Thursday, 29 July 2010

"I wanna be a billionaire....


Oh my gosh I am so poor it's untrue.

Now as a student, one is always joking about being poor 24/7, but obviously, joking about it normally means you are actually not that poor, but have dollar for things like cereal, bread, beer, and y'know, the necessities.

But no, really, I am poor. and by poor I mean SKINT. I have £10 in my bank which my poor mother has had to put in to save me from FURTHER bank charges for going over my overdraft! (I kidd you not, the bank CLEARLY do not sympathise with my situation!) PLUS I can't even get to the bank because I can't afford bus fare! seeeeriously how poor can one person be?

Thank God I'm getting paid tomorrow or else I would be in biiiig trouble. Rent comes out on saturday and If I don't have le funds for that I am in serious shizzle.

Thank goodness for parents, they really do save your life.

So I know this is not an excuse for failure to blog, but it does mean that my social life at the moment is fairly non-existant! (unless you count making friends at spinning class or meeting older friends for £1.19 McFlurries at the local McD's?)

The gym has saved me from staying in the house all day, every day, as I have already paid for my membership so technically it's free! and plus, I guess I must be getting fitter so there might even be a plus side to my poorness??

My friend Soph came over yesterday and I took her on a (budget) tour of my hometown (Oxford for those of you who haven't read my profile ;])

It was really lovely and we walked for miles, visiting some of the colleges and having HUUUUUGE lunches in quaint little pubs. Was really fun!

Here are some pictures from the day (I warn you, we are total losers)

Also, I ventured into London the other week with my friend Tiff, where we wandered around Covent Garden, ate paella and ran through Ruislip in the pouring rain, getting splashed by cars. It was awesome.

Our dinner on the bus:

mmmm healthy.

Friday, 16 July 2010

Time for tea?

My life at the moment = work > gym > food > sleep

and not much inbetween.

As I have nothing interesting to blog about I will leave you with this picture of Lady Gaga from her Twitter account. I love her. (this is currently my My blackberry background pic)

Thursday, 8 July 2010

Supersize Me!

Quote from this week's Fashion Statement.

"She's an amazing model. She can make herself look bigger or smaller depending on what the client wants"

Crystal Renn's agent responds to speculation that she has been deliberately slimming down. And claims some pretty amazing skills on her behalf.

Amazing model or the incredible hulk? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

If she's lost weight, why don't her agency just admit that and we can all get on with our lives knowing that she's human and does give in to media pressure after all?

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Blockage, of the creative kind

Image from here.

Argh, don't you hate when you're having one of those days where you seem to be in a dreamland, drifting in and out of reality but not really absorbing or taking anything in?! Well I'm having one of those days today, and it's driving me crazy!

I have so many things to think about at the moment, that for some reason my brain has decided to shut down and instead, allow only one thought at a time, which means I am unable to have any kind of coherent conversation with anybody or anything.

I had problems with my bank this morning as well which made me super frustrated and depleated and as a result I have really achieved nothing today. And have eaten only one food group. the bad kind. (carbs and lots of them) eshhh.

I have a spinning class tonight which should hopefully release some endorphines and make me feel more awake. either that or it will kill me and I will be limping for the next few days. not sure what the outcome will be actually. hmm.

More updates tomorrow when I am feeling human again.

Ohh p.s rented out Paris, Je t'aime from the library! can't wait to get lost in that later.

Au Revoir xoxo

Sunday, 4 July 2010

Happy Independence Day to everyone in the US ! :) xoxo

Picture from the Washington Post

and the Size Zero debate rages on...

So there I was reading my bible of the month, Fashion Statement (the Guardian's fashion news weekly e-newsletter) and I came across another wonderful 'Quote of the Week', this time, from Julien Macdonald, designer and Britain's Next Top Model celebrity judge.



Or perhaps Anti-Quote of the Week, from new Britain's Top Model judge Julien Macdonald:

You can't have a plus-size girl winning - it makes it a joke. It's not fair on them - you're setting them up for a fall. They are looked down on, they're frowned upon. A catwalk model is a size six to eight. If you're a size 14 in a room full of size eights, you're in the wrong room.

How about you make it the RIGHT room then? Gosh, we wonder who could possibly have the power to change this. Oh, we know, maybe a FASHION DESIGNER?

A pretty poignant quote, if ever there was one. Sad thing is, I find it hard to disagree with him. Being a size 12-14 myself, I live for the day when 'curvier' (whatever that means) women take centre stage on the catwalk, and for the industry to accept 'normal sized' women into their exclusive bubble of glamorousness. HOWEVER I have to agree that this is not the reality at the moment, and if a plus-size model was to win BNTM, I can't see her getting the same work that a size 6 winner would be given, nor can I imagine the fashion/media industry taking said winner seriously.

