group. http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_120350204690743

Have a good Sunday and be the best you can be, afterall it's too easy to be an arsehole as some have proven only too well.

There's a lot bigger things going on the world and this gives me no sense of self importance. I am proactive. I can't sit back. I just thought bloody hell three years of gobshite;

Ban comments on Mail Online in particular FeMail section (I know, I know)

It's not just this website that has viscious comments from readers. I've just been following this one more closely that others. Of course Daily Mail online seems to put through the majority of comments that are an attack on someone. I go on this website because it's in my country, I'm interested in the superficial side- what people are wearing and it's chill time for me. However, I always come away appalled at the comments. The bitchiness is not just the odd comment, it extends to bullying and I know some people use that word just like that but in my opinion posting a comment "she will always look vile" and this is the tone set for most comments features on this website is a viscious vent from the reader. Why post this? Why not have another outlet? No you are not merely just giving your opinion. You're attacking someone. It's clearly good for you to attack someone so far away right, someone from a different world to you, they have money, they have fame ..but it's better that you can just go on to a website, hide behind your screen and say something viscious, because that way you don't have to look someone in the eye and say something, like a coward. To me this is bullying. And I don't think bullies should have all freedoms including being able to post online. It took me less than 2 minuts to set up the group so I don't have "too much time on my hands."

Friday, 29 October 2010

I think we got hit with cowboy builders.

I just found out today from our normal builders, the ones who work for a company that has some dignity, that we have mushrooms growing because there is so much mould. I believe them, I don't need to look especially since they are growing in the bathroom..where I have been showering and supposedly cleaning myself for the past half year. I wonder what's been happening to my body, but I know that I haven't felt particularly ill during the past half year..just that the bathroom did smell and that's why we called them in. But, because there are several apartments on our floor suffering water damage, some even worse, we had to do this through insurance. Insurance said we'll send around our company..the company responsible for giving us a laminate that is cracking already in the hall, for supposedly treating our mould problem caused by water damage that's affecting the apartments on this floor- when they haven't because they fitted us with a non waterproof ground under the bath, the bath of all places,!, and they just let mushrooms grow! Our current builders told us all this, afterall we're not experts even when we snooped around after the previous builders left.

The builders before went through a company that would never tell us when they are
coming in, there were times when the builders would just turn up, they themselves having to travel two hours to get to us. One time one builder had the audacity to tell me, I've been knocking on your door. I told him had I known he had been coming in, I would have finished by shower by 9am but we had not heard from our builders for two weeks. On a regular basis, the person living with me had to chase up the company to ask when the builders are coming in, when this one person was away, no one would pass on a message, this person wouldn't ring us back and our apartment, our place of residence and supposed home was to be this building site for half a year (before the half a year that came after where I have been showering with mushroms) where people can just casually walk in and a freak show to have other owners inspect our damage. I once greeted the owner on our hall way dark with mould in bare feet as there was barely room to have a pair of shoes/slippers handy.

I didn't think that people with a professional attitude and children of their own and aside from the one builder who thought the world owed him something they appeared to be considerate at the very least, I didn't think these people could leave a bathroom with mushrooms growing in or fix us floors which have now cracked after 6 months and floors that weren't never water proof when they bloody need to be. Everytime we shower, there's more than an inch of water rising up where it's not supposed to. How is that sorting out the problem? In what way did they sort it out? These are all issues to be put in one big fat letter, and one big long phone conversation to the company who for a problem that hasn't even been fixed took half a year because they would leave us living like this with our permission, if we moved, they wouldn't pay unless we stayed in one hotel room of their choice for 6 months. So we chose to stay at home but we didn't choose to have the mushrooms growing. That's the part that shocks me and makes me really sick. I'm writing this as a freaking cautionary tale. I can't believe what we have been living and cleaning in and now, there's just dust and crap everywhere. For the next how many months, we have one cloakroom bathroom to shower in, but that will be a laugh compared to the main bathroom, with the spot lighting, tub and space, because to my knowledge, at least there aren't any mushrooms growing there!

Thursday, 28 October 2010

The past week.

I have been on a wild and exotic ride through Egypt! Yay! No I have not. You know, I think I need a filter in my head. There's stuff running through some times and I need to write it down. They say if you can't remember it today then it probably isn't meaningful, but it's just that it's been replaced with today. I've just been the most alert I've ever been today..and boy has it taken it out of me. Just cos of a few things. My surroundings are a bit messy, there's a toilet in the hall way. That kind of thing, you know. ! I've been putting my buisness cap on ..and ouch my head hurts. Still hurts after two hours. But it's good. I like to be alert and active. Of course there comes a time where you need two whole days to chill and relax and those two whole days seem to pass by fairly quickly but, no matter how less of an incentive there is to be out there, working, walking, I feel very alive.

It's end of October. Already. And also already, people are Christmas shopping. It's something I will never understand. I think it's hilarious. I would say that I would like to spend a day with a shopper and just see what's going through their head, what they're buying, what theypick up andf then put down but my God so many shoppers look so GLUM. If you smile right at them, they'll just keep that same glum expression. I wonder if people have so much nowadays, things are excessive even though we're barely recovering from the state of the economy that it takes some excessive hairstyle or celebrity to make them ooh and their faces *light up* High standards eh.


