It's been a while since my last post. Mostly because I am the laziest person on the planet and also because I've been absolutely swamped with uni life! Too many essays for my liking! I thought today would be a good day to get back into it though. So here goes!
Walking through Liverpool today with my flatmates, I realised something quite devastating. I have become what my 14 year old emo-self (yeah that's right) would have literally LOATHED. I was of course, walking towards the sun bed shop to take my UV tanning bed virginity. This, teamed with my plan to get some form of acrylic nail (no french tips, don't worry I won't go that far) and my already highlighted and dyed to oblivion hair all equals semi-plastic. Fake. One of those girls that you hate. Next thing I'll be a desperate scousewife! Emo me is so upset with modern me. I still can't get my head around how much people change within such a short amount of time. 5 years from emo with dark dark massive fringed hair, neon pink leopard print tshirt, black skinny jeans and wannabe vans. Straight to an attempt at a tan, painted manicured nails and well-kept eyebrows. Scousewife is going a little too far though, even for me!
Speaking of scousewife, I watched the most disturbing programme on channel 4 the other day- "Sex, lies and rinsing guys". Which is all about women who exploit rich men for well, their money. Simply by having fake boobs and bleached hair (with I must admit acrylic nails and well-kept eyebrows), these women are able to manipulate the rich men that they meet into buying them designer shoes, bags, jewellery and EVEN paying their house bills. Not so sexy- "hey dan, could you do me a favour and pay my gas bill?" < there's some innuendo no one saw coming... But. I must be stopped here. Because the "rinsers" as they like to call themselves (god knows why) don't actually sleep with the men who they rinse- yeah right. Maybe not infront of the cameras ladies?
Still. Though I personally would never "rinse" someone for gifts, mainly because i'd be rubbish at it, I can't help but be envious of their "free" money. Lately my friends and I have been doing the lottery in a desperate bid for holiday money and nice clothes. Maybe this is a waste of money, but if I've got more chance of being struck by lightening than winning I'll take my chances- I've not been hit yet. Afterall, clearly everyone loves free money! As for my tan- after 6 lovely sunbed minutes I'm still a pale peachy colour- for now I am far from scouseland!
Coasting Nicely
Saturday, 19 May 2012
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Happy Women's day!
So once again trusty Google has informed me of
an important day in the worldly calendar- today is in fact “international
women’s day”. Hooray! Let’s all go and burn our bras and dance naked through
the forests as acts of feminism and hippie-like freedom. Or not.
It seems sad to me how (in my little student bubble anyway) many of these
events go unnoticed by those of us who aren’t for example, top notch political
activists. When, I ask you was the last time you celebrated St. George’s day?
Poor St. George, lost and forgotten. St Patrick however, with his love of
Guinness and general drunken chaos has never been forgotten, nor will he ever I
pray. Not that I’m actually aware who bonny St Patrick was (I feel ashamed at
this fact) but I will quite happily raise a glass or 10 to him every St Paddy’s
that comes around.
Back to International women’s day. A quick stop on the Wikipedia page has
informed me that 2012 women’s day is all about empowering women as well as
celebrating inspirational women in the world. With mother’s day just around the
corner, it seems quite fitting. Surely the most inspirational women in most of
our lives are the ones around us (hey mum), not to mention those celeb ladies
that we all just want to be like- I’m thinking Blake Lively/ Sarah Jessica
Parker/ Zooey Deschanel. There are some women however, who just don’t
make the cut. I’m talking about the people you’d rather die than be like, the
snog/marry/avoid type. Nice girls, but horrific at the same time.
Even though these women don’t seem to make the cut, you still have to admit
that if you ran into them in the street, you would still feel a little bit of
awe. I went to the cinema tonight to take advantage of an orange Wednesday,
with my friend Leanne, and who did we bump into? Not one, but 3 cast members of
Hollyoaks. It sounds sad, but when you’re a student who does anything to
avoid doing any form of uni work, Hollyoaks is an easy time-filler that becomes
strangely addictive. I couldn’t tell you the name of the girl who we call “the
annoying Irish one” purely because she has a northern Irish accent and she
plays a really whiney character. We were still excited to see her out and about
however. When it all comes down to it then, people who we may not even know
inspire us in everyday life. Rachael Mcadams played the part of an extremely
inspirational woman (the vow is based on a true story which makes it even
sadder), and even though the woman whose life story was used for the script is
largely unknown to everyone, the fact that she overcame such a massive trauma
in her life shows how determined and inspirational women can be (and men of
course, but its international women’s day so let’s focus here).
I’ll leave you with this to be inspired (or disturbed)
by-skip to about 1 minute in:
The lovely Sherika. Maybe she likes to
celebrate international women’s day by going out naked? Who knows? Oh dearie
me…
Monday, 5 March 2012
Another Saturday night as a poor
student and I find myself once again drawn to “Take me Out” on ITV. I must
admit, it’s one of those shows that completely fascinates me. On the dating
programme spectrum it seems quite mild (one particular memory I have of
teen-hood is visiting a friends house, and watching a programme which resulted
in people marrying mystery candidates- hilarious yet worrying I must admit).
