Category: Popular Culture

Clown and Out

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Can we talk about clowns for a second? No, not Trump and his supporters but actual, honest to goodness circus clowns.

I mean, what the fucking fuck are the recent sightings all about? After learning about the first US sightings, I went about my day because, in truly human (and selfish) fashion, it wasn’t likely to effect me all the way over here in the UK. Also, the first clown sightings seemed to be chalked up to a publicity stunt (for the remake of Stephen King’s It), stupid yes but at least they had a point.

Then Mr King made it very clear he knew nothing of such a stunt, raised his own concerns over the clown-pocalypse and now here we are. Campuses are being visited by powdery faced freaks, people are going crazy and this hoax has turned violent. The hysteria has spread across the water and now we all have a little something extra to worry about on those cold walks home at night.

Like we aren’t already taking our lives in our hands every time night falls. Someone raised the point that women already have enough to contend with wherever they go, but especially at night, and they’re not fucking wrong. Now there are people out there (money on them all being men) dressing as most people’s worst nightmares just to cause distress. How twisted is that?

I’ve been lucky so far and not seen a single clown but if I do I have no idea how I’ll react. I think I’d be forgiven for punching that fucker straight in the throat though, don’t you? I hope in most cases it isn’t male clowns going out of their way to harass women in the streets, and for the most part is a broader campaign of mischief, but it’s still unacceptable.

Can’t we all just have a nice life without John Wayne Gacy and friends popping up in scare the living bejesus out of us? Nothing good ever came of a clown, I can assure you. (Maybe Freak Show‘s Twisty, I kind of felt for him).

@clownsightings on Twitter is hilarious though.

What are your thoughts on this sinister form of clowning around?

Repost: A Few Pop Culture Blogs Worth a Looksie by This, On Purpose

Now for something incredibly lazy to mirror the kind of Sunday I’m having.

A simple sharing of Kenzie’s post, outlining some of the blogs she’s been digging recently. I’m chuffed to be included with my bae, and stoked to have a whole new pool of like-minded blogs and writers to explore. This is what I’ve been doing in bed since 9am in a nutshell…

I’ll be back tomorrow with a review of a well worn classic to start the week right. More guest posts are also on the horizon, so I hope you’ve been enjoying those as much as I have.

Until then, my pretties… ❤

I’d a bit of inspiration generated by the Daily Post prompt “admire”. In all of my browsing of the pop culture blogs I read regularly, I thought, why not generate an entry to all of them so that others may enjoy them, too… So here they are, in no particular order… The Telethon Runner: She […]

via A Few Pop Culture Blogs Worth a Looksie — This, On Purpose

38 Going on 8

You might have been chilling beneath a rock over the last week and missed the latest craze sweeping the nation (and world wide) but chances are you’re bang up to date on what the cool kids are up to.

It’s a pretty bonkers trend tbh, one that my old brain can’t really compute. That doesn’t mean, however that I’m not all in. I am all in.

A conversation at work this week:

Male colleague: Christa, are you going to download Pokémon Go when it’s available?

Me: Probably not. *Scoffs* I mean, I am 38 and I was never into Pokémon, so…

Less than 24 hours later:

Me: OMG!! I caught five on the way to work!!! Obsessed!

All it takes is a cute graphic and an optical illusion to make it appear to be standing in front of you and I’m sold, apparently.

Now my Facebook feed is split again and this time it’s nowt to do with the European Union. It’s mainly grumpy old people not quite on-board the concept of full-grown adults going out of their way to catch monsters all day. They’re of my generation so I get it , I do but man, what the hell’s wrong with a bit of childlike wonderment in these dire times?

It’s pure and simple this poke-concept: get moving and go catch ’em all.

And last night I experienced first hand the greatest perks to downloading this app. First up, we got my step son out of his room and outdoors for over an hour. He would have stayed out longer but as I mentioned, we are old and it was after 9pm (e.g. the witching hour).

Getting him to do something like this is huge. I mean he’s an eleven year old boy with a laptop so grabbing his attention away from Minecraft is an achievement in itself. To get him to willingly go on a walk, especially after dinner, is a miracle.

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There were loads of people out and about, going about their business but the unusual thing is that they were talking to each other, and us, as they passed. There were students and kids and adults and a drunk dude and a man in a suit, all acknowledging one another for being a massive dork, just like them. It’s quite beautiful when you think about it.