Yesterday, I saw a movie about facebook. I mean it's not about facebook you understand but it is. Mark (actual founder of facebook..sorry I mean co founder)Zuckerberg's character was a cliche but the actor who plays him Jessie Eisenberg, he just puts in so much humanity and something about the way he talks cracks me up, in a good way. I thought the movie had really clever parts to it. For characters, there was so much MEAT. You know Zuckerberg was accused of stealing the idea, went to court, but essentially he's a creator, he knows that he's the best person for the job and to whatever extent he stole the idea, he's a genius and a bloody hard worker. Yes I'm defending him. Not because he's likeable, cute, he fits none of those stereptypical Hollywood molds but that brain of his, intelligence, the shit that goes on our heads, that's the stuff that ought to make the world great, that impresses me not Zac Efron's side parting. In SN, I was super impressed with the way those Harvard boys cracked codes, did formulas and hacked. I liked the creation part and his meeting with Sean Parker played by Justin Timberlake who just made my gay dar go pa DING! But whatever! Sean is a shady character. I was on Eduardo's side, Sean was a sneek and a liar I felt. That's what is great about the movie is that it shows you the trappings of greatness, money and how humans will never ever change.

I liked Eduardo a lot. But I have a lot of respect for the real Mark Zuckerberg, idea stealer, jealous friend to whatever extent, another good thing about the movie is that we don't actually know the truths about these human beings even though it comes up to the front and it's done in a natural, real way, I think that's because of the performance of Andrew Garfield who played Eduardo. A lot of English actors keep it real.

And blogs..ooh. Sometimes you want to say it all, sometimes you think being cryptic is being cowardly and dishonest.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Don't say in comments what you wouldn't to someone's face.

It's very simple. Being very aware of internet bullying campiagns, youtube, facebook, there are people who are absolutely viscious. Fair enough you don't like something or someone but to use language like I would run her over and kick her (actually where they said they would kick her- I'm not going to print, it's too degrading but you can guess), I don't care how annoying their appearance or persona is, how are YOU even human? Having a blog, you can take things further, you can write paragraphs and talk about things on YOUR space but the internet also acts a great shield, the abuser suffers no real remorse for their actions.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Congratulations.

You joined the parents tv council and complained that everything was dumbed down nowadays and over sexualised. You intend to wrap your child up in cotton wool and tell them sex is an extension of holding hands with their "special friend." Congratulations, bravo and by the way, when exactly do you realistically think your child starts masturbating? Oh wait, that's paedophillia *rolls eyes*

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Oh please.

Clearly, I'm in the wrong job. I should write about Twilight sucking and market it at every adult with a beer gut and the complete list of Stephen King dvds, sorry books. Because at least I could write an original critique after you know having actually read the books and not just imitating what the media says about Twilight.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Here's what I read about bullying.

http://karenhealey.livejournal.com/907474.html

"Imagine an adult man working in an office environment. Some of his peers, who are the same age, regularly mock his interests and hobbies. He is a very good worker, and is praised by the supervisor; this brings more ire from his colleagues. Occasionally they physically assault him - slaps or shoves, mostly. They assure him that if he doesn't report this to the supervisor, they will be his friend. He feels isolated and wants friends, so he doesn't report it, but this promise is always broken.

When he does report the abuse, it stops for a few days, and then begins again. Although the abusers are occasionally punished, they are never removed from the workplace. And while the man is never directly told that he is partly to blame for the harassment, he receives mixed messages. He is sometimes told by supervisors that he should ignore the abuse. At other times he is told that if he made more of an effort to be friendly towards his abusers, they would stop. Once he is told that if he stopped being so obviously proud of his prowess in the workplace, his work life would become much, much easier.

Most people can understand that a workplace that condones or fails to prevent this kind of harassment is clearly unsafe. The man's colleagues are not ordinary people doing what ordinary people do; they are viciously pursuing a course of emotional and physical assault on someone they don't like. A supervisor informed of this abuse would be negligent in not coming down like the hammer of Thor on the abusers and making it very clear that this behaviour was unacceptable, in this workplace, or anywhere at all.

For some reason, if the victim and the harassers are nine years old, all bets are off.

Bullying is awful. It ought to be totally unacceptable. But far too often, it is accepted. We allow vulnerable children to be placed in danger, emotional and physical, that adults, with all the resources and experience of adults, would find oppressive and intensely painful. Then we excuse it as "just kids" doing what "just kids" do.

Child bullies aren't just kids. They are kids, who are bullies. They need to be stopped, not tolerated.

People bullied me, off and on, from when I was six until I was about sixteen, through two towns and four different schools. That is ten years of intermittent verbal, and rare physical, abuse. You bet it left a mark on my psyche. I often felt isolated and desperately lonely; I often cried from how terrible I felt. I never seriously contemplated suicide, but I did have suicidal fantasies, of the vengeful, "and THEN they'll realise they shouldn't be mean to me" type. At one point in my early teens, I plucked out all my lower eyelashes - it was very painful, which was kind of the point - and waited for someone to notice. They didn't, so I told them, in what I now recognise as a typical cry for help. Of course, I just got teased more for doing something so weird.

Many years later, when we were all more mature and I was friendlier with a number of these people, they expressed regret that I hadn't told them about how I'd felt earlier.

I had told them, of course. I'd asked, "Why are you mean to me?" And they said, "Because you make it so easy."

Awesome acceptance of your own faults there, guys!

But I believed them, because after all, people had told me over and over that it was partly my fault; for being weird, for being proud of my own abilities (was I supposed to not notice them?), for caring about things they didn't and vice versa. For being a victim.

The truth, of course, is that I was never even partly to blame. They did it to me, and they should not have, and they should have been stopped.

So if I do not hesitate to say that people bullied me, nor to describe the effects it had on me, why have I been hesitating over this post?

1) Like my experiences with sexual harassment - also not secret - I often have a completely erroneous feeling that the crimes perpetuated on me were not that bad. No one ever raped me; only groped me. No one ever broke my bones; only kicked me. No one ever spread disgusting lies about me behind my back (that I know of); only said cruel things to my face in an attempt to make me cry.

This is bullshit, of course. A crime does not become any less a crime because a crime visited upon someone else was more violent or repulsive. But the "other people have/had it so much worse" notion keeps going through my head at times like this, making me feel like my own experiences are somehow inauthentic or unhelpful.