I do agree with FS when they say that fashion designers are the ones to change this stereotype, so for Julien to say the above comment seems a bit judgemental and not exactly open-minded.

Look at Crystal Renn, the 'plus-size' (yep, still in inverted commas) model who is taking the fashion industry by storm, even the skinny people love her.(!)

Renn made her debut modelling at Mark Fast's A/W 2010 show, and since then has appeared on countless tv shows in America and the UK, and has been featured in gazillions of women's magazines, mostly as a poster-girl for the anti-size zero campaign, which rages on.

However, recently it has been suggested that Renn has had a dramatic weigh-loss, seen here on Fox News' entertainment site.

So does this mean that Julien Macdonald may be talking some sense after all? If beautiful models like Renn are already feeling the pressure to slim down and become more like their waif counterparts, does this make the whole plus-size model a sham?

Like Sophie Dahl before her, it seems a shame that Renn has felt the need to lose weight, given her catwalk success,and having entered into a domain no 'real-size' women has ventured into for some time.

Photo by Nicholas Routzen seen here.

Saturday, 3 July 2010

"I'm very athletic...people don't believe me...maybe 'cos I weigh 240 pounds"


Wow, officially the busiest 2 days ever!

So friday came along and I tottered off to Laaandan town for my meeting with the lovely Sarah and Mark from Idol! (check out the website here, or go here to buy some of their lovely clothes sold exclusively in New Look)

After a huuuuuge coffee from Starbucks I found their office in East London and had a wonderful meeting with the team, who asked me to do some writing for them, which is awesome! so I was a very happy bunny after that :D

You might have seen Idol in New Look stores (300 across the country!) and if you haven't, pop down to New Look NOW and check them out, because their clothes are awesome. My personal fave (which I am wearing right now...might be a bit sweaty after countless tube journeys around London...) is this wife-beater style tank top, with a skull motif and distressed detail on the back, and silver bits on the front, which I love.

so yeah, check it out!!

So anyway, after the interview I went to this Monsoon sample sale down Tottenham Court Road, which was crazily hot but worth it! I came away with a high-waisted skirt (kids 12-13 size...don't tell anyone!) a red rope waist belt and a pair of black platforms (for a tenner!) all for £22. The best part is that all proceeds from the sale (which ended yesterday...sorry guys!) go to the Monsoon and Accessorize Trust, which aims to help women and children in disadvantaged parts of Asia, by working with local communities and seamstresses to make clothing for the company. It's an amazing charity and knowing that my £22 was going towards helping people who need it most made me feel much less guilty about delving further into my overdraft!

I also took a brief trip to Topshop Oxford Circus (to use the toilet if i'm perfectly honest) but ended up buying some gorgeous sandals which I put on to relieve my high-heel bitten feet, only to find that I couldn't walk in them as they kept falling off my feet! Cue some embarassing limping down Oxford Street until I could find a suitable place to put my heels back on!

So a fail on all accounts!

All this limping and sample-sale shopping had made me ravenous so I took the tube to High Street Kensington to go to what I like to call my personal Mecc, AKA Whole Foods. AM-AZ-ING food, some incredibly healthy, some not so much! (their gluten-free vanilla cupcakes are to die for!)

If you haven't been to Whole Foods by now, GO GO GO! It's worth a trip to London if you don't live there and Kensington is a nice place to have a wander round anyway, so it's a win-win situation :D

I bought this lush salad box...there are rows and rows of salad-box fillers, from every type of rice you can imagine to noodles, and ahhh gosh, EVERYTHING! It's amazing, I know I sound really sad, but trust me on this!

And last night I watched Star Trek (2009) which was brilliant, really funny (mostly thanks to Simon Pegg) and totally gripping. I would recommend it to everyone. Plus, Chris Pine, who plays Captain Kirk Jr, is hot hot hot. Even is you hate sci-fi, watch it just to admire his beautiful face.

Right now i'm listening to Radio 1 DJ Nick Grimshaw's(another one of my fave people) interview with Beth Ditto of The Gossip from Thursday's show. She is hilarious! Listen here for the full interview, it's so funny, worth a listen for sure!

In case you were thinking, this is where my blog title has come from. genius!

I'm super excited to start my West Wing marathon tonight...have rented out the boxset (form the library....go me) and plan to absorb myself in it for the rest of the summer. God bless the library for providing me with mindless entertainment I can't afford to buy!

OH and I got the Monsoon job! YAY :D x

Thursday, 1 July 2010

Love this :)

I have a new respect for karaoke now!

Who ate all the pies?

So i'm sitting here, somewhere in rural England, eating ice-cream, watching Brideshead Revisited and listening to the pub next-door play countless Aunt Sally matches.

Could I be anymore of a cliche Brit?


So anyway, I was perusing through the Daily Mail online when I came across this story about Whitney Port super-sizing herself via the iPhone FatBooth app.

