There seems to be a lot of religious hatred flying about at the moment...
People hate Muslims because people did horrible things under their name, people hate Jews because they killed Jesus, People hate Christians because Christians hate everyone, people hate Scientologists because.... Tom Cruise. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES.
But i'd just like to devote a little time to a religion which i think is really neglected in the hatred side of things. FUCKING BUDDHISTS.
Them, with their shaved heads and brightly coloured robes... all... meditating and stuff. Being all... selfless. Bastards.
But really, its a very misunderstood religion. Which of course, having done higher RMPS, i understand in great detail. I think the group of christians who teach RMPS at one point got together and realised they should really teach us about something other than just how sexy Jesus is. And Buddhism seemed the least challenging religion. But just a little pointer, for those who think Buddhism is all 'love thy neighbor'.....
They don't believe in love.
Or souls. And Karma doesn't work how 'My Name is Earl' says it does. And generally, its just as sexist as every other religion.
And look at this fatty?! Does he look like he's striving towards enlightenment?
But, as with any other religion, it means something different to every person. Its very naive to make general statements like 'i hate christians'. There are some lovely christians out there who don't mind women in power, gays, or sex before marriage. They're just quieter than the ones who do mind.
And i don't really hate Buddhism. The Buddha was a cool guy. And he said something which i really think should be in the terms and conditions of every religion
Don't blindly believe what I say. Don't believe me because others convince you of my words. Don't believe anything you see, read, or hear from others, whether of authority, religious teachers or texts. Don't rely on logic alone, nor speculation. Don't infer or be deceived by appearances. Do not give up your authority and follow blindly the will of others. This way will lead to only delusion. Find out for yourself what is truth, what is real. Discover that there are virtuous things and there are non-virtuous things. Once you have discovered for yourself give up the bad and embrace the good.
Yeaaaah... thats my spiritualism done for this month.
I am feeling frustrated. I have my History of Art exam on friday and i have never hated a subject more passionately. Excpet maybe RMPS, but thats not a real subject.
When i was little, i used to like boxes.
As you can see, when not in a box i was not amused. And looked kind of like a frog. There is something very comforting about being in a box, for me anyway. Maybe its a sign i was destined to be homeless. Its nice to shut out the world and be surrounded by cardboardyness smell. My sister and i had a big box that was made into a car by our poor studenty parents. I think that was one of the high points of my life.
See?! Look how much happier everyone is. Especially Posy. But she's always been a bit odd... ANYWAY. Time to study. If anyone wants me, i'll be in my carboard box.
I love lipstick. I love drinking coffee. BUT THE TWO SHOULD NEVER MEET. When i'm at work and i have to pick up someone's cup with lipstick marks (especially in a nasty colour) it makes me feel sick
Thats all for now, i should be studying. With some coffee.
Glad that's out of the way. But still. I don't like to talk about feminism. I don't think anyone does, but it seems a particularly taboo subject for women. Which is odd.
Because nowadays Feminism seems to be a synonym for butch, man hating lesbian. So all those bra burning, equality seeking women of the 80s rather than freeing women of the future have actually set us back to being living barbie dolls for fear or being called the dreaded F word. Thanks, bitches.
Now I'd like to bring up one of my favourite parts of being a girl. I have an excuse to like Sex and the City. DON'T STOP READING JUST BECAUSE I SAID THAT! Like it or not its an example of the kind of feminist women allow themselves to be. And i think its the kind of feminist i would maybe possibly admit to being. Maybe. The central characters may be based on very generalised stereotypes of women, but it is a show which portrays women as independent, sexually adventurous and... bitchy. Its a realistic way to look at feminism. Yes, women should be treated as equal to men, but we are different. And most women quite like men and want one in their lives. Even if Samantha does have a lesbian relationship. I like shoes, shopping and bitching and gossiping. I can't help it. So i don't mind women being shown doing that. Its not misogynistic, its realistic. Stereotypes are often stereotypes for a reason. I'm not going to pretend i hate fashion and only want to talk politics to prove myself equal. I am me.
