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Uggly

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:27 +0000

Uggs, I’m sure there is a logical explanation for them. I hope there is. Because honestly, I can’t figure out why anyone would want to wear (out of choice) shoes that look like they’ve been made by our neanderthal ancestors. So saying that; I recognise that they aren’t anything new, not really. Sheep herders have been wearing them for ages, despite the fact that for a long time cow hide was the more popular material; and I’m sure people who live in cold climates have also been wearing sheep skin boots (or something similar) for god knows how long.

Their popularity increased as a result of World War I and World War II, during which they became popular with aviators because of their need to keep warm in unpressurised planes at high altitudes.

I didn’t know but the term “Ugg” is actually a generic term created in Australia; where surfers and competitive swimmers would wear the boots to keep their feet warm once out of the water. Now I’ve never been to Australia so I can’t dispute that; however I swear Australia is suppose to be hot isn’t it? I mean they have scary bush fires and scorching beaches there don’t they? So how the hell can it get cold enough to constitute wearing fucking sheepskin boots!? It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but then again neither does an Asian rap.

Unless you are sheep herder or about to do some arctic fishing, I don’t want to see you wearing Uggs. They are ugly and intended for more than just walking around your high street in.

So although I’m excited about Winter I’m not thrilled by the amount of Ugg boots that I have seen on the streets recently. Fair enough if we’re at a skiing resort or fishing in the freezing arctic; otherwise there is no excuse. I don’t care how fucking cold it is that’s what thermal socks are for. Like I said earlier I understand that they have a practical function but if you think about it their suede and England is not known for being a dry country… Therefore It doesn’t take a genius to figure out, that once worn in Britain the Ugg boot starts to make less and less sense.

Oh! I’m not sure if other people have noticed this but the cheaper Ugg replicas (that don’t have a reinforced heel) make you walk a little lop sided; like your special. Not sexy in anyway, heck it’s not even cute and another thing; why do people insist on wearing them with black tights/leggings? Fucking stop it: oatmeal and black do NOT go together. I can’t honestly think of any two colours that look worse with one another.

Yet despite this girls will continue to wear them, and because it’s getting colder they’ll add a tiny denim skirt over their black leggings too. Just to piss me off. I should also mention that in the summer British girls will skip the extra denim phase all together. Because lets face it their not “fat” their curvy so they can get away with not covering their chunk and they like to remind me of that, by showing me as much lycra clad camel toe as possible.

So I could go on but I won’t: like the common cold, Uggs will always be around. They may disappear for a period of time but once it gets cold, they’re fucking every where.

Richard Heeps

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:47 +0000

I recently went on a day trip to Brighton with two of my friends and by pure chance we stumbled upon a photography exhibition.

The photographer, Richard Heeps takes some beautiful photographs that have a wonderful nostalgic feel.

They remind me of a lost era, that is both retro yet disturbingly familiar. A quality which seems hard to find in todays modern obsessed culture.

Finally the photos made me feel good and more importantly, made an impression.

What a load of wrap

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:35 +0000

Wrapping your own presents.

Come on people; I know you can do it.

It has to be one of the most simplest tasks that a person could do. So I don’t understand why more people don’t do it themselves. It doesn’t require a degree to figure out, and you don’t need the top of the market equipment. It’s literally wrapping paper, cello tape, scissors and common sense. Perhaps a stick on ribbon if your feeling particularly arty and that’s it.

Don’t even give me the argument of,

“…but my wrapping is crap! I’d rather get someone else do it so it looks pretty.”

It’s not good enough. It defeats the purpose of giving someone a gift that you have specially chosen for them.

The gift will mean so much more if it’s something that you have put time and effort into

I for one would love the gift more, if I knew that they had wrapped it themselves; even if it is wrapped like shit! The point is that they wrapped it. They didn’t get their mother to do it for them; or worse some anonymous shop assistant.

I work in a shop so I know how many of you do it and it pisses me off. People leave buying gifts till the last minute and then rush around buying something they think “will do”. Then they get other people to wrap it up for them!

It shows a distinct lack of organisational skills and spectacular proof of laziness.

Now I understand sometimes it can’t be helped: someone will drop a birthday bombshell on you two hours before your suppose to meet them. What are you going to do? You are miles away from home, you’ve got bags of shopping hanging off your arms and you haven’t even had lunch yet.