2) When bullies target people at school, the victims are often told to report to teachers. Unfortunately, teachers, constrained by regulations or poorly thought out policy, lack of opportunity, lack of witnesses, or a lack of understanding, compassion or will, often fail those kids.

When I was eight, and living in a very small town, I was beaten up walking home from the shop with a bottle of milk. I wasn't badly hurt - pushed around and kicked a few times while I curled up and cried. I told the kids that the school principal would get them to make them leave me alone. The principal, when informed of this bullying, said he couldn't do anything about it because it hadn't been during school time or on school grounds.

I once told a teacher that I'd had a dream that he'd hidden under the desk and seen exactly how badly I was being teased, and then he'd come out and punished the perpetrators so they wouldn't do it again. He told me that he was sorry I was having a tough time, but if I just ignored the teasing, it'd get better.

In high school, when we were all pretty friendly in Year 13 (small class) some of the students who had teased me less when we were younger told me that when we'd all been at intermediate school together, a teacher had approached and asked them to be friends with me. I was humiliated at the thought that their past approaches had not been sincere, as I had assumed, but based on deception. The teacher had never told me he was taking this action.

In all three of these examples the teacher/principal is my dad.

I couldn't see a way to make this post without saying that, and so I have hesitated. I love my parents very much. I think they did a fantastic job raising me in most respects - here I am, being awesome and as ethical as I know how, and a lot of the credit goes to the people who gave me my first ethical frameworks. Be kind. Be generous. Listen. I dedicated my first book to my best friend, for supporting the story from infancy, and to my parents, for doing the same for me. Because they are wonderfully supportive, and they love me, and are proud of me, and want me to be happy.

My dad is a wonderful man, and I think that if he knew that I thought he'd failed me as a student in need of protection, he'd be very hurt. I don't want to hurt him, and it's completely unnecessary to do so: He's retired now, so it wouldn't be a teaching moment for him or help other kids in pain. I don't doubt that my dad looked out for me in a lot of little ways, and I blame the wider culture of bullying acceptance much more than I do him. He did try to help me, even with that awful plan of asking other kids to befriend me.

But even with him being the lovely man he is, and loving him as I do, I can still say that he messed it up sometimes. Even the people who love us can fail us.

The memories of being bullied are not so painful now; they just make me a little bit sad. But at the time, these were wounds I thought would never heal.

If I had been hurt more, if I had been depressed, if I had not had the outlets I did in books and drama, I might have decided to stop being a victim in the most permanent way possible.

I'm glad I didn't. Here I am, being awesome! There is a lot of awesome to be, and I want lots and lots of time in which to be it.

And I want that for everyone, which is why I think bullying is hideous and inexcusable, why I am certain that bullying should not be tolerated under any circumstances, and why I want to give hope to those whom people are bullying.

If that's you, please know this: You are not to blame. You are not the failure. You are being failed.

I am on your side, and I am so, so sorry.

Please, do whatever you can to keep yourself as safe as you can. The future awaits, and you can be awesome.

And if you are someone who is not being bullied, but wants to help, here are some things you can do:

- Stop using hurtful language, like "gay", "retard", "lame" etc. (It'll take a while if you're used to saying these words, but it's never too early to start stopping.) When you can, object to those words being used in your presence. This kind of language, even when not directed at people, normalises the idea that being gay or having a disability is bad.

- Don't tell fat jokes or Maori jokes, or any jokes where the humour is based in someone in an oppressed group to which you don't belong being perceived as inferior (that is a LOT of jokes, because we have a sick culture, but you'll cope). And try not to respond with laughter if someone who isn't part of the group the jokes target - someone who isn't entitled to meet pain with humour - tells them to you.

- Make your opinion on bullying clear, and when you can, refuse to tolerate or excuse it. You don't have to like everyone you know. You don't even have to be nice to them. But part of being the absolute baseline of a decent human being is not causing harm to them.

- Encourage anti-bullying programs in schools and communities. Donate your time and/or money to them. (The Alannah and Madeline Foundation Better Buddies program is a good choice for Australians.)

So there are some concrete actions you can undertake to help stop bullying. And hurrah for you! I am on your side also.



* I would LOVE Savage to recognise and own that his fatphobia and other issues are also propagating hate and contributing to the bullying of kids, including fat queer kids, and then, you know, stop doing it, but I don't think that's going to happen. As matters stand, however, I cannot deny the value of any attempt to give hope to bullied and potentially suicidal LGBTQ kids, however problematic the source.

Thank you. This is--yes. I agree. I'm mulling over my own post, but I can say this: the one time I told a school official that I was feeling, um, very isolated, she told me it was all in my head. This being the school counselor that I'd been seeing for a couple of months, it didn't exactly encourage me to pursue anything further (I also quit seeing her).
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derryderrydown wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
I was bullied by two groups at school, and the most painful was the people who were supposed to be my friends. It took me five years to realise that they were toxic and they weren't going to stop being toxic.

While I did make new friends (several of whom I'm still very close to), most of them were in the years above and below me, or in a different house, which meant I had people to hang out with at breaks/lunch, but not during lessons.

So I stopped going to lessons.

Which isn't the ideal solution, but it got me out of school alive, which was looking increasingly unlikely up to that point.

Teachers knew I was being bullied - mostly verbal but some physical. At one point, a teacher watched another girl punch me to the ground and kick me, and just told the other girl she should learn to control her temper. The only thing they did about the verbal bullying was for my head of year to go into my form (while I was in hospital recovering from a suicide attempt) and tell everybody that they should be nice to me. As you can imagine, that didn't do a great deal of good.

I was referred to two psychologists. The first was through the hospital for the various suicide attempts. He spent ten minutes talking to me and decided it was all due to my parents divorcing a decade earlier. Which made my mother feel horrifically and pointlessly guilty and did absolutely nothing about the real problem.

