I felt the collective facepalming of feminists everywhere when yesterday, Miley Cyrus dropped a beaut of a clanger.
Miley Cyrus Interview with Elle UK.
The voice of a generation. Aged 22. I’ll just be over here, facepalming myself TO DEATH.
Treated more like a dirty word than an act of positive change, feminism has become a mainstay topic in today’s media reporting, more so than ever before, with much of Hollywood leading the way to open up a dialogue with the world.
Last year, Emma Watson gave a wonderfully empowering UN speech to kick off the HeForShe campaign – an act which made her a target of iCloud hackers threatening to release nude photos. The photos never surfaced because they didn’t exist, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to reduce her message by reducing her. They failed.
More recently a Tumblr account, called Shit People Say To Women Directors, (one of my daily haunts) hit the ground running with anonymously shared stories of some of the worst cases of industry sexism you’ll never believe happen until you’ve read them.
Feminism is constantly evolving, though it’s hard to tell if a difference is being made. The term ‘feminist’ is still a source of derision, used by keyboard trolls still in nappies to attack and beat women into submission by viewing them as nothing more than man-hating cat ladies.
Still, most people, regardless of where they fall on the feminist scale, can generally agree that a woman getting her Ra Ra’s out does not create a solid platform on which to be better heard.
Unless you’re Miley Cyrus, then that’s totally what you believe. Strain your ear and you can literally hear the wheels of female empowerment tracking backwards.
Emma Watson had something to say, and she said it in appropriate attire. People sat up and listened because she came at them with dignity, with her achievements grounded in respect and high regards. It made her harder to dismiss.
Nipple pasties have a time and place in the world, usually on a stage. Or on instagram, but that’s about it. To say it gives you the space to say something of importance is a sad delusion.
If I have one observation to make, it’s that this does highlight the one area where gender balance is relatively equal. I personally am not entranced by Channing Tatum’s chesticles, but I have friends who are, and when he’s shirtless their minds are focused less on what pertinent insights he has on curing third world hunger and more on how ovary-swooningly alert his nipples are.
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I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve picked up my camera this year. Isn’t that sad? I upgraded my camera body only last year so talk about not getting my money’s worth.
‘The Body’ (Canon 70D) and I have had a tumultuous affair. I love wide apertures. It doesn’t. It back/front/whatever focuses when shooting wide and the whole experience has been miserable, but that’s another post for another day.
On an unrelated note, I’ve been growing cherry tomatoes over the last few months and it’s all gone horribly wrong. There’s a reason I’ve been nicknamed The Plant Killer. It must be the way I look at them. Do plants have feelings? I hope not. I’ve cursed them so much over the last week that I’m literally wondering if words really can kill.
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Look, I’m no pedant. I get that language is constantly evolving. I get that some fads and trends are not for everyone. When people started saying ‘Hashtag’ out loud, I cringed. It grated on my non-teenage senses. Hashtags belong on Twitter, keep them there!
(I regret to confess I was once guilty of saying “Hashtag, over it”, to someone out loud, but then I washed my mouth out with vodka to atone for it.)
There is an actual crime against the written word going down in history right now, and it’s everywhere, spreading across the internet like pubescent 1D fans. At first, it was safely relegated to the confines of the Daily Mail online comments section, populated by people who can’t tell their left shoe from their right*, people consumed with the daily dilemma of whether or not to drink coffee/tea/wine because they’ve read how it simultaneously causes and cures cancer. Life is hard for these people. Really effing HARD.
(*Not all people. A tiny-but-mighty 0.1% of DM commenters are actually quite sane.)
Naturally, it spread. First to Facebook, then twitter. Soon, message boards and comment sections everywhere became infected and it was the final push towards total epidemic meltdown. Those who weren’t affected started crying a river – except the unaffected were now the minority so the river was more of a puddle. A sad, pathetic, desolate puddle that victims hope will some day turn in to a black hole to swallow up all known offenders.
If you’re reading this, chances are you sit alongside me as a non-offender. Be proud. We can gorge on cookies and ice cream all day long and defy the Weight Gain Gods because we are supreme beings. We paid attention to at least one thing in school and we never forgot it. We did not grow up thinking Text Speak was grammatically correct and English Language GCSEs BE DAMNED TO THE FIERY DUNGEONS OF HELL.
If, however, you’re one of the infected, let me blow your mind and cure you of your affliction.
You know how you keep typing ‘Could of‘? Well, you’re wrong. SO WRONG. I understand your confusion. You’re typing as you speak. I get it. But you’re still wrong. The kind of wrong that causes my brain to haemorrhage. The written word is not a game of Sounds Like, so please, stop it.
What you really mean to write/type is Could’ve. The ‘ve is short for have. COULD HAVE.
There, easy! Now be on your way and spread this newfound knowledge to your minions. And don’t procreate until you do.
I was nominated for the Liebester Award by Humaira, of Food Fashion Faith!
An intro: “The Liebster award is a way of recognising newer blogs and is a great way of discovering some new blogs out there.”
I’ve been out of the blogging world for so long that I really don’t know who to tag. Instead I’m going to do this award a little differently by open-ending the rules to invite any and all present/future readers to post their facts, and answers to the questions below.
And so we begin…
1. Last year I taught myself the basics of bookbinding. I used that knowledge to make miniature books; hardback books so tiny they’d fit in the palm of your hand. I have a pile of them on my desk just waiting to be filled with purpose rather than them just sitting pretty.
2. Remember those immunisation injections you were given at secondary school? I never got mine. I was on medication at the time and they were reluctant to give me my shot. The Crazy Needle Lady (also known as ‘Nurse’) had promised to recall me later in the week. She never did.
So if I contract polio or in the near future, someone’s getting their house TP’d.
3. I have a lip balm addiction.
4. Caffeine restores my humanity each and every morning.
5. I’ve been vegetarian for twenty years, vegan for one. Vegetarianism was easy. Veganism, however, is an eye-opener. Who knew they put milk powder in a packet of crisps? More importantly, WHY?
6. I purchased my first ever teapot set this year. I’ve finally become my mother.
8. I have a notepad obsession. I can’t get enough of them. God damn you, Pukka pads.
9. I’ve never met a potted plant I didn’t unintentionally kill.
10. My sister routinely sends me a birthday card each year with the envelope addressed to ‘The Hobbit’. My brother, on the other hand, has taken to giving me birthday cards with a ‘My Condolences’ message on the front.
That depends. Are we talking physically or emotionally? …(continue reading)
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“Life is full of strangers just waiting to become friends.”
(Jina @ onepartchaos.com)
A new Game of Thrones poster for season 5 has arrived and it’s everything you could have hoped for – that is, if you harbour a stalkerly interest in one spectacularly awesome Tyrion Lannister.
And I do.
Image Copyright © HBO
I’ve often said that if Peter Dinklage was no longer on the show, I’m not convinced I would keep watching. Heck, even George R.R. Martin is aware of this.
Season 4 featured a game changing moment in Tyrion’s life but the screen time awarded him was notably minuscule. The writers chose instead to focus on the fallout of his story arc and its effects on everyone else. Of course, in the few scattered scenes Dinklage did have, he stole the show every damn time.
For fellow Tyrionites, Season 5 looks promising as two separate paths appear set to cross. Don’t know what I’m talking about? See these location shoot photos for major SPOILERS. Or not, if you’ve the willpower to avoid them, you impressive beast.
Now, can April 12th please hurry up?
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