Then and only then is is acceptable for you to get someone else to wrap it; unless of course you don’t have arms in which case I’ll make an exception for that too.

Otherwise please wrap your own presents, you only have to do it a couple of times a year anyway.

So don’t be so fucking lazy

Three to Tango?

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:00 +0000

Multiple dating, they make it look so easy in the movies: the girl (who is always glamourous) has an abundance of successful and attractive men to chose from. She also has the natural ability to juggle all these men, without any of them getting even remotely suspicious that they are being played along. Oh and have I mentioned that none of her friends thinks she’s a slut? Ahhh, It sounds too good to be true; that’s because it is.

In reality, the process is much more complicated and tiring than Hollywood would like you to believe. I know this for a fact, because I have tried. I joined a dating website recently and was surprised by the amount of attention I received.

I for one don’t agree with the social stigma that is attached to online dating: what is so wrong about it? It doesn’t prove anything about a persons social life. Most people who are on them (dating websites) simply don’t find themselves in a situation where they are meeting new people. Besides asking out strangers in a real life situation isn’t easy, especially if you can’t find an excuse to get to know them better (again I have been there and done that).

Once I’d deflated my head, I started the long and tedious process of searching through profile after profile for a suitable boyfriend. Recognising that it wasn’t fair to just sit around and wait for the right guy, I did send some of my own emails. To which no one replied; go figure.

I consider dating websites as a tool - like a can opener. Nothing to be ashamed of if you do use on: it’s there to be used so why not?

Anyway, I managed to go on quite a few dates with some very lovely men. It should be said that I was fortunate enough not to meet any creeps/psychos. However I was convinced that I would never in a million years meet two men (at the same time) that I would like. So I dated several man at the same time; bad idea.

Why? Well because it was tiring, I found myself running around (I don’t drive) and spending more money than I could afford (it didn’t seem fair to make them pay for everything). Plus it was hard to keep track of what I’d told who and what I’d already worn out on our previous date(s) and of course the impossible happened…

I ended up liking two men at the same time. I felt awful, I hated the situation I’d gotten myself into because I’m really not that kind of girl. My friends (the less understanding ones) looked at me in a different light and it hurt. Normally I can handle most tricky situations but this one was beyond me: I liked both men and didn’t really want to hurt either of them.

The harsh truth was that, at some point I was going to have to.

Obviously I did chose and I’m now very happy! The guy I let down took it really well, which is always a good thing and I wish him all the best. As for the guy I’ve chosen; he’s wonderful. We compliment one another very well, and although it’s still early days I find myself smiling about the future. It’s a nice feeling and I’m enjoying every moment of it.

So to my “chosen one” this article is dedicated to you: you make me feel good about smiling again. :-)

Waiting for Winter

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:47 +0000

This is going to sound strange but I can’t wait for winter. Summer is great because the sun comes out and everyone can enjoy a good dosage of sunshine. The thing is, when it’s hot people tend to wear very few clothes (often the wrong kind of people) and although men prefer the idea of women in tiny short shorts. I for one find tights and boots far more sexier.

Not that women really turn me on or anything; I just simply like the idea of winter fashion more. I think it provides more room for imagination. Tights, hats, scarves, gloves, coats… There is just so much to play with, and that’s the beauty of it! Designers obviously agree with me too, just take a look at the A/W fashion scene.

Winter may be cold, but the fashion is super hot

Exaggerated shoulders, Luxe cashmere coats, crazy 80’s colour… Winter is when fashion comes alive; when fashion can truly show it’s colours in all it’s fabulous glory. Louis Vuitton created some super cute (yet unrealistic) bunny ear hair accessories, that were donned by Maddonna for the MET costume gala. Admittedly she looked like she had sprouted diabolic horns instead of fluffy ears but hey. Now we know she’s only human: even Madonna is not immune to the mid life crisis.

Another thing that I’m loving; Balmain. Who knew shoulder pads would suddenly become so cool? I know the trend (like the mullet) should have died with the 80’s but my god, Christophe Decarnin has accomplished the impossible. He has made shoulders sexy again and I for one will be rocking the black jacket with seriously sharp shoulders come winter time. I realise it’s following the fashion crowd but this is one of those rare occasions were I don’t mind.

The return of classic bags, big jewelry and sexy shoes, are also something I’m excited about. Plus now I’ll be able to swoon over men wearing sexy coats and boots; bonus!

