Friday, December 30, 2011
I'll be blunt: not many things keep me up until 3am, stifling giggles under my duvet. David is one of those things. Black Books and Flight of The Conchords are two others, and now How To Be A Woman, a memoir slash rant slash advice book by Caitlin Moran, who writes for The Times is a third. It was recommended to me by both my mum and Kate, so I was pretty stoked when I find it amongst my presents on Christmas Day.
I never considered myself a "feminist" per se, merely someone who considered equality to be a good thing and with a passionate, slightly weird love for the poetry of Adrienne Rich. However, a few chapters into this book, Moran invites me to stand up on a chair and shout "I AM A FEMINIST!" over and over. Much of the book is concerned with feminism, what it is, how it's doing and, well, how to get by "patriarchal bullshit"!
First things first: this book is completely and utterly mental. It's not for the faint hearted. The first chapter deals with early teenage madness: periods, masturbation (lots of masturbation, good lord), feeling fat and, er, having stones thrown at you. The book's chapters have a pattern: anecdote from Moran's life followed by rants and a few little life lessons on, well, how to be a woman. It goes from Caitlin at 13, flying through bras, boys , jobs and lapdancing. We learn about her long haired, horrible boyfriends, her failed attempts at clothes, how she feels about role models (Jordan...well, let's just say that I wouldn't recommend she read chapter 14.) as well as covering serious stuff like love, childrearing and abortion.
The book took my breath away in parts - I found myself giggling nervously over the undeniable TRUTH of some parts, feeling slightly ill at the thoughts of other parts and, more often than not, nodding in agreement, akin to scrolling through a "shit girls do" Twitter account.Granted, from "I get married!" on, I found myself nodding with agreement less - particularly with the abortion chapter, which is really not for the faint-hearted. I, for one, had to scan read it very very quickly for fear of throwing up or bursting into tears.
This emotional roller coaster of writing just proves that it's fantastically written. It's hilarious, thought-provoking and even the motherhood bits are made interesting. I'm definitely going to be recommending this far and wide, particularly to guys - just to see how they react!
- It's very hard to maintain a secret relationship with an asexual.
- More cheese is always a good idea, but so is the gym.
- Long, drizzly walks in Connemara CAN be fun.
- Sometimes, one has to accept the weight.
- Space Mountain is less fun the second time.
- Alcohol is, in fact, my friend.
- Documentaries about bikes are a whole different genre of documentary,
- Black leather boots work with ANYTHING.
- Stuff is always more fun when you have a Blue Box.
- I could trust Brenda and Zoe a hell of a lot further than I could throw them.
- I might never be Beyoncé, but it sure as hell won't stop me trying!
- How to make truffles.
- When you're sad, Doctor Who can always cheer you up.
- I'm actually pretty great.
- I have no idea what to do with my life.
- Sometimes, dance music is great, particularly when Calvin Harris is involved.
- Never trust a suit wearing Englishman. He will steal your beret.
See, I'll admit it...the best part of January 2011 was the return of a certain ginger-haired, Limerick based blogger who I happened to be quite fond of. Not to open old wounds, but the short story is that we don't talk anymore, so even though that was the most important part of that month for me, no doubt...I just can't bring myself to do it. So what else happened in January? Well, very little, it appears. I saw Black Swan not once, but twice, and enjoyed it both times. I travelled up north, and took a great photo of my dad grumpily reading "Hello!" magazine. I also seemed to do an awful lot of school work - what sort of fifth year was I?
Again, rough stuff was happening at this point - rough stuff that'd eventually take over and keep me miserable, until, well, August. Cheerful, huh? Now you know why I didn't enjoy this year...I did get my very first iPhone in February, as well as doing a lot of cooking and having a small party in my house. I also saw The Field, by John B. Keane, marking my year-long habit of going to the theatre. To balance this out, however, I made My Chemical Romance my single concert of 2011, and my god, if that doesn't make photo of February, I don't know what does.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
My handwriting is somewhat multi-personalities. I have very, very, very small and tidy handwriting for Home Ec., very messy writing for History and everything in between for everything else. Mostly it's a mix of print and cursive and it depends on not only the pen, but how I'm feeling today. My handwriting doesn't reflect me at all - I'm damn consistent, but alas, my writing is not.
1. Forename and name of blog
2. URL of blog
3. Write 'The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog'. (It has all 26 alphabet letters. Oooh!)
4. Favourite quotation
5. Favourite song(s)
6. Favourite Artist(s)
7. Anything else you want to say?
Monday, December 26, 2011
That said, it wasn't exactly the worst day of the year. I'm typing this post on my glorious new iPhone 4, which does...well, everything bar talk back. I love it. It's fast and shiny and doesn't buzz when I call someone. iPhones are great.
Obviously, I just got a few small thing s after the phone, which proved to be kind of bizarre. I got a cow...(I think it's a small tablecloth, but I'm not sure. ) thing, a set of kitchen-y things (oven gloves etc. - I do love baking!) and te awesome-looking How To Be A Woman, by Caitlin Moran. It's a feminist memoir written by a comedian and it looks brilliant, I can't wait to get stuck Into it :)
Outside the family, I got wonderful presents from Zoe and David - I got this mug from the former and a super cool Dalek poster from the latter. They know me too well! I also got a USSR war medal from Dave, which is super cool to a history nerd like me :)
I spent yesterday with my parents, siblings, grandparents and uncle's family - which meant a lot of running About after my three year old cousin. My day culminated in Facebook and rum, quite naturally - my family are all too sick to spend time with, as I'm trying very hard to stay healthy. Festive cheer, wha'?
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
And there's the half-talk code of mysteries
And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Half-past eight and there is not a spot
Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown
That might turn out a man or woman, not
A footfall tapping secrecies of stone.
I have what every poet hates in spite
Of all the solemn talk of contemplation.
Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Or maybe, just maybe, it's the handiness of it all. I can keep all my pictures on my phone and edit the crap out them with Instagram. I can check my e-mail and my Twitter. I can stay on Facebook chat long after my parents have taken the laptop, though I'm not always sure this is a good thing. It's...simple. What else can be plugged into my computer and download all my music like that, even if it will only play it 8/10 times?
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
- Who took this?! (I also think this about sex photos, seriously, what the what.)
- He/she is going to ruin their clothes.
- ARE THEY ALRIGHT?!
- Someone's going to have to clean that up.
Friday, November 18, 2011