The other was through school, for the amount of lessons I was missing. His solution was for me to be kept in the school office at breaks/lunchtime and walked to classes. Which just meant I didn't go to school at all, because it removed the only non-miserable portions of my day.

I'm still incredibly untrusting if people I meet are nice to me, without obviously wanting something in return. There's a part of me that expects them to turn on me. I am gradually learning that's not the case but it's been a long, hard slog and it's not over yet.
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themadpoker wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
I had told them, of course. I'd asked, "Why are you mean to me?" And they said, "Because you make it so easy."

That attitude is the WORST thing. In sixth grade a former friend of mine made it her life mission to make my life hell and I never let my parents know how bad it got because some part of me was ashamed that I was being bullied. Like I should have been able to do something about it right? And I tried all the solutions they always tell you to do like ignoring her (didn't work, made her worse). I basically made it through that year by separating myself into two people, the one at school who always carried at least two books to start reading so I could avoid talking to anyone and the one at home who was chatty and had fun with her family and cousins.

I think the biggest thing people can do to stop bullying is what you said, make it clear it's not tolerated. The girl I mentioned was the ringleader but the rest of my class was perfectly willing to join in or pretend like she wasn't doing anything. Bystanders can make a huge difference.
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franzferdinand2 wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
All of the anti-bullying stuff also hits a little close to home, because for a few short months, I did engage in bullying. Despite being a nerdy timid kid, I never actually was bullied much, mostly because I was bigger than everyone else. I only had a couple of close friends in middle school, so I'd also felt relatively isolated from my peers.

But there was one semester, my freshman year of high school. In the last period of the day, there was a kid who everyone in the class would mock ceaselessly before the final bell rang. I participated in this. It was for all the standard, shitty reasons, trying to fit in, feeling better about myself, all that garbage.

After I actually made some friends in high school, I stopped. Then for the next several years I justified what I had done to this kid as "not that bad", because I hadn't been orchestrating anything. I went to great lengths to rationalize to myself why I wasn't a huge piece of shit who had engaged in the abuse of another human being.

A few years into college, I came home for a break and went and apologized to the kid we all mocked. He seemed to be fine, but the thing is, I know that the things I said to him were still there. I could not and cannot ever take those things back, but I can try and move forward and do something about this kind of shit.

The problem is, it was so damn easy at the time. Not because the bullied make it easy, that's also just another justification. Hell, there was nothing in particular that made the kid we bullied stand out for abuse. But it was easy because of that sense of the group against the outsider, it was easy because there was a petty, childish thrill in giving into the worst of ourselves.

Anyway, that's just a word out there to anyone who bullied others. Remember that you will always have been a person who listened to the lizard part of your brain, and that you have to work harder than anyone to keep kids from doing this to others in the future.

And to the bullied, this is an apology. Even though I'd experienced the same sense of isolation and loneliness, I chose to inflict that on someone else. It remains the worst thing I have ever done to another human being, and if I could take it all back, I would. But there isn't any way to undo the things done, only to move forward and prevent it from happening again.
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notemily wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 06:20 am (UTC)
I saw a post on tumblr today that talks about how bullying is a thing people DO, not a thing people ARE. It is possible to be both a bully and a victim of bullying. And to kids that bully, we should make clear that it is their behavior that we find unacceptable, and not write them off completely as "bad kids." Your comment made me think about that. It IS easy to join in bullying, even when you've been bullied yourself. That doesn't make it okay but it also doesn't make you a bad person who can never do anything good.
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
I agree, but I think a lot of tolerance comes from the "but they're really *good* kids" defence.

ALSO OMG KITTY.

(Also, I just clicked through to that tumblr post and, uh, the VERY FIRST LINE made me roll my eyes.)

Edited at 2010-10-19 07:43 am (UTC)
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notemily wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 04:23 pm (UTC)
The "good kid" defense reminds me of the similar one for rape. "He's such a nice boy, he would never rape anybody." Well, maybe he did, and in that case he's not such a nice boy. It's possible for someone to be nice to some people and really, really awful to others. I've probably engaged in bullying behavior, although I don't remember individual instances. But I've also been a victim of bullying many times over, and a bystander when bullying was happening.

I guess what I am saying with linking to the tumblr post is that it's the behavior that's the problem. I think one reason parents and teachers jump to the "really good kids" defense is that they are thinking a kid can only be either a good kid or a bully, just like people think you can either be a good person or a racist, or you can be a nice guy or a rapist. In all of these cases judging people's "goodness" or "badness" doesn't help anything and in fact just adds to that dichotomy, so I'd rather focus on what the person did that was harmful.
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
Excellent point.

(KITTY!)
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franzferdinand2 wrote:

Oct. 20th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
I can agree somewhat that you don't want to immediately demonize demonize kids who participate or those who do nothing, but the issue here is that I knew full well at the time that what I was doing was flat out wrong. I honestly like to think that I would have stopped if there had just been someone to say to me, "Knock that the fuck off," or even just something as simple as getting me to think about the consequences.

I would completely agree with the assessment that I was a bad kid. Sure, I only did it for a semester, sure other people did more than me, but for that semester and the subsequent years of rationalization, I was being a bad fucking kid. If I couldn't figure that out my own dumbass self, I really wished someone would have told me.

(Not that I'm saying it was other people's fault that I bullied a kid when I knew it wasn't right. My actions were my own responsibility.)
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knastymike wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 05:25 pm (UTC)
Oh my word, I love that post by Kate Harding. Especially the criticism of "Just ignore it."
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shogunsquirrel wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC)
HUG! To you as your awesome self now (I fully mean that word, I'm a little in awe of you) and also a time-machine hug to the young Karen who was in the middle of being failed, and didn't really know how awesome present day Karen could be.