And i think that is where feminism goes wrong. It deals with 'women' as a group who all want the same thing. We don't, by the way. Unless we shop in Urban Outfitters.
I have my first ever Uni exam in about 10 hours, so i thought now would be a good time to write a post about living up to expectations. In particular, sibling rivalry.
I have for the majority of my life been the younger sibling. Then when i was 15 i became a middle child. I would like to think that i have always been attention demanding and resented my elder sister, but at least i have an excuse now. Hannah has always been intelligent, independent and since her early teens... annoyingly pretty. This is best summed up in a vague memory i have of visiting a great aunt of some sort. She reported back to my grandparents that Hannah was 'lovely, such a pretty girl, she'll be very beautiful'. Me... i got 'cute kid'. Charming old lady she was.
I don't particularly resent Hannah for being nice looking. I don't think i'm that hideous, and i'm pretty sure i'm less slutty more intelligent and likable than her. By excelling in completely different areas we've managed to avoid any major conflict. Apart from that time i poured coffee over her... But then i read this:
Oldest kids tend to emerge strong confident leaders. For example, almost all of the U.S. Presidents were either the first-born child or the first-born son in their families.
Bastards.
However, I have recently acquired two baby brothers. Well, my dad and stepmum made them. They're pretty damn cool. Hamish and Ruaridh. You wouldn't think they're half Czech... As they are so much younger, and my half brothers, i'm not sure how the sibling psychology plays out with them. Hamish is already catching up in the intelligence stakes as he is bilingual. At 3 years old. I am part incredibly proud, part intensely jealous. But really, you haven't lived til you've had a 3 year old with a mixed Scottish/Eastern European accent explain when it is and isn't appropriate to get your 'willy' out.
Told you they were cool.
So if i fail these exams, i could blame it on the pressure of having to live up to my sister, or the need to gain back attention from my infinitely more interesting brothers... but ultimately it will be my own fault for starting a blog a few days before the exams.
Just a couple of thoughts on appearance, as i am a girl, and that is all we think about.
Does anyone else hate Urban Outfitters?
This is a picture of some of the girls who shop in Urban Outfitters. Oh wait... You see my point though? They go into the oh so vintage, very carefully dillapidated shop on Princes Street and buy the planned out outfit from a mannequin feeling nicely unique and special. I would recommend they all watch Fight Club
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of
the world.
I'm not saying that no one is important or special. We all are. So in a way no one is... nice and cheerful thoughts :') But really, these girls who buy books entitled 'Style me Vintage' then follow them to the letter in order to look cool and quirky... ARE YOU AS STUPID AS YOU LOOK? Probably not. That would be difficult.
I am vain, and shallow. And when i'm feeling self conscious i am very critical of other people. But i believe how you present yourself is the first way that anyone will gain an understanding of who you are. We all judge people by appearance, so your appearance should reflect who you are, not someone else who you are trying to emulate. And when i see these scared little girls trying desperatly to stand out, the camp bitchy voice in my head (yes, my inner voice sometimes takes the form of Gok Wan) goes into screeching overdrive. Who are they? Apart from people who spend an hour in the morning creating the perfect 'just got out of bed' look.
I also wonder what people think when they look at me.. I have been told i look like a china doll, a tramp, a slut, a lesbian, a teacup, and my sister on different occasions. I hope none of these are true. I don't own most of the clothes i wear, many are on long term loans from various generous friends. I occasionally realise that i am not even wearing my own underwear. So i suppose i am even less myself than they are, at least they buy their own clothes. But usually i feel comortable in how i look. I am infuriatingly short and could do with a haircut, but hey, at least i have fabulous tits ;)
Now i guess if you click on the link, you will get a nice little message saying that you cannot watch this video unless you are over 18, as it is just too damn dirty. Fair enough. I love a bit of censorship as much as the next person. And i'm sure some people don't want to watch Rihanna playing with a blow up doll and walking her gimp. I've never met any, but i'm sure they exist. The thing that annoys me in relation to this song is hearing it on the radio. I quite like the song, its nothing lyrically or musically brilliant but its fun and she's got quite a nice voice. But when i hear this on the radio, it goes like this:
I may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it BLANK in the air i don't care i love the smell of it. Sticks and stones my break my bones but BLANK and BLANK excite me.