So you see there’s plenty to be excited about come winter time: I know it rains a lot but if you buy a decent umbrella and a trench coat you should be fine (as well as fashionable).

Stella Im Hultberg

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:43 +0000

Stella Im Hultberg is of Korean descent, raised in both Asia and America. She initially studied Industrial Design but left that for fine art.

I love how the girls have sexy yet vulnerable expressions on their faces. The emotion and femininity in these images really draws you in; making you feel for the girls. So despite some of the images being quite sexual, they still retain a sense of innocence that is quite difficult to capture when drawing partially nude women.

Being (half) Asian

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 16:43 +0000

No doubt I will discuss this topic again, however I believe that it’s a subject that I can continuously talk about and perhaps provide an alternate angle on; one that a Caucasian person would not be able to provide.

As I briefly talked about in my Turning Japanese post, Asian influence has seen a massive rise in the last couple of years and naturally attention from the culture will eventually lead to attention to the people. Now being half Asian means I should naturally like Asians and I do; just not the majority of them.

This may come as a surprise to a lot of you and trust me once I started to accept it, it surprised me too. The reason I don’t like most Asians is because of they way they think: I can’t stand how Asian societies function. I was born and raised in Asia (Thailand to be specific) but I have travelled all over and lived in several different counties in S.E Asia. So I am more than aware of how they think and I couldn’t stand it.

Many dark, Asian women hook up with foreigners because yes some may just want your money, a green card, etc… However some do it because the men in their own country view them as unattractive and treat them like shit

The teenage years were probably the worst, because I was only half Asian and my mother didn’t really have the stereotypical tooth pick figure (more hourglass), I ended up being much curvier than my oriental sisters. To make matters worse my bust was much larger than the average Thai woman. So almost immediately I stood out (not in the good way) and this was about the same time my mother had enrolled me into a modeling agency. I don’t think she had any idea of the amount of psychological damage it would later cause me.

Looking back on it now, it all seems so stupid and incredibly superficial. I should have just given them all the finger and walked out, but I didn’t. Back then the harsh criticism and rejection was taken to heart; in the end I genuinely believed I wasn’t an attractive person. I remember one agent told me that I wouldn’t stand a chance unless I dropped two dress sizes. I was sixteen years old and a natural size eight.

It disgusts me that society is obsessed with something so shallow.

Basically if you’re Asian, tanned and chubby, you’re fucked. You might as well move to a western country and marry an old fart who’s going to love you for who you are AND what you look like, because everyone back home sees you as the dark, fat one. Perhaps I’m exaggerating a little but believe me when I say; I’m not doing it by much.

This is why Asian girls are obsessed with being skinny and pale

Being pale in Asia makes you more desirable because it implies that you are well off and healthy. It connotes that you don’t need to slave away in the sun doing manual labour and that my western friends, is the harsh truth. Amusing isn’t it? Over here it’s the opposite: having a tan makes people here feel glowing and healthy.

Before I wrap this up I would also like to mention that Asian men piss me off too; most of them are so metrosexual you’d never believe they weren’t gay. They obsess about their appearance as much as the women, some of them are pretty and don’t they just know it. They think their so hot and that they can manipulate girls to act and look just how they want them to. I for one refuse to tolerate that kind of crap.

It should also be said that the ones that don’t check the mirror regularly or wear a hairband have strange superiority complexes. Asian society is very much a patriarchal one, it’s getting better but it’s sill a BIG problem and the last thing I want is for some controlling shit head to tell me what I can or cannot do. So that’s why I couldn’t date an Asian man. Unless of course he was brought up far far away from Asia.

Abercrombie & Fitch and Jack Wills

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 19:17 +0000

Why? WHY does anyone want to look like Lacrosse Barbie and Ken?! I don’t get it. I don’t understand what the appeal is. No one, I repeat no one is that… - that… squeaky clean. I just don’t understand why you want to look like a member of some Aryan clan.

You know who you are and what I mean. I don’t give a shit if you really do conform to their ideals: I really don’t care that you went to private school, or that you you actually do row as sport. So did I (o.k so I didn’t row - I played tennis and rode horses though) but I don’t use that as justification to walk around like a Ralph Lauren mannequin.

What annoys me is the mightier than thou attitude that goes with wearing fucking Merino wool. The Ivy League cable knit bullshit; and the thing that makes me laugh the most is the people who wear it just so they can pretend that they do all those things.

