Wednesday, 30 September 2015

When Harry Met Sally, Not-Parody Accounts and New Music (Also-Donald Trump Doesn't Act)

Dress is from New Look, I believe.

It's been a few months since I did an OOTD post, so I thought I might as well do one. Because right now, I'm sitting here watching When Harry Met Sally with my parents and wondering why my father thinks Sally's blond boyfriend is Donald Trump. I have to tell him that as far as I know, Donald Trump does not appear in romantic comedies, because he's far too busy trying to turn the USA life into a dystopia.

Anyway, in the meantime, I managed to get some message on Twitter telling me that I'd be enlightened if I wasn't a feminist. Usually, I'd pay no attention to this but on this occasion, the guy in question had such a sage-like bio that I thought I'd better include it here, just so that everyone else can laugh as hard as I did. I have never wished so sincerely that something was a parody account.

I've just realised you can't make out the type but the title should be enough.

But in the meantime, I've been working on some cool stuff, some of which you guys should hopefully get to see soon! I've also been listening to a ton of music, which means that I've discovered some new music including Halsey, whose song "Colors" I've been listening to non-stop over the last few days. I've also discovered the singer Emily and the Woods, and I can honestly not understand why more people have not heard of her. The music video for "Steal His Heart" is weirdly, amazingly down-to-earth and whimsical at the same time.
In the meantime, I'm currently watching Sally scream "I am the dog?!" at Harry so here's two of the songs I've been listening to over and over the last few days.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Privilege, Fast Car and Angel-Headed Hipsters

So, I got another article published on Hellogiggles! It's about privilege and learning how to recognize it and the importance of knowing your voice shouldn't silence other people's:

Recently, I've been happier. I'm no longer in school, no longer having to drag myself out of bed at the crack of dawn as the nights draw in and the days get shorter. I'm earning money doing the thing I love-I'm writing and talking to people and learning about everything at once. It makes me happy, lying in the middle of my canopy bed, reading Maya Angelou and David Levithan and listening to my dad play "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman down the hall.

But when I'm happy, at the minute, there's sometimes a shadow that niggles at my mind, a feeling that this could change any moment-a shadow that remembers the way my mind can descend into a whirlpool of anxiety and depression, low moods that can drag me down even when the future seems bright and unburdened. It's then that I worry, that even with all the privilege I have in life, even when I achieve my dreams, will this illness still be waiting for me? Will it still be there? Sylvia Plath's lines spill in and out of my ears: How did I know that someday-at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere-the bell jar, with its' stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

There's change happening, in the country and all of our lives, and we're moving on and forwards. It can feel like I'm a part of many different worlds at once. I've been reading excerpts of Howl by Allan Ginsberg and the lines that are my favourite are like a tangled song for me:

Angel-headed hipsters, burning for that ancient heavenly connection
To the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.

Friday, 11 September 2015

Huffington Post: The Sequel Or Who Sashays The Best

OK, you guys, most times the sequel is inferior to the first movie....but this time, IT'S NOT!

This's even BETTER. There's more COMEDY...there's more DIALOGUE...and.....there's more TINA FEY FANGIRLING.

Which is basically my roundabout crazy-excited way of telling you that I GOT ANOTHER POST PUBLISHED ON HUFFINGTON POST! *squeals* *flails excitedly*

Oh, and that's not all...I GOT TO TALK ABOUT MEAN GIRLS. Mean Girls. And how POLITICS IS LIKE MEAN GIRLS. And whether Cameron, Clegg or Miliband would be best at sashaying. And whether John Bercow would have a baton.


Monday, 7 September 2015

Huffington Post and Some Opinions

So...I got an article published on Huffington Post!

It's about politics and education and general election furore and how teenagers shouldn't be discriminated against because they're teenagers. Hope you guys love it.

Longer blog post soon, but in the meantime, enjoy my little opinion right here:

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

"we could be like angels"

The baby lies on the couch next to me. He's beautiful, just two, peaceful for a few minutes as he sleeps. He's usually full of life, all over the place, but whenever I stroke his cheek, he goes quiet. He sleeps and I watch, listening to my dad singing the Beatles in the garden, my older cousins dancing around him. I'm scribbling a story and stroking the baby boy's cheek. Baby J wakes at one point, starburst hands, eyes staring around.

When I was younger, I always asked what it was like to love your child. My mum always told me that it was something you had to experience to understand. She said it was bigger than anything.

Baby J isn't mine but looking at him asleep next to me, I feel like I understand a little bit.

I kiss his little head and he dozes against me, peaceful and sweet. Baby blue eyes under blondish brown hair, he's adorable. His eyes flicker when my dad plays the guitar and I remember when I was little and my mum and dad used to lift me up and spin me around the kitchen, singing "Dance the Night Away" by the Mavericks.

My dad's playing "Don't Fear The Reaper" and Baby J likes it. He stares up at me and I sing the lyrics to him, messing them up, but just singing away to him. He stares up at me and nestles under my arm, and gives me a tiny smile.

Mum always says loving a baby means wanting to give them a better world. Sometimes, I feel like I'm terrified when I think about the world my baby cousins are going into. They're so little.

Other times, I feel like there can be a better world for them. It's when I feel bad that I think about them.

So I hold the baby's hand and sing to him. "We could be like angels, come on, baby, don't fear the reaper."