Monday, December 17, 2007

Ho! Ho! Fricken Ho!

With exactly one week until Christmas I have noticed that 'goodwill' is suffering a painful demise. Shopping can be likened to the Running With the Bulls and my colleagues are so fatigued that when you ask them how they are they respond with 'shit' and don't bother to ask you, knowing that you will respond in kind.

I, however, am determined to be as festive as the fat man himself and have played countless Christmas games, exposed my students to the wonderous Hanson Christmas album, taken part in three different Kris Kringles, baked Christmas cookies, bought an obscene amount of candy canes and Christmas crackers, updated my fluff pet to wear a santa hat on Facebook and sent cards to everyone I have known in the last five years.

Bah-humbug!

Monday, December 10, 2007

I'll Tell You What I Want? What I Really, Really Want?

I have two complaints and despite being completely unrelated, both demonstrate that humanity has evolved to become brain cell deprived.

Number one. My darling, yet clearly unhinged, partner has introduced a new word into his vernacular and, quite frankly, it sucks. I'll let you be the judge. Are you ready? No really... take a deep breath....
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"Gay-cakes"


Now let me give you some context. It is meant as an offensive term, as in 'Not Another Teen Movie was gay-cakes'. My problem, apart from the fact that it sounds ABSURD is that it implies that both 'gay' and 'cakes' are bad things, of which they clearly are not:



grrrllllll...



Next on my agenda is an article I read in todays Herald Sun. Yes, the fact that it was the Herald Sun is a dead giveaway to the 'credibility' of the wonderful piece of prose you expect, but that does not mean I am no less peeved about the content. The article is available here if you wish to join in with my poorly expressed outrage: http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22901387-5012974,00.html
Anyhoo, the 'story' was about James Blunt bedding hundreds of young girls at a ski resort in Switzerland. I angrily noted that if this was about a female:
1. The headline would not be 'Snow Bunnies Melt' it would be 'Get An AIDS Test, You Whore!'

2. The experience would not be likened to a conquest, nor would they refer to a woman's past as her 'form' like its a competitive sporting event for which she's been training.

3. The accompanying picture would not look like James Blunt does, with a happy, cheeky little grin and cute, curly hair that you just want to ruffle. No, it would instead splash an image of an overly sexualised, 'Britney-without-her-undies-esque', trashy young woman next to it.

The only redeeming feature about page 22 of the Herald Sun is that the Spice Girls may be touring Melbourne. Now there's something to be happy about.

GIRL POWER!