Whitney posted the pic on her blog (which is actually pretty damn good and worth a read...)and she seemed to find the not-so-flattering photo of herself highly amusing, much to my liking.

I love love love it when so called 'untouchable' celebs can poke fun at themselves, and this makes me love the Whitster even more.

Can you imagine Olivia Palermo doing such a thing? hmmm...

that's like, sooo last season (!!!!!!)

I am officially a convert to the Guardian's Fashion Statement bulletin/blog! Having recieved their weekly email through my inbox for several months now, I regret to admit that I have never had the time to sit down and actually read it, and boy, I've been missing out!

Unlike some newspaper websites which seem to offer fashion goss as a sideline to what many call 'real news' (pah!) the Guardian offer a witty, light-hearted take on this week's fashion news, seasonal trends and general goings on in the world of fashion/showbiz.

Check it out here or simply sign up to get it sent to your email for your weekly fashion fix. Personally, I prefer the email-version as it's denser and more accessible but whatever, it rocks!

Check out this week's comment on Lourdes' blog post,(AKA offspring of the Mad-ster) featured on the 'Quote of the Week' section:


OK but no joke gladiator sandals are OUT. They came out in summer 2008 and I was like, ok those are really cute. Then 2009 comes around and people are still wearing them so I'm like, ok whatever it's just a phase. BUT NOOOOO. Because good old 2010 is now coming along and people are STILL wearing them, and then I was just like OK NO! It's been three years people COME ON!!!!!!!!! I'm just like what????

Lola, aka Lourdes, aka Madonna's daughter, shares the full benefit of her 13 years of wisdom on fashion in her new blog. Has anyone mislaid a vast stockpile of punctuation marks, by the way?

Genius, no?

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Independent Women: Scary or Sexy?

So I've been debating with myself about feminism. Many look to the suffragette movement as the origin of the word, the pinicle of what it meant to be a 'feminist'.

But things have changed since nearly a century ago, when women had to scream in order to be heard, or chain themselves to passing carriages in order to be noticed.

I mean, women have the vote (In the majority of the world, at least) we own companies,we earn as much as our male counterparts, we single-handedly raise children without being judged for it, and we can live independently, with or without a man.

But does being an independent, powerful woman make us all a bunch of feminists? The term, which has long been brandished as a 'dirty' man-hating word, a word normally used, by men, to describe women that a) they feel threatened by, or b) have just turned them down?

It seems to me that, just as in the late 19th Century, when men repressed women who tried to beat them at their own game, steal their 'power' or make them feel, god forbid, vulnerable, this fear of the independent woman still lingers, and shows such as Sex and the City are just confirming the fears of those men who still believe women belong in the kitchen.(Even if Ne-Yo did write that song)

I was browsing the Daily Mail site today (slow news day...i'll admit) and found this article about the end of Sex and The City. (sob!)

Anyway, scrolling through the comment box at the end of the article, I found a certain comment by a gentleman (I use the term loosely) called Allan, from the UK.

And I quote:

Good riddance to these four menopausal, scrag-end pieces of rough. None of these females are any good to look at, other women only like them because they are NOT attractive! SJP has to be ugliest woman I have ever seen outside of Leeds...
Men look for the escape route when they see over-dressed, over-confident and over-cooked joints of mutton like these who haunt the clubs every Saturday night trying desperately to be Mrs Robinson-types with the younger guys...they are pathetic, only good for one thing and even then a man has to be well tanked to take advantage of the freebie.-

allan, UK, 30/6/2010 14:24

which basically erases a century of women fighting for their right to be treated as equals. Standing ovation to the man.

Needless to say, I was feeling quite opinionated after reading that comment (I could feel my cheeks getting rather hot, to say the least) and simply HAD to comment back. Cue the the following:

Allan - Wow, you really have something against powerful, independent women don't you? It's amazing we even have the vote while people still harbour old-fashioned, backward attitudes like yours!

"None of these females are any good to look at, other women only like them because they are NOT attractive!"

I think you're missing the point of Sex and the City here.

Unlike, say, The Hills, Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha weren't soley designed to fulfill some twisted image of female beauty so many men seem to have in their heads, nor were they created as sex-objects for single men alone in their bedrooms on a friday night.
If you were looking for those kinds of women, I suggest you search under the 'Adult Entertainment' section of your Sky box.

The great thing about Sex and the City was that it silenced the taboo that women who have a sucessful career, no children and a healthy sex life are somehow scary, man-hating feminists.

Here's to that!

Ahem, possibly not my most cherished piece of writing, but, nonetheless, it had to be said, and boy did I feel better after that!

More to the point, It amazes me that one man can take a harmless, light-hearted sitcom like Sex and The City and be so intimidated by it that they feel the need to write that!