You’re unique. Your not a catalogue. I want to see the dirty, cheeky, raw element of everyones personality. Hence why I don’t agree with an over styled, over priced, generic identity decided for you by someone else. You need to decide your identity for yourself. So If I see another peroxide Penelope traipsing around in UGG boots, denim short shorts and a stirpey cardigan, I will scream.

I don’t really have a problem with people who own a couple of items. I just don’t agree with any fashion label that promotes a particular aesthetic to the total exclusion of individuality.

Vanity

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:18 +0000

First off a quick mention- Gilian who sent me a really awesome email. I loved your cat bitch moment! Remember I love hearing from you guys because I know, I can’t be the only kitten who likes to get her claws out…

Anyway, in the email Gillian touched upon something that has always been socially criticized; narcissism. Now for the record, I do not endorse serious narcissism. As a topic though, I find the concept of Narcissism of fascinating: the general consensus is that Narcissism is viewed a negative thing, and I don’t entirely disagree with that belief. Still what people fail to acknowledge, is that we all posses a narcissistic streak to some extent. Remember; healthy narcissism is a realistic interest in ones self and there is nothing wrong with that.

Now I’ve never been called narcissistic, but I have been called vain; which as you can imagine I took offense to. As I recall, I was checking my hair in the bedroom mirror. Now how is that being vain? Was I suppose to walk out of the house looking like I had pubes for a hair? I think not.

“Self love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self neglecting…” - William Shakespeare

What hurt was that I don’t think the accuser really understood the meaning of her words. Calling someone vain is something you should never do lightly: it implies that you devalue other peoples qualities and consider yourself far more superior.

The funny thing is that nowadays, more people are encouraged to groom, exercise and generally give a shit about how they look; why? Because almost everyones first impression of you, is based on how you look. Sad but true. We now live in a world were we are expected to be the best versions of ourselves.

So what is considered narcissistic now? I’m not sure anyone knows anymore. Because now we’re more obsessed with what we could be, than what we are. What we look like, rather than who we are.

Another thing that no one likes to mention is those people on the other spectrum of vain. The people who don’t give a shit about what they look like at all and I mean really don’t give a shit. Why is it alright for them to skulk around in drab anoraks and ugly shoes? Fucking Crocs.

I think before we start attacking the people who give a damn; we should first rectify the people who don’t care at all. Because obviously they are in need of some serious TLC and stylistic education. At least I hope so: I refuse to believe that anyone is happy just blending into the background.

Bubz Beauty

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:41 +0000

I love Bubbi!!!!

A*hem o.k now that my declaration of adoration is over, I should say why I love her…

I really love Bubbi because she has such a lovely personality and an interesting accent. She’s always so positive and I believe that the world really needs more people like her. The wonderful thing is that she’s happy, but not annoyingly so.

This is odd because I’m a cynical bugger and people with sunny dispositions normally get on my nerves. However her sunny charm always cheers me up, and it’s always a pleasure watching her videos.

Is beauty skin deep?

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 20:32 +0000

Ah tis the season and I’m not talking about Christmas. No tis the season for fake tan! Although living in England it’s not really seasonal anymore: people actually depend on it more than the sun. I can understand why, it’s a convenient way to get a glow without the effort of actually sun bathing. I should also mention that this is England; and we’re not known for our beaches or hot weather. There’s also this nasty thing called a recession going on, which means that most people aren’t planning to jet off to their favourite tropical destinations anytime soon.

So what do the pasty race do? Fake it of course! Because by God, by the time I’m done using this fake tan product no one will ever actually know that I haven’t been to Antigua, or that I actually don’t own a passport! Sad but true; not for me though: being half Thai means I’m naturally tanned already. So I guess this makes it hard for me to relate. It doesn’t however make it hard for me to bitch about the obsession behind fake tan. Because lets face it, there is a problem; maybe not so much in the rest of the world, but here in the UK the rise of tannorexia is more than a little worrying.

The funny part is that in Asia the consensus is that women should be as pale as possible. I’m not really sure why although I can give you an educated guess; pale skin connotes a wealthy upbringing. It suggests that you don’t need to slave away in the rice fields to earn a living, thus making you seem more important and more desirable; which I find ridiculous. The whole trend, both here and there is laughable. I understand the need to look glowing, clean and healthy but I think people forget that it’s a quality that blossoms from the inside.

