Messy Hair

So wot does messy hair say about you?? (by messy i mean backcombed into a birds nest to achieved that 'I've-just-been-dragged-through-a-bush-backwards' look but hey don't I look cool - ah, well here's the thing you don't).
I'll tell you wot it say to me it says: I'm a public school girl, I do art & drama & therefore when I talk I like to express myself with my hands, my daddy wears tweed & takes the dog hunting & shooting at weekends, I wear men's shirts & yet IM A GIRL, I have that Ralph Lauren polo shirt/jumper combo in every colour, I try so hard to look like I've just stepped out of a Jack Wills catalogue, my speech is interspersed with 'Yar' or is it 'Yah' (are you a pirate??) I like to pretend I can play tennis but really I'm seriously malco-ordinated so I play lacrosse instead & wear my hoody to prove it on the beach, I spend my summers in Newquay with my friends who all look like clones & play Jack Penate from my old skwl ghetto blaster on the beach, I have stupid amounts of money - more than I no wot to do with, putting a nice little dent in daddy's credit card is my hobby.
The other day I was sat across from one such person I believe the new term is Sloanie (is it wrong that I feel an immediate dislike upon sight?? - quite possibly) & was marvelling that any1 cud pull off such hair. I assumed it was just one of those I've just got out of bed & happen to look like this kind of things - how wrong I was! My kindly sympathetic friend explained the meticulous painstaking process that goes into creating such a hair-vision. Apparently girl in question has naturally afro hair. So, in order to create messy hair first she must blow dry it, straighten it, before backcombing, scrunching, spraying & then securing mop with oversized clip.
We can only marvel in awe. . . (Sorry for the rant!)


Thought of the day: "Faith is believing when there is nothing else you can do"

Girl Crush

In a follow up to my previous post I was surprised to see that the topic was explored in the Sunday Times Style magazine. In reference to pictures of Maggie Gyllenhaal in Agent Provocateur underwear the journalist writes, "These pictures acknowledge the fact that girls fancy girls. Oh, ladies - but we do don't we? We don't talk about it much - even to our closest friends. But most of us, and I speak here of girls who generally like boys more, have, at some point, harboured a crush on another woman." She goes on to point out that, "Girl-fancying has zero to do with hot lezzer lust you see splashed on the cover of nuts. That's just crude male titillation (what a great word - note to self: use this more in general conversation whatever it may mean!)
Apparently, "The girls we'd go gay for aren't the idealised versions of womanhood that men get off on - they are super-improved versions of ourselves. . .Angelina Jolie (my old school friend listen up!) is a top girl crush because she's powerful, in charge of herself and a wildcat!!"
The journalist finishes with the critical crunch question, "Would we go there? . . . if (your crush) turned up on your doorstep promising to take you places you'd never been before - yes or no?" Places I've never been before?! - it sounds exhilerating! I think my answer would be a resounding yes please!

Thought of the day: "Better to aim for the top and miss than aim for mediocracy and hit"

Crossing over

Have you ever played the game would you rather. . . No? Well i'll give you an example. Someone asks the group would you rather. . .lose a foot or lose a hand or maybe would you rather. . . drown or be burned? The subsequent conversation is guarenteed to fill the most awkward silences & spark heated debate & discussion. So the other day my friend poses me the question would you rather become a lesbian or remain straight but not be with another man for the rest of your life? Without hesitation I reply that I would turn lesbian - after all no one wants to be lonely for the rest of their lives & after attending an all girls school until I was 16 the idea is not so horrific to me! However my friend appears genuinely shocked.

Another popular game from the girls school days was if you had to go with another woman who would it be? After much uncomfortable squirming most people came up with an answer - adding, to hide the embarassment, only if they really had to of course. One of my friends used to boldly state that if Angelina Jolie came along she just would, hands down, no questions asked. This used to make me think & I've come to the conclusion that Pink would be my choice, hands down, no questions asked. Maybe its the boyish hair or the rock chick attitude that does it for me :S - I think I just would!

Thought of the day: "Do today what others won't and live tomorrow like others can't."

Friends forever?