Man... that resonates. And THANK YOU for sharing Marianne's post too. Perfect metaphor... wish I'd had it to read in high school.
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stormantia wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Your point about sexual harassment is something I can relate to. I was stalked twice (once in high school and once in college) and have been touched inappropriately at two different jobs, and I always find myself saying that it wasn't that bad, when yes, it was. You don't want to detract from another person's painful experience, but...it was painful.

It's really disjointed and awkward, and I'm sorry for that, but I just wanted t say thank you. This post helped me a lot.
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windancer wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you for posting this. I Tweeted the link to your entry, because this needs to be addressed and addressed and addressed until the situation improves.
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sour_idealist wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
I don't think I have a single memory of a teacher not failing a student. Maybe, if a teacher rules the classroom with an iron fist, nothing will happen in that particular class because nobody dares to talk. But I have no memory, ever, of a teacher, counselor, or anyone else stopping anything beyond the confines of a classroom. And the teachers who didn't run that tight a ship? Usually, that meant things going on literally under their noses. My freshman year of high school, I was being harassed in gym and the teacher teased me about it.

And what derryderrydown said about still feeling the effects? I still can't tell whether people are genuinely being nice to me, or being mocking. I just can't see the difference, and I tend to assume the second.
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aliette_rowan wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 08:45 pm (UTC)
I was small for my age, dressed unfashionably and was very bright. Social politics did not come naturally to me for quite some time.

I was bullied through isolation. I started out as the kid that thought the entire world was her friend. I quickly realised this was not the case and ended up withdrawing.

My solution was the school library at about age 7. Nobody bothered me there, books were awesome and I was safe. This carried on until I was about 12.

I too have known the shame of a teacher asking kids to be my friend. In my case I only found out the next school year when I went to college with the same group of people and sat down with them, only to be told I wasn't welcome anymore and that they were never really my friends.

Luckily I found a kindred spirit in form 3 and we propped each other up for the rest of college and at university I discovered the geek crowd and found my home.

For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me because nobody liked me. Now I know that there wasn't anything wrong with me at all. I was and am awesome.
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notemily wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 06:44 am (UTC)
"I started out as the kid that thought the entire world was her friend."

I was that kid too. Now I'm an introvert bordering on hermit. It's sad.
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aliette_rowan wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 07:59 am (UTC)
*hugs*
Unless I am around 'safe' people, I turn into a complete introvert. I am so lucky to have safe people now.
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jessikast wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 09:05 pm (UTC)
I was bullied in primary school and secondary school - never so badly that it affected my school work, and I always had a small circle of friends so I never felt terribly isolated.

Anyway, two incidences stand out which I wanted to share since they are kind of good memories for me.

When I was in primary school, maybe eight or nine, I was physically bullied by a few boys who would tease and push me. I don't recall particarly taking this to the teachers, but I think the boys were the known "trouble makers". One day one of the boys decided to push me while the class were going down stairs...this ended badly. Obviously.

So the next day I limp into class, my badly sprained ankle strapped and bandaged, and I have this lovely memory of the teacher loudly exclaiming "Michael, look what you've done!"

Highschool was a private girls school. I wasn't popular and don't recall a lot of overt bullying, but more name calling and snickers behind my back. In forth form or so the cliques and bitchiness and bullying came to a head, and we had a bunch of those kind of sharing sessions where the teachers get us to sit in a cicle and Say Positive Things or play trust games.

A little while earlier we had been out in the field for some kind of exercise, and had been told to stand in a circle and hold hands. The girl next to me (not popular, but on the fringe of the popular group and desperate to be included) made it obvious how horrified she was at having to touch me, and pulled her sleeve over hand. One of the popular girls brought this up at the "Please Get On" session and said, I noticed you did this, and it wasn't okay. And basically the whole form agreed. The bitchy bully was shamed, and it was an awesome moment of vindication for me.
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wanderingdreamr wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 09:11 pm (UTC)
It's been years since I was bullied but reading this post is definitely bringing up some old memories and it really vocalizes a few thoughts I've had over the years too. I went to the teachers about being bullied, they had to know about it and they liked me, yet they just couldn't get this one girl to stop bullying me and my mom said she probably would've made me change schools if we hadn't moved when we did. And for the life of me I can't figure out what else could've been done. I went to teachers (don't think I had the "let's be friends" intervention but I do recall my teacher yelling at the kids on my behalf at least once), I don't remember if I tried standing up to the girl or ignoring her but I'm pretty sure I did both and neither helped, I had friends who didn't make fun of me, hell I just wish they could've sent this elementary kid for counciling since my mom agrees that she had problems. Part of me says "It's a bit extreme to kick a ten year old out of school" and the other half of me says "eff that, all her friends managed to grow up in the same time, if you can't play nice then you can't play at all!"

Geez, from reading the comments it really hits home for just how many people have been bullied over the years, why hasn't anyone figured out better techniques to deal with this?!?
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nentuaby wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
An anti-bullying campaign is badly, badly needed... But I really do wish it wasn't Dan Savage behind it. If you're not aware, aside from fatphobia he's also particularly binarist... He's said some dramatically biphobic things and, though I've never heard anything in particularly, I'd project from them with pretty fair certainty that he almost has to be transphobic too.

The effect for me of constantly hearing "Dan Savage's It Gets Better" is kind of "well, that's nice for the Gay and Lesbian kids. Too bad I'm from the tail end of the alphabet soup."
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 01:13 am (UTC)
I am aware, and yeah, agreed again.

But the thing is, it *is* nice for those kids!

I wish someone more involved in intersectional social justice had come up with the campaign, but they didn't. And the kids who are getting hope from it are getting real hope.
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nentuaby wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:06 am (UTC)
I know, believe me... Got to take these things on their own merits, or gods know there'd be about 8 people on the planet qualified to start them. Just... Something I needed to vent about a bit.
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:43 am (UTC)
Indeed, and your venting is completely justified.
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franzferdinand2 wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
I'm in the same boat. I think this project is a great idea, but sometimes it seems like the "BT" in "GLBT" is neglected.