Eating well, exercising, being in love, laughing, being happy, having sex or being clever (and subtle) with make up. They are all things that give you that wonderful glow from within; it’s the magic that makes you look full of life and attractive to others. Fake tan, I find tends to make people look muddy, patchy and a little discoloured.

The rise of the Tango clones

So why do people insist on using crazy methods to get that glow? Take sun beds for example, you’re voluntarily exposing you’re body to harmful UV rays without protection, for what? So you can feel better about yourself cosmetically? I’m not saying it’s wrong: everyone has the right to feel confident and attractive. I just don’t think it’s right either. UV rays are aging. Yes you may look glowing now but when your older and wrinklier than you ought to be, you’ll wonder what you did wrong. So if your going to get natural rays then remember to be vigilant with the sun protection; re apply every 30 minutes, use a high factor and stay out of the sun during the peak times. Always use a SPF of at least 15 for your everyday moisturizer. It may not look sunny out but trust me the harmful UV rays are still there.

I know this is going to fall on deaf ears but it’s sad that the amount of skin cancer patients has risen. It’s a real danger, and although fake tan is a great way to minimize the danger, It’s still very real. Check your body for new/strange moles regularly and go to your GP if you notice anything strange; even if you think it’s minor. As for my asian sisters, why are you trying to artificially bleach your skin? It’s equally dangerous and ridiculous. So many people want to have that golden skin tone! You should be flaunting it! Buying these stupid creams that brighten and bleach your skin is just tragic…

Are you so unhappy that you feel the need to risk your health and/or waste your money in-order to make yourself feel more beautiful? What happens if you become dependent on this? What does that really say about your self esteem? I know a lot of products are now getting better at delivering that “natural glow” but I think people forget that there’s nothing natural about being fake.

Pleats please

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:13 +0000

Wow these look amazing! They look almost edible, almost but then again they look more silky, like pillows, but pillows I want to eat? Hmm that doesn’t sound right but still Issey Miyaki sushi I can dream.

Right place wrong time

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:00 +0000

Recently I asked someone I didn’t know out for a drink, and I have to say it was one of the most embarrassing things I have ever done. I got turned down (very sweetly I might add) but the part that I found hard to deal with, was the adrenaline overload I had afterwards. I was so psyched about asking him that my heart must have been ready to explode!

So although I didn’t get the reply I was hoping for, I’m very proud that I asked him nonetheless. I feel like I’ve gained a new type of courage that I didn’t have before. I’ll be honest though, I’m not sure I’d try it again anytime soon: there is only so much rejection one can take before it starts having a detrimental effect.

Most people would have thought I was mental, I mean I really didn’t know the guy. I only knew his name and where he worked; that was it. I can’t even explain why I developed an attraction towards him: he really wasn’t my type. I guess it’s just one of random moments you can’t really explain…

Now I understand why most people don’t ask strangers out. The adrenaline pumping through you is enough to knock out a rhino, plus it’s always a gamble because you never know if their single or not. Obviously in my case, he wasn’t and I wanted to crawl away and hide as a result but still it was a valuable experience that I’ll remember.

P.S. Even though he turned me down, he still said he’d have loved to and that I was “a very beautiful girl”. So I guess that’s something! ^_^

Why Fanboy forum trolls should grow up

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 22:01 +0000

I was going to wait and write this article for my gaming/geek website that is coming soon. However I couldn’t contain rage and so I’ve decided to rant about it here.

As many of you know I am an avid gamer; primarily I enjoy role playing games (aka RPG’s) and one of my favourite series of all time has to be the Final Fantasy series. I’m sure many of you have heard of them (more than 85 million units sold world wide). Still the most popular and well loved title is Final Fantasy VII, which became so popular that it a spawned several spin-offs and an animated movie- Final Fantasy VII Advent Children.

I’m not here to talk about FF7 though, what I want to talk about is Square Enix’s up and coming FF title, Final Fantasy XIII Fabula Nova Crystallis. Yes I know it’s a long title, there is a good reason for it though: there are actually three games within the FF13 franchise. The other two are called Final Fantasy Versus XIII and Final Fantasy Agito XIII. FF13 Fabula Nova Crystallis however is the flagship title.

In every FF game I have ever played there have been magical entities called Summons (also known as Espers) that you can summon in battle, and for as long as I remember they have remained stoic throughout the various installments of the series.

