Posted by admin on Nov 28, 2009 in
beauty,
random
The idea of the backstabbing blonde girl is hardly an original idea, as the image of the bitchy blonde has been perpetuated in literature spanning the last couple of centuries, from Jane Austen’s Emma to the teenage bitchiness seen in books like Sweet Valley High. The blonde butter-wouldn’t-melt stereotype remains nonetheless (it’s a Madonna thing), with the advent of Barbie’s 50th anniversary seeing the archetypal blonde bimbo adorned in a variety of high couture.
Perhaps it’s time to celebrate Barbie’s inner psyche, and let the world see her true colours? After all, how can you revere something that you don’t truly understand, and though Barbie may be beautiful it’s important to see she’s multi-faceted.
The Altered Barbie collective have created a selection of artworks and still life’s based around the familiar Barbie figurine, which show in her in slightly less Mattel approved positions. All images are displayed annually at the Altered Barbie Exhibit in San Francisco, which draws an eclectic crowd of artists and Barbie fanatics.
The show uses clever imagery to subvert the notion of the Barbie doll, and juxtapose different realities on the iconic figure. I find the following images intriguing,interesting, and ever so slightly disturbing, so applaud them for the creativeness/ inner rage. Either way, you’ll never look at the doll the same way again. Read more…
Tags: Barbie, Barbie goes wild, bitch
Posted by admin on Nov 12, 2009 in
random 
-Trying to use my oyster card to open my front door.
-Feeling like a rebel when I microwave a meal for 5 minutes, instead of the suggested 2 minutes then stir, then 3 minutes.
-Asking what the baby girl in Starbucks was called, and told it was John.
-Holding the phone away from my ear when I speak to my mother and then going ‘Hmmm’ every 5 minutes or so (and she never notices).
-Having 3 energy drinks in a row and going temporarily blind.
{Hopefully I’m not alone in all of these}
Posted by admin on Sep 15, 2009 in
random,
style,
travel 
Have been meaning to post this for a while, and a wet and windy evening is the perfect excuse. I clipped this from the London Paper , and isn’t it amazing? Can you believe the uniforms they had to wear? I’m not sure which I find funnier- the 60’s flower power air hostess or the 70’s style cheap looking mini dress! I just wish they’d included some 80’s power dressing- but I found you a pic anyways… Read more…
Tags: air hostess, airline, trolley dolley
Posted by admin on Aug 25, 2009 in
lists,
random Now I don’t really cook much. My time in the kitchen is generally spent microwaving/washing or kettling (not sure that’s a verb) various hot drinks. Despite my goal of learning just ONE new dish this year I’ve yet to prepare anything other than chilli and stir-fry, and as much I’d like to convince myself instant couscous counts as a dish, I know I’d be laughed out of home ed if I tried to pull that.
But forget about my woeful endeavours on the culinary front, and be prepared to be wowed by these kitchen aids- which are all cool enough to stop me buying ready sliced apples.
1. Bagel Guillotine $19.95 from the As Seen On TV Guys
Now this takes me back, all the way to 2004 and the lovely UCLA dining halls (also known as paradise incarnate). One of these would always be on hand along with a selection of bagels (granary, wholemeal, you name it) and a choice of spreads. One simply had to slice it firmly, a’la Henry V and then the auto-toaster would do all the hard work whilst you deliberated over marmite or peanut butter- or both. Read more…
Tags: apple corer, bagel slicer, cooking, frozen yogurt, kitchen queen, martha stewart
Posted by admin on Jun 30, 2009 in
random 
Yes, I’m boiling. My blood is raising to an unholy degree and sometimess I almost think I can hear the capillaries sizzle, when I’m really, really quiet. My train smells of BO and morning sex and I find myself gasping in air like an alcoholic craves a drink But despite all this I LOVE IT. Love, love, love it.
And why is this? Well us Brits may love to complain so I’ll join in half heartedly but honestly- torrential downpour or blistering heat? I’ll take the heat every-time. I feel freer, more energized, more awake and more attractive. I love wearing sunglasses, licking ice lollies and eating salads for fun, rather than health reasons. I like coming home late and it still being light, I love the way a thin bed sheet is suddenly all I need and I like how I’m more adventurous because I’m not worried about turning blue.
I like not carrying a jacket/scarf/gloves/hat and I love how relaxed I feel when all I have on is just a T-shirt and skirt. I’m happy to go for ice cream over chocolate, and I like how chocolate seems less inviting when you envisage it as a sticky melted mess down your top. I like how much sexier I feel with a light tan, and how sexier other people look as well. I like the feeling of camaraderie when people share their suncream and water, and I’m planning to like how tubes will be closed due to serious overheating (think time off work folks).
I like the freedom, the fun and the capricious attitude that come from sunbeams, and this means I’m willing to put up with commuters underarms, dizzy spells, sunburn and dehydration. Long live summer!
Tags: heatwave, sunshine
Posted by admin on Mar 12, 2009 in
geekery,
random,
style 
I don’t own any pets. It’s not to say I wouldn’t love one, but due to landlord issues with animals, the rising cost of pet insurance and the lack of time I’d have to give them it seems it will be quite a few years before a pooch graces my household. But were I to get one I think it might be considered cruel to dress them up in wellies- no matter how cute. Read more…
Posted by admin on Mar 12, 2009 in
random 
Or do other people need to take off their sunglasses to hear properly? I don’t know why I need to do this but somehow the tint of the lense makes words incomprehensible.
Yes, I know I’m weird.
Or could that be why Mrs Beckham looks so out of it whenever she’s asked questions? She’s not being rude- she just can’t HEAR them. Hmm.