This individual clearly took one look at the cover of the DVD, thought "no fake boobs, not enough flesh on show, oh no, they have brains...nah, i'll give it a miss" and this is what he came up with. Fascinating.

These four women were never marketed as sex-objects, nor did the producers cater for the straight man! If it was aimed at this demographic, there would certainly be less talk about shoes, and i'm pretty certain SJP wouldn't have survived the whole series without a full-frontal!

SATC is for women who want more from their lives, and know how to get what they want, whether it involves a man or a credit card (!)

If being called "ugly, only good for one thing, and pathetic" means I have brains, a job (outside of the adult entertainment industry) and don't belong on the cover of "horny housewives XXX" then i'm all for it!

And if Sex and The City is the modern-day equivilent of what Emmeline Pankhurst and co. got up to when they were together (only with less talk of blow-jobs, I would imagine) then I suggest we bring out the red sashes and take to the streets!

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

it is my strong belief that we would enjoy life a lot more if we took a leaf out of Samantha Jones' book.

Jones, I salute you.

Warning: Rant Ahead

It has been one of those days today! I will keep this rant as short as possible but I must emphasis how much of a total FAIL my day has been, on all accounts!

Woke up this morning ridiculously excited for my spinning class at the gym. Having not been before due to lack of spaces I booked this class far in advance and was pretty psyched about 45 mins of muscle burn!

I got to the gym only to find out I wasn't booked in after all and they had no record of me being alocated a space! I was pretty peed off as I had rang up and been told I had a space in the must sought after class, so to go all the way there, having not showered or bothered with hair/make up, I was annoyed.

Plus, I was going to make the trip into a gym sesh so all was not wasted but then discovered that I hadn't brought my iPod, and I hate hate hate running without it, I need the rhythm!

So, yeah. Not happy! Have traipsed about all day with gym kit on, no make-up and trainers for no reason...however an ice-cream from Waitrose cheered me up immensely, I have to say.

As for tonight, I have lots of research to do for my meeting with New Look on friday for an internship opportunity so I will be musing through that and hopefully will be going to see Sex and the City 2, at last!!

It's taken me so long to get round to it but I am looking forward to making my own judgement of the film, being a die-hard fan of the series and having heard many good and bad reviews, I am excited to see it for myself. (with the mother in tow!)

A run was on the cards for tonight but it's still blisteringly hot outside so i'm not so sure how much of a good idea that was afterall!

As for spinning....another time! xxxx

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Au Revoir Miss Bradshaw!

So I watched the final episode of Sex and the City today...for the first time!

I know, youre all wondering why it's taken me this long to get to the last season, but before I came to uni I was truely a SATC virgin, so made it my mission this year to get through the whole boxset. and finish it I did.

Not without a few tears though! I welled up at least 4 times in the last episode! And the worst thing is, I can't even blame it on my hormones this time. It seems I am more of a cry baby than I thought! Can't cry at Marley and Me but Sex and the City? bawling like a baby.

I did let out a cheer for women everywhere when Carrie had THAT argument with Big on the pavement outside her apartment, on her last night in New York. Lets face it girls and boys, it had to be said. (Even if they do get back together 20 minutes later...I stand by my word!)

For Carrie and Co, it was the end of an era. For me, it was the end of knowing what to do on a Saturday night, when my own life failed to rise to the occasion.

It has occured to me now that I need another addiction, so suggestions are most welcome, although I feel I may still have a Sex and The City-sized hole inside me for quite a while.

Call me sad, but SATC has gotten me through a LOT of 'fml' moments in the last year, and although I never thought I would get so hooked on a TV programme as I have with this one, I have never been able to relate to something as much as I have with the ups and downs of Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha.

Would a mourning period be a step too far?

Just a Thought


So light-years have gone by since my last post. I'm not gonna lie, I am a truely awful blogger.

However, this post has been inspired by a recent visit to the Guardian London Graduate Fair, where I attended a talk held by Paul Lewis, a reporter for the Guardian. The talk was fantastic, I learnt more in that 60 minutes than I have learnt all year at uni! (I wish I was kidding..)

The panel also included Isabelle O'Carroll who works as Content Editor of New Look's website. Hearing Isabelle speak was a personal highlight as her job is fascinating to me and something I could only dream of doing.

Additionally, Paul Addison from Bloomberg and Tom Gockelen-Kozlowski, a freelance journalist and young graduate, were also there to give an insight into the world of journalism.

The talk was really interesting (have I said that already....!?) and Sophie and I left feeling optimistic about our prospects once we graduate.

We finished our day in London with an epic walk around Oxford Street, both miserable for seeing such beautiful things and yet with no money to buy them. sob.

Although no trip to the capital would be complete without a visit to Mecca (AKA Topshop, Oxford Circus) if only to tease.

Came home and went to Wagamama to celebrate my second year results with le mother. (So it seems i did pretty well..though i'm convinced it's a mistake...)