Until now: FF13 Fabula Nova Crystallis has seen the summmons evolve into more versatile, multi-purpose tools that a gamer can employ throughout their quest. The only one publicly revealed has been Shiva. Shiva is now split into a Ying-Yang style entity. Normally appearing as two separate people, but with the ability to combine a new whole– fittingly this is described as a “Gestalt” mode; the whole being more than the sum of it’s parts.

Basically, the two separate bits join together to make one whole thing. In this case the two Shiva entities join together to form a sweet ass motorbike. Obviously I thought this was rather cool: it was time for the summons to get an upgrade. The fact that they decided to make it a motorbike is irrelevant. The thing that annoyed me though was the reaction it received from the less mature fans; who are referring to the bike as “Motordyke” and making generally unwelcome homophobic comments.

Whoa! I think I missed a memo again, because don’t fanboys normally enjoy a little lesbianism? So what makes this so different? It’s a fantasy game folks, it’s not meant to be taken seriously. The concept artists at Square Enix have obviously put a lot of time and effort into creating something new and unique, in an effort to keep fans interested in the franchise. Fans should see this for what it is, whether they agree with it or not. Rather than making snide and hateful comments.

So whether you love or hate the Shiva bike. The cold hard truth is that, it’s probably going to stay and no amount of forum whining is going to change that. Still have a problem with it? Then don’t buy the fucking game.

A question of breasts

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 22:22 +0000

I for one am glad to have boobs. I know the fashion industry and all their minions are trying to convince me otherwise; whether it’s by casting a noticeably flat chested model in their fashion shoots, or producing garments where my single fist could fill in the dress cup.

Now I’m not sure how this has come about: the rise in boob jobs has actually gone up. So why are fashion houses trying to persuade us that tinier tits are better? Now I was always taught to believe that men were attracted to an ample chest, so imagine my horror when a survey (I believe it was Cosmo magazine) actually showed that men were willing to sacrifice breasts for skinnier bodies.

O.k Cosmo magazine isn’t gospel and I know it isn’t an honest measurement of what men want, but it still got me thinking. So I’ve been doing a little bit of research and sure enough we have subtly been steered away from D cups to C cups and so on…

The question is why? The porn industry is brimming big tit talent (one need only take a look at SCORE magazine to see what I mean). I know the common women doesn’t really want to relate herself to a porn star (don’t know why, one shouldn’t discriminate against others because of their occupation anyway) but the fact is, most women are born with breasts. Some smaller than others admittedly, but here in the UK, the average cup size is a D.

B is for Breasts Of which ladies have two; Once prized for the function, Now for the view - Robert Paul Smith

Personally, I think this is brilliant as i am a big fan of the hour glass and retro figure. I believe it’s extremely feminine to have a well stacked chest, tiny waist and curvy hips and I have been told that I am fortunate enough to possess such a figure. So this androgynous, tiny tit craze that has taken over makes me feel alienated and more than under appreciated. So now my figure isn’t fashionable anymore? Am I now socially unattractive? Bollocks.

I’m not saying that smaller chested women are more or less good looking than their bustier counter parts, nor am I encouraging them to get an enhancement. All I want is equal acceptance. For example, why is it socially acceptable for a flat chested girl to wear a deep plunge top in broad daylight; but when a bigger chested girl wears a simple scoop neck, she is deemed a slut. Were is the justice in this? Also If it is all about the cleavage then what am I suppose to do? Wear crew neck tops that make me look fat or even more top heavy? Double standards anyone? Besides why should I be made to feel bad about something I was born with.

The sad thing is that the main perpetrators of this new female aesthetic are women themselves; clamoring to look like Kate Moss or Victoria Beckham (who although has larger breasts, they are obviously fake.) Why is that women don’t want to have womanly bodies anymore? Is it because that cleavage is seen as an icon of femininity & sexuality, which is an image that (maybe) they no longer wish to be associated with? In this race for equality with male counterparts; has a differentiator of sex (our breasts) become detrimental to our chances of success? Do woman think that by being flat chested and androgynous that it’s going to lead to greater acceptance, and less discrimination in the workplace? If so, this would seem petty and a great loss to woman kind.

Please Read

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 13:56 +0000

Despite being a self proclaimed bitch, there are several things that I consider scared and thus leave the fuck alone (most of the time). I believe these are things that any respectful & capable individual should not touch upon, because of the detrimental effect it could have on another person.