It even misses out the S&M bit, and the song is renamed 'come on'.
BUT the songs 'Sexbomb' by Tom Jones and 'Lets Talk About Sex' by Salt-N-Pepa are played in their entirety on the radio. So i'm a little confused... Are we allowed to talk about sex or not? Perhaps in context S&M is a little more explicit, but if Rihanna does get off on whips and chains, should we really judge her? To be honest i would rather hear about sadomasochism than any more whiny bullshit pop about BABY BABY BABY thought you always would be mine cos we've been together for like, a whole month when we're 13.
I understand that kids listen to the radio and sing along, and that our society sexualises chidren far too young anyway. But i really don't think a song is going to make them want to go out and buy a ball gag. I remember doing ballet dancing (oh the shame) when i was probably younger than 10. And our teacher's song of choice was the aforementioned 'Sexbomb'. I LOVED it. And had absolutely no idea what it was about. And really didn't care much. Having just googled the lyrics, its essentially about how sex makes him feel good, and his girl is very good at it. So... basically the same idea as Rihanna's song. Just minus the gimps.
So I think what i'm trying to say is that sex, with or without kinkyness is natural. Mostly. And we should be able to talk about it and sing about it. Especially if we are Rihanna.
Monday, 9 May 2011
So i hear Obama Osama Bin Laden is dead?
YES, conspiracy theorists, dead. Much as i hate to believe what the government tells me, this seems to be fact. They shot him through the left eye. And i love that this fact came out pretty quickly, but everything else changes day by day. I do wonder though... (or ponder) how difficult is it to capture one unarmed guy in a turban without accidentally shooting him in a place that is pretty much guaranteed to kill him? Also, could i pull off a turban? I think most people would have prefered to have him captured and publicly humiliated.. just think of all the money that could be raised to rescue the American economy! $1 per minute of hooking him up to a torture device of your choice. There's a business opportunity there, I'm surprised Sir Allan Sugar didn't come up with it first. I'm not usually such a sadist, but terrorists and religious extremists of any sort really piss me off... Don't even get me started of Jehovah's Witnesses. But most importantly, i would like to thank America for getting the Royal wedding out of the news so quickly. If i had to see William's horsey, inbred face one more time i think i'd go as insane as the rest of the Royals. Thats what happens when you marry your cousins. SPEAKING OF COUSINS... but thats a story for another day. (Picture courtesy of Miss Posy Hardie, a talented artist with a sick sense of humour)
As many of my friends have started very entertaining, witty and generally insightful blogs, i've decided to start an inferior one to make them all feel good about themselves :) I have also, very wittily, decided to call it 'Ponderland'. An 'Alice in Wonderland' reference as i'm reading it and coincidentally am named Alice. I will ponder, and therefore... ponderland. See how whimsical it is already? I have very little to say that anyone will find interesting. I am too lazy to form a proper rant, too grumpy to write something meaningful, and generally not well enough educated on any subject to discuss it in any depth, though i will happily pretend to know what i'm talking about. I am also supposed to be studying for first year uni exams (having missed the majority of lectures) so will probably just complain about how stupid i was to do an arts degree. I know, a promising career in Mcdonalds awaits me... I like to read, write, drink coffee til i shake, spend time with my wonderful friends (yes, even Sam), potter around the countryside on my scooter (Jackson, after the Johnny Cash song, not Michael), and listen to music, but i am no good at making it. There are a lot of things i don't like, but they're not so important. Now i need to find the TV controls and change channels, as 28 Weeks Later has come on, and i have an overwhelming fear of the zombie apocolypse. IT COULD HAPPEN.