When B. Bass ran screaming down the road after collecting three Pokéballs from a Poké Stop, everyone standing at the bus stop smiled, most of them knowingly. We might be outdoors immersed in a virtual world but I can’t really see anything wrong with that, not while we need all the positive we can get.

Just as long as we remember to stay alert at all times, am I right?

Are you a Poké-fan? What are your thoughts on this? ❤

Finally Validated

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Stop making that face, Liz, or you’ll lose your man

Imagine if all women were talked about the way Jennifer Aniston was on her wedding day:

“Today – on the day nobody thought would ever arrive – someone has finally put Christa out of her misery. After what seems like a lifetime of disappointment, our unlucky-in-love redhead shows *insert name of most significant ex here* just what he’s missing.

Dressed in ivory (lol), our poster girl for the broken-hearted looked a million miles away from the broken husk she was over a decade ago when she was unceremoniously dumped for a much sexier model (who also cares about like, the world, yo).

Who believed after all this time, after all her failures as a woman to hold onto her man/subsequent men, she would end up here? Finally whole as a human being.

We wish Christa every happiness in the future and hope, since this is her second rodeo, she has learnt from previous mistakes and won’t  fuck this up let this one get away. After all, it has taken her literally years to get this guy to commit, pouring all her energies into tying him down and not doing anything else of note. She wants to hope she gets pregnant asap, that’s even harder to go back on than a marriage contract, right?

Congratulations, Christa! You’re finally here. Somebody currently loves you and that makes you real! Enjoy every minute (we’re pretty sure you’ve got five years in you, max) – and for God’s sake don’t get (any) fat(ter) or start looking your age…”

Or something.

Fuck you gossip rags, shitty entertainment hacks and The Daily Mail.

Beards & Germs

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“Oh, you’re growing a beard? Cute.”

The hipster has done many things. He* has killed off many well-loved things over the short time he’s been King and as I type this I can’t think of a single relevant example. Tea? Knitting? Scooters, maybe?

You know you’ve seen an adult (hipster) on a scooter at some point and you’ve probably had to fight the urge to gently nudge him off as he passes. It’s a child’s toy, the scooter: walk or cycle like a grown up and get off my pavement, man!

This way of thinking actually goes against my personal philosophy and I don’t really mean it. If you want to firmly grasp the things that make you feel young and free, what business is it of mine? You do you, I’ll be me. I’m trying to seamlessly segue into an actual point here, bear with.

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God bless you, hipster

The one thing the hipster has been credited with destroying is The Beard. Over the last few years we’ve witnessed a massive increase in beard wearing amongst the male population. Now you can’t move for jostling against a lumberjack or the captain of a naval ship. Thank God.

But the hipster has somewhat over egged the pudding (Brighton, you may be the hub) and now every other man and his canine companion is rocking a similar look and people don’t like that, it seems (I’m cool with it personally). I think the general feel is that being a beard wearer is not just for Christmas, and that only wearing it while it’s cool is disingenuous. Isn’t that the fatal flaw in the hipster make-up? That they’re massive big fakers with no real passion for anything; jumping from bandwagon to bandwagon?

To counteract the hipness of the hirsute male, a recent article did the rounds revealing just how much bacteria actually hides inside those bad boys (the beards, not the hipsters). I didn’t read it, because DUH. Hair is designed to collect the nasties, isn’t it?

Armpit hair, pubes, eye lashes; it’s their main function. Is it so surprising that men with big beards may also be collecting crumbs of food, spittle and germs? I share a bathroom with a bearded honey and he does this old-fashioned thing called washing: his face, his beard, his bits. It’s not hard, honestly, I’ve seen him do it.

So, no, this news is not shocking and it doesn’t put me off my one true love, and it doesn’t remotely turn me off the idea of men with big beautiful beards. I love them in all shapes and sizes and colours and styles; and it will take way more than a bit of grubbiness to convince me otherwise.

*GROUP HUG*

(EVEN YOU HIPSTERS)

*Or she, obvs, this ain’t an exclusively male thing. Beard wearing, maybe, but not hipsterism in general.