Sexuality

I’ll never understand why people discriminate against others for this reason. Then again, I just don’t understand the need to discriminate at all. Being gay doesn’t suddenly make you a lesser human being; there is nothing wrong with being gay.

I don’t understand why some people hate and/or fear gay people. They’re not hurting you, or anyone you care about, so why does it bother you so much? You have no right to judge their love and the fact that some people do is disgusting. The social alienation and lack of acceptance that some gay people receive is criminal.

There have been cases in animals and birds exhibiting homosexual behavior; so the argument of “It’s not natural” is bollocks now. We are at a stage, where humans no longer need to procreate like animals in order to continue the species. Because If you hadn’t noticed, we’re actually running out of space as it is. So leave gay people the fuck alone.

Family

If you have a problem with a specific person, sort it out with them. Don’t start attacking their family: they’re innocent and most of the time, have nothing to do with the issue. It always surprises me how immature some haters can be. They run out of verbal ammunition so they go onto the only other pathetic thing they can think of; they insult your closet family

I come from a background were family is sacred (and although there have been some issues with mine) I still believe this. Hence why I would never EVER attack somebody else’s family. It’s cowardly and pathetic. So just don’t do it.

Race

I don’t think I need to explain this one; anyone with two brain cells can figure out why. I know I make fun of Asians from time to time, why is this? Well because it’s because I’m HALF ASIAN and I know the difference between humour and offense. I also genuinely believe that unless you are willing to make fun of yourself you have no right to make fun of anyone else. However, you will never catch me deliberately saying anything racist to anyone. Because no matter where you’re from; we’re all the same inside (cheesy but so true).

Education

I have a big, BIG problem with this. I hate the automatic belief that lack of education means your less capable and if your not academically smart, then your not as important. Who the fuck came up with this way of thinking? It’s disgraceful and outdated. I didn’t finish High school and can confidentially say that I am much more experienced and knowledgeable than a lot of University students. Does anyone believe me though? No. Why? Because I don’t have a bit of paper to say Im qualified to be “intelligent”.

Creativity is almost something your taught to “un-learn”. Picasso once said that, “All children are born artists. The problem is how to remain an artist as he grows up…”

Now I’m not saying academia is bad, of course not. It has it’s place in society as does Art. All I’m saying, is the world needs to realise that a degree is not an accurate measurement of intelligence.

So there you go, I hope that has slightly altered your perception of this site or me. Not that it’s important: you are entitled to think whatever you want. I did however think it only fair to shed some light onto the whole “being a bitch thing”.

Many people assume all kind of untrue things about me and I take honesty very seriously. Even if it gets you into trouble, even if no one else agrees with you; being honest with yourself is what’s important. I understand the need to exercise discretion, however that just means you need to be a little bit more clever, about how you deliver the truth. It does not mean you should just lie.

Being a bitch does NOT entitle you to be rude. I’ve met some so called “nice girls” who really, really weren’t. They hide behind this guise and then talk unspeakable poison behind peoples backs. I am not one of these girls. This blog does not endorse that kind of behavior. If you don’t like something tell them, or stop being their friend. It’s that simple.

So when I say I am a bitch, I say it with pride. I proclaim it with the full knowledge that I am an at least honest about it. I am not the nicest person you will ever meet, but I am not as nasty as you’d like to believe. To put it simply, I am probably the most honest nicest, nastiest bitch you’ll ever know.

Hello Kitty Hell

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 21:09 +0000

Due to popular interest and general amusement I have decided to show case a hater; a Hello Kitty hater.

You must think I’ve lost my marbles, but I promise you I haven’t. In case you don’t know; I love Hello Kitty. I am not a crazy fanatic though and I actually own very little merchandise. The man who runs this blog though, lives his own worst nightmare: he is surrounded (and I kid you not) by Hello Kitty.

So go check out this blog, whether you love or hate Hello Kitty, I guarantee you there’s something for everyone.

www.hellokittyhell.com

The ego has landed

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:53 +0000

It couldn’t have started out anymore normal; a middle class afro-American boy with normal hard working parents and a passion for music working his way to the top. You’d think that’d make Kanye West a humble human being; you’d be wrong.