I'd also stopped reading Savage shortly after he joined the chorus of people saying that black people were responsible for upholding Prop 8. Short answer: No they weren't. There aren't actually that many black people in California. Prop 8 MIGHT have been struck down if literally every registered black voter voted against it, but that's a big "might".
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puzzlement wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
I call my own bad school experiences largely "sexual harassment" and "sexual assault" now.

It tended not to occur to me to tell teachers, I guess part of the thing about that is that they get away with it because it's difficult to tell a teacher "J keeps talking to me about 'blow jobs'... and, is that something sexual? He acts like it is." (I can think of various teachers who would have had trouble not laughing in my face.) My parents at times took action when I was a teenager (and I think they must have brought merry hell down on the school because the reaction was as if they had threatened to burn it down) but as a littler kid, when I didn't tell them it was sexual either, I got "just ignore it/just look like you don't care."

And in this case, it's inter-generational problems. My parents, particularly my mother, were both badly bullied. My father eventually grew to 195cm tall and dished out some violence (I know several tall men who eventually did this), my mother... eventually went to university and was happy. In some ways, they were unable to help partly because they had never found something useful I could do when in the same victim position they'd been in.
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lirazel wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)
That really speaks to me -- I was unable to help my son when he was bullied, because I never learned to deal with bullies myself. And even though he's 30 now and tremendously happy and we're close, I am still angry at myself that I couldn't help him much, and even angrier at the attitudes which make it OK to bully.
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writerjenn wrote:

Oct. 18th, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
The posts I've been reading are amazing, and I applaud all my fellow bully-survivors who have been able to tell their stories. I still haven't been able to tell mine yet.

One thing I notice, though--in the comments of many of these posts, people often give "reasons" for why they themselves were bullied--they were overweight, or too small, or had braces, or were shy. Or maybe they got good grades, or--on the other end of the spectrum--they couldn't keep up in school. And I want to give a group hug to everyone and say:
That wasn't why.
You were not the cause of it.

I saw an interesting thing happen in one of my classes, where girls ganged up on one another in turn. First one girl would be the odd one out, then another who had formerly been in would be out, then another. It was like a round robin (although I was out the longest). The victims didn't cause it, and it could happen to anyone, and for a while there it was happening to just about everyone.
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 01:11 am (UTC)
I appreciate the thought behind this comment, but I do think there's a difference between thinking something about you was so *wrong* that of course you're going to get bullied, and identifying a point of difference that kids jumped on because they could.

Because a LOT of tolerance of bullying is rooted in a world full of classism/fatphobia/heterosexism/racism, etc etc. Sometimes there really are reasons why particular people are targeted - not reasons that are their fault, not excuses for bullies' behaviour - but reasons that stem from the massive imbalances in our intolerant society.
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notemily wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 06:48 am (UTC)
yes, this. and letting the bullying continue just reinforces those imbalances.
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lirazel wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

I wrote about this once, and kept it friendslocked, because I was looking for work at the time and was concerned about how a potential employer might read it. I have unlocked it today. Thank you.
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mysterysquid wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 08:25 am (UTC)
Beautifully put. I feel lie i spent half my time as a teacher pulling kids up for insults and putdowns, but I don't regret a moment of it.
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narrelle wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 09:05 am (UTC)
I was very moved by this piece, having been bullied a lot at all the different schools I attended over the years, primary through to high. It was hideous. However, it did get me reading a lot of books, and now I'm a writer and practising Awesome as hard as I can, so guess it wasn't a total write-off.

May I link to this post from my Mortal Words blog?
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)
Oh, absolutely. All public posts on this blog are free for linking.
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suzycat wrote:

Oct. 20th, 2010 06:19 am (UTC)
"Just ignore them", how many times did I hear that... It is exactly the same as with rape/sexual abuse: we need to stop teaching potential victims what to do to lessen their chances of being victims (for example, don't have any distinguishing features, don't be a different colour, have a different accent, have a disability; don't cry easily) and start teaching people NOT TO DO IT.
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eyebrowofdoom wrote:

Oct. 20th, 2010 11:46 am (UTC)
possibly I am imposing with this long and tangential comment
I have been thinking about teacher's kids recently. My parents were both teachers when they were younger. And it is funny how many of my friends' parents are also teachers. It's got to the point where if I meet someone new that I click with, I am surprised to learn that they are not a teacher's kid. The thing I think about teachers - and this is partly from observing my own friends who have been teaching high school since we left Uni - is that it makes them into really pretty flinty characters over time. They are just fucking sick of whining children by the time they get home in the evening. So their kids get a pretty strong message to sit down, shut up and do as they're told, and stop bothering the parent. So we grow up into quiet, diligent, fairly self-effacing people, and I suspect we flock together because it doesn't work to be friends with louder, more self-important people, because they steam-roller us and hog the agenda.

I think being quiet and self-effacing is quite a good way to be, but I have a certain sadness about it for myself. It could be kind of awesome to be self-important, and go around demanding things from people.

I don't want to impose unwelcome interpretations on your life, obviously. But there is something quite extraordinary in the contrast between the degree to which you are protective of your dad, struggling about whether to tell this story, and the degree to which he was protective of you - which is, not at all. Given that he's the parent and you're the child, that seems strange.
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karenhealey wrote:

Oct. 20th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC)
Re: possibly I am imposing with this long and tangential comment
Oh dear, I think I might have misrepresented my dad. He was extremely protective of me in many ways - indeed, telling people to be friends with me was an act of attempted protection, if one that made me feel humiliated and small. Part of the reason we moved from the very small country town in which I was most tormented as a kid was because I was being bullied, and my parents wanted better for me.