Back to Britain however; and everything seems to be just a little bit milder-
even down to the adverts and the famous ‘watershed’. Why watch ‘Take me out’
then? What satisfaction do I gain from watching a load of over-dressed and over
coifed women blurt out hideously embarrassing remarks (think Cilla Black and
Blind Date revamped) only to be turned off (light-wise that is, calm down now)
by a man who is most probably completely “average”. I think it all comes down to the mystery of it
all. All of the candidates go to the ‘Isle of Fernando’ for their dates, which
at times appear to be a little scripted. I can’t help but wonder if it has all
been thought out weeks before to give the audience at home the greatest gossip
and entertainment. There must be something in this theory- how else would the
men sent down the famous lift rehearse their parts? Do the women who take part
get paid? Do they get a bonus for going on a date for a complete and utter
weirdo? I need answers Paddy McGuiness! Let the Presenter tell the audience!
I’m not sure about the rest of Britain, but even though I’m a massive TOWIE
fan, I’m sick of the staged fakery of it all.
A friend
made an interesting remark to me which has further disappointed me and waned my
love of Paddy. Why is there not a ‘Take me Out’ for women? That question is not
as stupid as it sounds, I’m fully aware that women take part in the original
show; what I mean is why aren’t there 20+ coifed males waiting eagerly to be
picked by an average lady? I’ll answer it for you- it would never happen. Men
are simply too proud, impatient, and all of that testosterone would be
disastrous in a small space.
COME ON GRACIE! |
After all
this negativity I must admit I do have a little soft spot for the show and I
can’t help but always fight for the underdog contestant. Which brings me to Gracie.
Not your conventional ‘beauty’ per say- for one she wears her glasses with
pride (I wear specs myself, but come on Gracie, embrace the contact lense so we
can see your face love!) and has mentioned a penchant for gravy and veg in ‘a
soup’ (?)- on your own there Gracie. She is one contestant that I hope gets a
date soon, always smiling and positive, she greets every man with a “hi there!”.
Let’s not make Gracie another Lucy, who was infamous for leaving her light on
for every single man who came on the show throughout her stint and was left
single for 12 weeks running. So, whatever your opinion on McGuiness and his
girls, let’s all hope that Gracie gets picked soon. Or Stephanie for that
matter, but only because she is ridiculously annoying..
Coasting along nicely..
Sitting in a stuffy small room dotted with a small selection
of students on a crisp afternoon is when I first understood the hierarchy of
life. Up until this point, here being the grand old age of 19, I had so far
been parented through the “stages” if you will of the life of an average
person. We all know the drill- your mum telling you to work hard (in some cases
bribing you to work hard- nice tenner easily made on an A on a class test-
cheers mum), your teachers, your employers, heck even by those keen kids, you
know the type, quiet and reserved, usually in a corner wearing black. Even with
all of these events I still didn’t get it. Maybe I should have worked harder,
and then I would have been intelligent enough to know what everyone else already
understood. I knew I had to get into secondary school (verbal reasoning.. who
knew?!), attain the standard GCSEs, A-Levels, and Uni. Of course, I’d then hop
right out of the finest University and bag myself a glamorous and well paid job
with little effort. Naturally I’d then casually bump into Mr Charming in the
lift in work, who would take one look at me, whisk me away on romantic trips
and marry me. Such is the fairy tale of life.
I don’t
think however, that this is for me. I came to this realisation as I was saying,
whilst sat in the dullest seminar, listening for once, to what my lecturer had
to say. I’d like to point out at this point, that the lecturer in question
looks almost 80% like Hugh Grant, but on a bad day, with glasses, but this was
not however, why I was listening so intently. No. I was listening because he
mentioned the word “coasters”. Now I know you’re sat there thinking, why on
earth was she so intent on learning about a foam placemat; alas, I’m talking
about the other type of coaster. The one that everyone knows in life. The guy
in the office who rushes deadlines, scrapes it by the skin of his teeth, and
just, miraculously succeeds. In this instance, the “coaster” was the university
type. The students who don’t take their degrees seriously- guilty- the ones who
are just there for the fun of the freedom (and debt)- again, very much guilty.
Coincidentally, the ones who could probably make it, but for reasons unknown,
just didn’t. The average-joes if you will.
Coast: Noun: The part
of the land near the sea; the edge of the land.
Verb:(of a person or
vehicle) Move easily without using power.
And so you see, my problem. Surely, as lecturer Grant so
expressively put, if a coaster can successfully graduate from a red-brick
university, they can succeed in life. They can, extremely lazily and probably
very slowly fulfil the goals that they hoped to achieve, or at least some of
them. I admit, that coasting through life is not going to make anyone the best
human in the world, but it, apparently, works. So, welcome to the life of the
coaster.
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