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(I have never heard that Father Ted quote bandied about so much as I have over the last few days…)
Now let me preface this post by saying I have nothing against the Rose of Tralee (except the fact that at 26 you’d be too old to enter it). On Monday I was listening to Sinead Gleeson on The Last Word and she raised a very valid point. The Rose of Tralee is a representation of women that you don’t usually see on TV. And it’s true. The Hills, The City, Big Brother and yes even Sex and the City… they’re all less than flattering representations of the female form. It IS refreshing to see women on TV who aren’t trying to dumb themselves down so that people like them better. It’s bloody brilliant actually.
But Christ on a bike through charity work is the Rose of Tralee twee…
I know it’s wrong, I know it’s childish and petulant, I know it’s futile…but I must share with you some deliciously wicked ‘hipster’ piss-taking. I have a conflicted attitude to trend-heads*. At once I admire their commitment to outlandish aesthetic and resolute self-belief, but equally I detest their commitment to outlandish aesthetic and resolute self-belief. But I’ve ranted before about this and no doubt I’ll rant again about it, so for the moment take a look at these –
* trendies, scenesters, so-cool-it-hurts types… Read the rest of this entry »
Don’t really know what to say. Feeling an overwhelming sense of schadenfreude thinking about fashion at the moment. Vicious cycle of not having enough money, having some money, spending said money, feeling instantly guilty with the splurge, then empty, then lonely, then lusting after the next object to acquire/ squire. Affluenza much? Bloody good read if you haven’t gotten around to it. Oliver James charts our modern sickness. Prepare to feel self-loathing and fleeting enlightenment.
So I was in the gym the other day. Like a lean, mean, workout machine (red-faced, sweating and trembling slightly). I was doing some squats or lunges or possibly some squatted lunges and I had a sort-of epiphany. I realised that these lunge-squat thingymabobbies were making my thighs strong and muscly. Not waspish and gazelle-like. Which I assume, in some subconscious, fashion influenced manner, I was striving for.
RING RING. RING RING. (simulated telephone ringing)
Flirt FM: Oh hey whatwill, how are you?
WWIWT: So great!
Flirt: Just wondering if you want to be bezzie mates??
WWIWT: OMG yea totally!!
Flirt: Awesome, well ill ring you once a week and we can have a good natter about all things fashion related, k?
WWIWT: So cool!
Flirt: Great, well i’ll buzz you every Thursday between 5.00 and 5.30pm and we can catch up!
WWIWT: That’s deadly but Flirt, what do I do if i forget our fantastic conversation???
Flirt: I haven’t quite figured that one out yet but i’ll keep you updated! But for now check it out here every Thursday between 5.00pm and 5.30pm!!
WWIWT: Awesome! best friends 4eva Flirt laters xxx
*conversation may not have actually gone quite like this…..
Gah! Too many people love this woman! Can somebody please tackle Joe Zee and help him understand that Olivia is EVIL. Poor aul Erin does her best. It could be time for a strongly worded email sent in the direction of MTV, suggesting Kelly Cutrone takes Olivia on for a week in People’s Revolution. Holy moly, that’d be such great TV.
The source of my vitriol must surely be a shared exprience. Doesn’t everyone know someone like this in the work place? Does the minimum, takes credit for other people’s work, arrogant beyond belief and doesn’t feel embarrassed that certain people know she’s a fraud… I may have to start carrying around a cold wet cod, just on the offchance I ever encounter her and have the opportunity to deliver a swift but mighty slap of the face.
Elly Jackson aka La Roux performed at Viktor and Rolf’s Men Spring Summer Collection 2011 in Paris the other day. It’s not a surprising choice of artist to make an appearance at their show given her androgynous look and her schtick.
It looks like it may be the first appearance of many. It seems the design duo have adopted her as their new muse. (Apparently they wanted her in high heels for the gig though. Elly flatly refused. God I crack me up.)
Some words on trouser length, width and general acceptability. Just a suggestion. Read the rest of this entry »