It’s such a shame too because I used to like Kanye West, before he became a raging queen. His music is alright, but hardly as groundbreaking as it was when he debuted his “College drop out” album or his later album “Late registration”.

I know I’m doing something I despise (being a hater on the internet) but there’s a notable difference between me and those other social fucktards; I know how to type & spell (or make use of spell check) and at least I’m doing it on my own personal blog. I’m not going to rush over to Kanye’s website and unleash my hate: I really couldn’t care if he knows or not and I’m sure he doesn’t give a toss either.

I’m sure I don’t have to mention (although I will because it’s just fucking funny) THAT HE HAS A REALLY WEIRD OBESSION WITH THE CAPS LOCK KEY AND EXCLAIMATION MARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, how the fuck do you expect anyone to read anything you type, when it’s already painful to look at, let alone read.

His love for labels, especially Louis Vuitton borders on tacky – it still eludes me why GQ crowned him one of the best dressed men. For heaven’s sake the man carries a man sack; a big ass ugly Louis Vuitton back hump.

As for all that “voice of this generation” stuff, what the hell was he smoking? – because the rest of us are thinking; fuck no Kanye – get bent. His arrogance and ego know no bounds, honestly what the fuck were Rolling Stone thinking when they photographed him as Jesus? I know me and the bearded one don’t really get along but hell, on this occasion I’m on the hippy’s side.

Label Whores

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 21:25 +0000

I love the odd designer indulgence because let’s face it, mere mortals (like me) can’t afford to don designer threads everyday, and (honestly) that suits me just fine. Why? Well I think that If I owned loads of expensive clothes and accessories, then I wouldn’t take as good care of them as I do now. If you can afford it on a regular basis, then it’s probably not as important because if anything gets damaged you have the financial means to replace it (or find a ludicrously over priced look-a-like). I however have to treat my Chanels and Gabbanas like gold dust.

The thought of designer being disposable sounds like an oxymoron, however we all know that to some people, it is. However I’m not here to whinge about the rich and wasteful (it’d be terribly working class of me for one thing). Instead I’m going to have a good old swipe at those who I affectionally call label whores.

We all know them, I mentioned her (sometimes him) briefly in my tracksuit couture post; remember the person so desperate to make herself/himself seem important? Yeah, that’s the one. The thing is, there is no specific age or background from which this style doppelgänger comes from. The good thing is that they feel like they deserve those clothes; the bad thing is, they think that they need them.

Don’t be a runway replica

Every designer (like every capable person) has a style aesthetic of their own and this usually translates into their creations. I love this luxurious diversity: it gives you (the customer) the freedom to mix and match between all these wonderful personalities; giving you the ability to enhance your own. What I will never understand is, how people dress head to toe in one designer. Where’s the individuality in that? The truth is, there is none. You are simply conforming to an ideal that you like; which is fair enough, if you want to be a walking billboard.

I know it’s easy to fall into the trap; hell I love Vivienne Westwood but would never dream of wearing her stuff from top to bottom, even if I could afford it. The thing to remember is, no matter how much you love their stuff, you should always mix and match designer (either with high street, vintage or other designers); to save looking like you walked straight out of their look book. This will help to create your own authentic identity as opposed to one created by a team of designers who don’t know you.

Another thing that happens is, people wear a brand and try to adhere to a particular archetype; whether this is deliberate or not, the result is the same manufactured void. I’ll talk about that in another post though, because I consider it to be a separate pet peeve altogether.

Designer does not mean better

So don’t be afraid to mix and match: vintage is all the rage now anyway and besides putting together an outfit that you have personally hand picked (from loads of different places) will always be a better reflection of who you are.

Finally the thing to remember is that although splurging on the latest designer gear may give you a temporary high, it is just that; temporary. That “it bag” didn’t make you a smarter, stronger or a better person; nor will it permanently fill an emotional chasm. If you relish in the superiority of having the newest gear, knowing that your friends don’t then you are a very sad human indeed, and it’s people like you who get my sympathy, not my respect.

Mario Kart Love Song

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 18:32 +0000

Game geek or not I think anyone can appreciate how cute this song is; besides if you don’t know who Mario is, then you lead a very sad little life indeed.

I know you wouldn’t believe it from that brilliant disguise, but underneath all that masterful yarn is an Asian! A Korean Asian who goes by the name of blinktwice4y (his real name is Sam Hart), so be sure to check out his stuff: he’s very talented and sounds amazing!