Wednesday 30 October 2013

Hypnotizing Photoshop GIF

Just a little reminder
The thing that really gets me is that this woman is a supermodel. She is alreadygorgeous! So they take a woman who is thin-but-curvy, with slender waist and large breasts, fine facial features and long thick mane, and think… “nah, too fugly, let’s fix that.” The person they make her isn't even her, that's what bothers me, it's like actual people are just templates for this Barbie that no one can ever ACTUALLY be. . .

“But I think the first real change in women’s body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boom—Beyoncé brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.” Tina Fey

Imma Dancing Bear

Friday 11 October 2013

Lorde has made it!

Way back in April our friend told us that the NZ artist Lorde was going to be big (http://thefilliesblog.blogspot.it/2013_04_07_archive.html) and now she is. Yeah!

And now she's doing an interview with The Guardian, here are some excerpts.
Lorde: 'The record company got straight away that I was a bit weird.'
On why she chose Lorde as her stage name – "I wanted an aristocratic title, but I wanted it to look feminine, like, aesthetically" 

 "When I meet Lorde, her debut single Royals has just sold 1m copies in the US, broken Alanis Morissette's record for the longest reign by a female artist at the top of Billboard's Alternative Chartand will – in a couple of weeks' time – dethrone Miley Cyrus from the top of the Hot 100."


"She should be back home in New Zealand, in Davenport, a suburb of Auckland that's apparently known locally as the Bubble – "because it's so insular and closed off from everything" – and which she describes, winningly, as "the kind of suburb that people make movies about, there's quite weird mums everywhere"."
""I haven't quit school," she frowns. "Technically, I'm still there. I don't really know how it's going to work. I'm a realist about the effect that doing what I'm doing now is going to have. You know, it's enough of a full-time thing. I actually feel like I'm doing work as opposed to sitting around waiting for my life to start, which is pretty awesome." Her thoughts about her education are interrupted by the arrival of her lunch. "Olives!" she exclaims delightedly. "I love olives. I'm not allowed to have any alcohol backstage, so I always ask for olives.""
"Perhaps her calmness has something to do with New Zealand, a country that, by her account, doesn't really go in for excitable celebrity culture: "I've had two of the biggest songs in the country and I can do exactly what I've always done. I can walk around, go to parties with my friends, it's still relatively casual." Or perhaps it's the result of what, by anyone's standards, seems a pretty unique musical apprenticeship. The daughter of a civil engineer (dad) and a writer (mum), she was signed aged 12 – "so young I didn't really feel like it was that much of a big deal" – after a record label talent scout saw a video of her singing in a school concert, "doing Warwick Avenue by Duffy. Not cool. Sorry.""
"...it took her a couple of years, and the arrival of co-writer and producer Joel Little, to come up with the songs she began posting online last year, insisting that her record label "leave it alone – don't promote it, no ads, let it grow organically" (things began moving when singer-songwriter Grimes tweeted a link to Lorde's Soundcloud page, having being alerted to its existence by "some random"). Some of the songs have turned up on her debut album Pure Heroine. You can understand why people have compared its chilly, hip-hop influenced electronic pop to Lana del Rey, but the real difference lies in the words, which Yelich-O'Connor writes alone, and which are uniformly fantastic, big on withering critiques of the glaring disparity between the moneyed glamorous lifestyle pop culture presents to its teenage consumers and the reality of their suburban lives."
"She sighs. "I'm like the most terrible person to go to a party with in the world, because I just can't enjoy it. I'm just thinking all the time about what it means and what the implications are. So everybody's getting fucked up and I just can't give myself over to it, because I'm thinking about" – she lets out a self-mocking laugh – "the archetypes of being a teen. I'm really interested in kind of weird social situations and cliques, watching girls vying for attention, watching how the popularity thing happens. I've always thought way too hard about everything." Another self-mocking laugh. "Not normal. It's really not healthy. I'm just a freak," she says, before turning back to her olives."

Can I just add that Royals is my shower jam, without a doubt an absolute gem!!!


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Tuesday 8 October 2013

Braving The World Without Common Sense

One hundred and one reasons it never works out.
For all those times you met the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time, just stop. If any word in the sentence was wrong then they weren't the right person, or they will be the right person you just need to appreciate the right and not the wrong.
For all the ways you wished you could change things, or make things different, just stop. You made your bed now lie in it, la frittata é fatta and you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. Life isn't clean or smooth or simple, and why would we want it to be?
That sinking feeling in your stomach is just the precursor to all the butterflies adrenaline will unleash, when you least expect it. Look at the map as a whole rather than one single route, you have so many options, just pick a road and hope it leads you where you want to be. And if it doesn't - you're in for the journey of a lifetime.

You don't have to have been to many places to have experienced many things and you don't have to have experienced many things to know where you want to go. Don't let yourself hold yourself back because it never works out, because it always keeps going.

Working 'it' out is a skill that eludes us all, and even those that seem to have 'it' worked out are making some mistakes one way or another; don't hold yourself back, don't hold others back and don't forget that you don't see by having your eyes open, you see when you let go of what hurts when you close your eyes. Let go of the bad memories because they are just memories with emotions attached, and emotions are subject to change.
Appreciate the time you wasted and learn that even time wasted is time spent doing something, so time is never wasted just reassigned. Common sense isn't a sense and it isn't common, it is a skill learned from mistakes and divined from tearstained tissues. And it isn't compulsory, just brave the world without it.