Ponderland
Sunday, 30 October 2011
For Halloween I'll be a slutty _______
Thought i'd open with someone who is much funnier than me.
Since Mean Girls pointed it out, the world has embraced what previously few people had realised. Halloween is an excuse to dress as slutty as possible, engage in slutty posing and probably act quite slutty, all in the name of good fun.
Basically, its brilliant.
If you are too lazy to watch the video, basically the wonderful Jenna Marbles is talking about how we should stop 'hating on' the Halloween sluts. I think i agree with her.
It does upset me how much girls hate other girls. Even if a girl is a big whore, its her life choice. Kind of like being a catholic. But with less clothes. And they don't get the Pope to cover up their mistakes.
When i see a girl in a Halloween costume that is just a job title with 'slutty' stuck on the front, part of me wants to emotionally crucify her. The comments, 'it was brave of you to go for a size smaller than you are' and 'i guess the diet isn't going too well' do spring into my head, its only natural. But after the initial disgust wears off though, a tiny bit of respect creeps in. It must take a lot to not care what people think, or at least to appear as though you don't care, especially when people hate how you look. It must be how Madonna feels. Veins.....
As Jenna Marbles says, as long as your boyfriend's penis isn't in her mouth, whats the problem?
We can't all look like Keira Knightly, so some of us choose to look like Katie Price instead. Its still not attractive, but the effort that is put in is really quite stunning. It takes so long trying to look past all the tan, eyelashes and hair, that by the time you get to real skin, you forget what you're even looking for. I think by the time most guys get to that point, they'll just be happy to find a vagine.
I did mean to say vagine, vagina is a really ugly word. And i can't pull off things like minge. I think kooka and noon are relatively acceptable. I love euphemisms.
But back to Halloween. I don't mind Halloween sluts much, as long as they're not predatory sluts. But it would be nice if more people could dress a little scary. I've never been particularly scared by a witch with her kooka hanging out.
Lets all just dress like this
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
When I grow up I want to be...
I am now in second year of a joint History of Art and English Literature degree. Which basically means i am going to be an over educated waitress for a large part of my life. This isn't a terrible thing... i enjoy making coffee, especially if i get to drink lots of it at the same time.
When I applied for this degree i thought i was planning ahead and being sensible. I like writing. I like art. I thought i could combine the two. Unfortunately, this was before i realised the truth about arts degrees.
They are useless.
Try typing 'Arts Degree' into google. Google will suggest 'jokes' as your next word.
It terrifies me that people know what they want to do with their lives. I have no other plans other than to not screw up too badly. I am much more inspired by people who fall into things and become wildly successful.
One of my role models at the moment is Mary Portas. I just watched her programme about the shop she is setting up, which sells (among other things) clothes for older women who don't want to dress like their daughters or like old women.
It also sells sex toys apparently.
I was kind of hoping she'd also think about doing a line for girls who don't want to dress like street walkers. Or like they threw themselves head first into Urban Outfitters, rolled around in teenage angst and hoped for the best.
I know its such an irritatingly girl thing to say, but i really like fashion. Apparently people are meant to get a rush of endorphins when they exercise. I don't. I get it when i look at beautiful clothes.
I'm so looking forward to unemployment.
When I applied for this degree i thought i was planning ahead and being sensible. I like writing. I like art. I thought i could combine the two. Unfortunately, this was before i realised the truth about arts degrees.
They are useless.
Try typing 'Arts Degree' into google. Google will suggest 'jokes' as your next word.
It terrifies me that people know what they want to do with their lives. I have no other plans other than to not screw up too badly. I am much more inspired by people who fall into things and become wildly successful.
One of my role models at the moment is Mary Portas. I just watched her programme about the shop she is setting up, which sells (among other things) clothes for older women who don't want to dress like their daughters or like old women.
It also sells sex toys apparently.
I was kind of hoping she'd also think about doing a line for girls who don't want to dress like street walkers. Or like they threw themselves head first into Urban Outfitters, rolled around in teenage angst and hoped for the best.
I know its such an irritatingly girl thing to say, but i really like fashion. Apparently people are meant to get a rush of endorphins when they exercise. I don't. I get it when i look at beautiful clothes.
MMMMMMMMMMM.
Things i can't afford.
I'm so looking forward to unemployment.
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