My Week in Pictures – February 19 to 26

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Last time I posted my Week in Pictures, I waxed lyrical about going through a period of hibernation. Not much has changed.

It’s not something that worries me. I feel as though I have arrived at a great stage in my life where I don’t have to bend to pressure from other people and if I want to be the homebody I really am, I can go underground, without regret. That said, if I want to go out and dance in trainers until 3am, that is also my prerogative.

Right now, both G and I are on the arse end of a nasty bout of sickness. I’ve been sicker (!) but have miraculously managed to get myself to work, and out on several occasions, despite the above, while my one true love has been signed off work for a week. It’s not that he hasn’t been knocked for six by a chest infection, it’s just that I am far more heroic.

I realise on looking back that I was also talking about being sick in my last pictures post. I’ve been regularly and, it feels, constantly sick in one way or another since Christmas. I will be investing in a flu jab forthwith and taking more vitamins, because this cannot go on!

Pictures, left to right, top to bottom:

  1. I managed to get my aching butt to the pictures to see 50 Shades, as you already know. My reaction was mixed and my review is here, in case you missed it
  2. A good way to measure how I’m feeling about myself is by how many #selfies I take. This one was a turning point after a long flu-like sickness. Hello world!
  3. I got a bit excited when I noticed this Aroe piece right opposite where we live. It’s tucked down a little side alley and I only noticed it when I popped out to buy a pint of milk. I get excited about graffiti and lost my cool a few months back when I spotted this artist live in the act of creating a new piece #totalfangirl
  4. Having fun with rainbows. Spotted this in the car park at work, Instagrammed it. Obvs
  5. Two new babies from Models Own’s Chrome collection. Chrome Rose and Chrome Olive. They are delightful and the perfect little treats to cheer up a dreary day (although this day looks pretty spectac in this image)
  6. Leopard print lifts any outfit and these make me feel like I can do anything!
  7. My husband never puts his foot down about anything I do to modify myself but doesn’t think a septum piercing would suit me. To prove him wrong, I bought a fake one. Sadly, the man in right – it’s not a great look for me…
  8. A bonus of working in our shitty building is the epic view of the sun sets, this one was particularly awe-inspiring
  9. Lips!

Happy weekend loves, Hope you’ve had a good one!

50 Shades of Grey (Film) Review

fifty_shades_of_grey_ver3I’ve thought long and hard (giggle) about this review for some reason and I don’t really know why. I think it’s because reviews of crappy films often annoy me.

I mean, the rule doesn’t necessarily apply here in exactly the same way but with a film such as The Expendables, for instance, there is always so much huff and puff about how it’s light on plot/the dialogue is shit/acting not up to much and I think, well duh but it’s fun, isn’t it? Is this not why we are here? (In style of Maximus Decimus Crowe).

With this in mind, I’m not going to tear this film a new one just because it’s inspired by a very badly written trilogy of books, about a frankly iffy relationship. I had a lot of fun with my movie date and passed through a range of emotions during the viewing, including: embarrassment, mirth, bemusement, rage and indifference.

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I didn’t like the books but I read them anyway, so I had a point of reference when people talked about them. Wanting to be part of it is why I went to see the film, and because I wanted to see how it’s director, Sam Taylor-Johnson had adapted it, even with the input of E.L. James.

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“Ermahgerd you’re, like, so hot Mr Grey, ermahgerd!”

Let’s quickly do the negatives: This film is by no stretch the worst I’ve ever seen but it does have a TV Movie vibe about it. The acting is okay, borderline wooden at times. I think Dakota Johnson is quite likeable, despite being a bit of a caricature of ‘sexy’ with her breathy voice and big eyes. Jamie Dornan really doesn’t do it for me and I just don’t think there’s anything stand out about his performance, though they both do what they can with what they’ve got.

The dialogue is terrible, mainly because James is a truly horrible writer and it seems as though Taylor-Johnson lost the battle to refine it. At least we’re spared the whole ‘inner goddess’ schtick though, which is a massive Pro and should go on the positives list.

The sex scenes are a lot saucier than I expected, which probably sounds like a ridonkulous thing to say about a film about BDSM but I know what I mean. I was reassured by the fact that it was actually quite sexual, I thought it would be pseudo-sexy but somehow decidedly innocent. They actually do fuck, which is nice.

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