At what point do you realise that you can no longer call someone a friend? Is it when it dawns on you that you no longer have much in common? Or when you realise that you have drifted so far apart that you have turned into two completely different people, with different ideas on how to have a good time. Is it time to call it a day when she downs her body weight in Sambuca, jumps on the nearest thing with a penis & then trys to get involved in a fight. Perhaps its when she expects you to be the one to drag her semi-conscious, intoxicated body into a taxi after a night of irresponsible drinking on her part & that you do it, but only begrudgingly. Or maybe its when it strikes you that she is only going to turn into her mother who encourages you to go out when you are underage and then asks her daughter if shes had a good night as she is throwing up the entire contents of her stomach in the bathroom sink. Is it when you can justify borrowing money from her purse for your train fare home in the morning before she wakes up knowing full well that she is not going to have memory of how much she spent the previous night.
Hmm. . .I think I've made my choice anyway.

Thought of the day: "In matters of no consequence swim with the current but in matters of principal stand like a rock."

Resurgance of the WI?

I was amazed today to discover that young women of my generation still hold no ambitions other than to be a housewife & regard this as the perfect lifesyle. Is it excusable, given the huge numbers of oppurtunities & career paths in front of the modern woman, only to aspire to be a stay-at-home mum or a trophy wife? The discussion in question turned to how they would spend their leisure time: days spent at the spa, joining the WI, baking victoria sponges, pruning the rockery, making jam, taking yoga classes & growing prize organic cucumbers which they would enter into the local fete! Oh, & don't forget the charity work (just so they feel like they have achieved something with their lives. Good deed of the day & all that!) - how very noble. I, for one, feel that women through the centuries haven't fought for equality (they even have equal pay at Wimbledon now for God's sake) for our generation to live off our husbands income. The stereotypes of a woman's role being cooking and cleaning have long been broken down. Isn't it far better to be an independant, driven woman who isn't reliant on a man to put a roof over her head? Seeing as the Spice Girls have just announced a reunion tour I feel it is necessary to add a 'Girl Power!'

Thought of the day: 'It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.'

If only I was hard core. . .

If only I was hard core, then I could go to the concerts of bands I've never heard of & nod in time with everyone else. I could throw myself into a mosh pit & think it was amazin when I got punched in the face and trampled on the floor. I could get sweaty, become drenched in beer & still have a great nite. I could get away with caking on layers of eyeliner and always wearing black (which is just not my colour!). I would fancy boys with silly fringes, lip piercings & emotional problems. If only I was like my sister who goes to "the wedge" on a Thursday and gets drunk just for the lols & dances with guys called Lily.
But alas, I'm forever condemned to be a girly girl. Perhaps tomorrow I will attempt to be a bad ass chick GRR!

Anything for a bit of drama in my life?

I just found out that a girl I used to know well has upped & left this country to start a new life in Australia. After some really bad stuff happened to her - her Dad tried to commit suicide after her Mum said that she was going to leave him and as a result my friend suffered from depression & insomnia (it was all very nasty stuff) - she decided to cut all ties, dropped out of college & now has dreadlocks & is living in a mud hut just outside of Sydney - no word of a lie! Now thats what I call an amzing life-changing decision to have that courage just to start all over again.

I used to wonder why nothing radical ever happened in my life. Sure I'm happy, but nothing dramatic ever happens to me. . .until the other night that is. I had just watched a show in the city centre with a friend & we were looking for sumwhere to eat at about 10:30. Suddenly we are approached by a couple the man crosses over the road, but the woman carries on towards us. My friend whispers that she hopes she isn't headed in our direction. Suddenly she shouts to me 'You accused my brother of raping you, you slut.' Now I don't no if this was a case of drunken mistaken identity or if she was simply looking for a fight, but I'd never seen this woman before in my life. Before I even had time to utter my protests she had grabbed me by the hair and flung me against the wall. Luckily the friend I was with is an athlete & a but of a gym bunny. She managed to pull the woman off me at which point the woman then turned on her. I kept shouting at her to just walk away as i tried to get her away from my firned. My friend managed to hit her round the head with her car keys at which point we hurried away very shaken by what had just happened.

I was shocked because when I'm out I'm always particularly wary of groups of men - I'd never have expected a woman to act in that way. More shocking was the fact that the man she was with sat on the other side of the road just watching her attack us. He made no attempt to intervene or try & restrain her. I think you could definitely say I've learnt my lesson - Big world + little me = as much drama as I can handle!