But I think he got caught up in not wanting to show me favouritism when we were at the same schools. And of not wanting to abuse his authority. Both of which are good instincts, but unfortunately I still think he let me down."

I read something today about bullying.

I'm going to start a few posts here.

First, I'll post my own thoughts. And please feel free to contribute.

I agreed with what I read that bullying shouldn't be the "norm." How many posts have I read about bullying where the person starts off, I was a weird kid. What are the bullies then? What are people who pick on someone and show no humanity towards them? They're normal? Their behaviour is acceptable? In my opinion, it's these people who are weird. They're not being assertive or proactive by them thinking they are "putting someone in their place" and "acknowledging social status." They're not showing survival of the strongest or fittest.

And if they happen to be popular..whether in school, at work, in a club, that doesn't make them a proactive and good person straight away and if people find them proactive and good, they lose any of those qualities in bullying someone whether it's "just one" person. So they may be great to other people but if they're making someone else's life hard, then they're not great at all.

No more excuses.

No more this is just the way it is.

Bullying doesn't make people stronger. The people who are bullied work their damned hardest to make themselves stronger.

It's not tough love.

It may make for some drama on Glee but in reality, people lose lives and if someone is "only" being kicked a few times or called names, things which are referred to as "minor" it is still bullying. You know when you are just gently teasing someone and you ought to know the difference between that and seeing your actions and or words have caused them harm. Even the most seemingly self confident person.

No one "deserves" to be bullied. It's an ego trip for the bully perhaps and if so it's the weirdest most delusional trip. Being a bully is not a qualification or something to be proud of. "Oh I used to bully the boys at my school." What a magnificent way to assert yourself, making people call you a bitch or afraid of you.

Know what bullying is. It's not standing up for yourself. It's not giving your opinion. It's putting someone down.

No one is perfect. I was called a hyprocrite and the girl who called me that knew what I went through on a daily basis. I was being bullied in 3/5 classes in the day every day, I was also bullied at lunch, teachers didn't know where to look. I didn't deserve the bullying but that doesn't mean I haven't been guilty of saying things about people. The difference and it's a huge difference, is that I didn't make toilet and animal sounds every time that person entered the room, whereas I got those melodic sounds for no reason when I came into the room in every class the bullies were there. I was picked on for every detail and I noticed that whilst the bullies disliked my appearance from the start, they started picking on it after some time and also the voice, the words, it goes on and on, they got everything. To this day I can't make proper eye contact with someone, it's either too much or too little and I can't look around a room without my heart banging in my chest. I never had that problem before being bullied and I got that problem from having every little thing scrutinised by the bullies. It was a hobby for them to torment me, it was like stalking, and torment is something I could never be accused of towards anyone. I'm not justifying my words about people by the way but thinking that I deserve what I got and not knowing when it's become extreme, is something I will never forgive that girl who called me hypocrite for. If I ever meet her in this lifetime, I will treat her the same as those bullies and it's not some revenge act I get delight out of.

This is what I read. http://karenhealey.livejournal.com/907474.html

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Hair.


I know it's a little pretentious of me but yes, I love the Mona Lisa painting, her expression and her face.

Sometimes I feel that different things about a woman's appearance would take so long to discuss that they should be done seperately. I'm not into black and white. I've been around enough to know that appearance is important and that an attitude of like it or lump it is not doing yourselves any favours says the patronising auntie that is me. I've been in the like or lump it situations and for me it wasn't about acceptance, it was the fact I was hurting. It does seem women are lumped into two categories; beautiful, skinny and long hair. The other category being alternative.

I honestly only until this year thought about hair the way other women do. Up till then, I have always wanted to play with my hair. In terms of length, I once told a hairdresser, ideally I'd have my hair down to my ass. The more hair I have, the more styles I can get it in, it's fun and silly and great. But the longest I ever got to was just touching my shoulders. I wanted to hack my hair off. It's not this natural long flowing thing, it's slightly coarse mixed with fly aways, shiny and thick except it looks flat without the aid of a hairdryer and round brush. It doesn't obey any of the rules, the back of my hair grows longer than the sides, which starts resembling mumsy mullet as opposed to ooh your hair is growing long. I'm not complaining. What if I didn't have hair? What if i had to go out in the world faced with what women who are bald or losing hair are faced with? I know how people work. I know that if someone makes a bad comment about you it doesn't make you feel good no matter how much bravado you put on. You can rise above it. But the way people are, the way society is, the fuckers that are the media, print a picture of a bald woman and you'll get people clicking on it posting things you can already guess. And I'll click to see what they're saying..and then I think, why? Why did I waste my time on what I already knew these so called people would say?

I never equated femininity with hair in the past. I sort of only thought about faces. A short hair cut made me look prettier, that's why I've mostly always had it bob length. I got bored and thought about going super short or "fantasised" about growing it shoulder length and having some good layering going on. I never thought about my body too that much. Only until I started doing excersises that surprised me. They worked. For me it's about taking chances, exploring, yes this superficial, I'm not a spoilt brat, I know that I am very lucky in terms of health, lifestyle and desires, but I also think was I living in a coma before? I read all the stuff on the internet, the magazines which I've purposely stopped buying now, decades ago, only until I really thought about myself, did I see my potential. And that potential is not to be society's version of anything. It's to be the person who I value's best. That person is me and my Master owns me.

So don't think about what suits you. Think about doing. If I'm being something I am not according to someone else, then it's too bad they can't see all the different sides to me.

I posted some comments below following a mini sort of discussion between myself and someone who I shall keep anon cos I haven't asked their permission! I thought what they said was worth posting here.

Anon; Not buying women's magazines is one of the best things you can do for yourself as a woman. I seriously believe that. But you're right. It's good to be creative with your looks. it's not superficial. It's part of yourself. Your whole self. There's nothing wrong with this. Or makeup. It's the way we are manipulated to believe it is everything that is the problem.

Me; I completely agree. There is so much manipulation from media, society and im sorry to say people who i thought would know better- friends, family, not my family but women who have had daughters , youd think they would know better than posting a rude comment on a website saying "some girl is supposed to be fat and why is she trying to be skinny?" thats just one example.

Anon; Yes. The whole body image thing is fucked up. People don't know how to behave any more. Because a lot of people take their ideas from the media. And the media is now giving mixed messages.

Me; So true. I just hope some of those arseholes get their just deserts.

*starts chanting*

Movie time.


Movies are a big passion of mine. As is naked gardening. (In your dreams).

Movies I want to seeeeee,

Everyone's hearing about this Social Networking movie. I'd like to see it for Jessie Eisenberg's performance. I really liked his work in The Squid and The Whale which made me laugh so damn hard, like a more realistic, less quirky Royal Tenenbaums. I think Social Network will be sensationalist, different to the real character of Mark Zuckerberg (creator of Facebook. Oh no, stick pins in him) who I think does have more social skills than the character Eisenberg portrays in SN but it's a movie, drama, a story, it should be fun and thought provoking and it's already provoking me. I want to see it. And I don't get the comparison between Michael Cera who I also like and Jessie Eisenberg, it's a bit of a dumb comparison.

The Squid and The Whale. Since throwing my dvd away or leaving it at my parents house in a move, hell no probably just an impulse, I have distanced myself from a family so dysfunctional and from a dad so hilariously -from afar- up himself. And that sucks and I may have to sing Hey You a song I could have written.

Secretary. But only with a certain person. I've seen it many a time, perhaps Spader did another movie with Maggie Gyllenhaal called Worms get you Spankings. Or was that just a directing fantasy of mine. We saw Story of O. Maybe another BDSM movie? No because aside from the Image, Sec and O, there's bloody nothing! The Pianist but she's crazy! Maybe, I'll settle for Madame Bovary, as long as it is exquisite looking. I actually just want to see something dark and provocative. Dogtooth was a good one about conditioning, oddball, not sexy at all..I want to see something, maybe like Lolita mixed with that and The Town. No I just want to see a sexy kidnap movie. Don't mention that Gerard Butler Jenn Aniston movie, I don't like Butler's teeth.

Well I'm off to make a few enemies as I've made 500 million friends.

Nice trailer for The Social Network http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB95KLmpLR4

A scene from Squid and The Whale. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRsc6yh76o8

Friday, 15 October 2010

Too much self importance.

It seems there's a lot of justification going. Defending oneself. I got thinking yesterday big time about abortion and religion, the two seperated. I feel sometimes people think they are disciple of someone or they think they are really special, like they are here on Earth for a reason other than to live. I myself have never followed a religion but I don't actively disbelieve in any religion. I don't agree with a few things I have heard quoted to me but that doesn't mean I think that particular religion is "bullshit." However, I do have a problem with a religion that is going to have quotes about homosexuality, when it likens it to a crime, or when it calls it wrong, I have a big problem in calling things wrong and people following that. I absolutely disrespect that..but I believe you can worship a God in your religion and not believe in everything which is there in the text in your religion, it's perhaps controversial to do so because some would accuse you of not really being a believer or a follower of that religion because you haven't immersed yourself into it fully.



I used watch a series called Mahabharat and I can take away a lot of things from that without being immersed in the Hindu religion. Both my parents are Hindu but I know if I said to them, I love my religion they would be proud that I "got it." I'm coming to find that don't agree with A religion period. I believe in God but I'm hazy on what that God might be..I have no desire to find out even what that God is.



I believe I'm lucky to be alive, lucky to live but I also have come to believe life is not a gift. I think giving birth is kind of a miracle when you think about it and some part of me even believes it's God's will, yes I don't know why but I would thank God, but life..I really think of it as a process. I don't fully believe in fate, I believe in it to an extent but I will never follow the fate intended for me. I will always do what I want.



And when someone says you're selfish, I come back to my first paragraph. Like they are someone's disciple and they are special- and I want to say have you ever thought about the other views about why we are here on Earth, one of them just purely science? I abhor the idea that your belief is the only belief. There's a quote, I can't remember it and it's been BUGGING me, it's a little similar to marching to the beat of your own drums but also that that beat is the only beat that exists. I HATE that. And I hate hypocrites. I'm not even going to be diplomatic about it, I think that rebels, which people who march to their own drum and say they hate labels are very keen to label themselves as, are pompous arses who just want attention.



Then there's abortion. In fact it comes down to birth. Birth is a gift to some. I agree having a baby is a special time and mothers are to be respected, are you kidding me, they go through so much, I have so much respect for them. However, this idea that a woman is a not a woman until she gives birth or even that a man doesn't become a man till he has a child and in some cases a son, that I class as bullshit. As if we have to prove ourselves. Childbirth is not some test or gateway to heaven in my opinion. So, if a woman wants to make the choice to abort, I think saying you a pro choice and then turning your nose up by saying that you would never want any loved one or anyone in your family to abort is a hypocritical mess. I'm a human, I will act like one, if abortion makes me selfish, if you think I am doing it for my own convenience, then you think that and I will go ahead and call you a deluded faux disciple. I'm not beating around the bush here. Sometimes a woman will be disowned if she has a child, thrown out and living a poverty and sometimes a woman wants to go further in certain aspects of her life and does not want a child yet. I know that there are signs of humanity in the not yet child she is choosing to abort, it's almost a life and according to some arguments, it is a life. But what has always baffled me is calling it a murder. Let's move past black and white, dictionary definitions. I hate the pro sensationalist, ready to jump on the It's Wrong bandwagon, I liken them to sheep.