Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Why being a woman is WAY better than being a man.

Historically women have had a pretty shit deal in comparison to men but as we have progressed and men have realised that we are their superior equal, I for one think it is rather splendid being a woman in a so-called 'mans world'. Now we get to do all the shit that men do but can still use our feminine wiles whenever we fancy. We put up with that crap for years, it is only fair that we get to pull out the damsel in distress when need be. 

So next time you start to moan about our hardships (having to wear make-up, dealing with our monthly foe) see them as advantages. Because be honest, painting your face is fun and we'd be livid if someone took away our foundation.

Let's examine then, what it is that makes us the way better sex to be.

We can use how easy it is to make men uncomfortable to our advantage. The great thing about being a woman is that men don't/don't want to understand women and being the intelligent creatures that we are we have learnt to utilise this. There are two things that men can't deal with; tears and our lady time. If you want to get rid of them for a bit either cry about your failed poached egg (what? It RUINED your breakfast) or ask them to go and buy you tampons. These are your get out jail free cards ladies, use them wisely.

We can use make-up to enhance our looks. If you are a guy you pretty much have to accept that this is your face and it will always be your face. But we women can use all sorts of make-up wizardry to make our lashes endless, our skin luminous, our lips juicy and blemishes a thing of myth. Note that I used the word enhance. Obviously most of the time, underneath all the war paint, we all look sublime anyway...well maybe not Barbie.















Our hair is a playground. Our hair may give us a lot of grief but for most of us it is quite literally our crowning glory, so it would devastate us if our options were short, not quite as short or...deep breath...bald. How boring boy hair must be. We can highlight it, cut it, curl it, straighten it, ombre it, plait it (I could go on) whilst combing it slightly more to the left is about as exciting as it gets for guys. All those hot sticks and tongs are not instruments of torture they are our toys. That's not to say it's not a lengthy game. The whole 'just rolled out of bed' look? Yeah we wish, it took half an hour of curling, an hour of waiting for it to drop and a futher 15 minutes of careful teasing so it looks messy not tatty. Suck on that next time you think we haven't made an effort.


We can dance in bars without looking like complete fools. One of the best things about a night out with the girls is getting to drop it like it's hot (even when it probably isn't) and revel in our delusion that for that drunken moment we have the gyrating hips and sexual allure of Beyonce. I'm all for equality but if you're a boy and you do more than a slight sway, you WILL look like a nob. We love Justin Timberlake and pay good money to see him thrust rhythmically at us on stage but if he walked in to a bar and started popping and locking we'd be a little bit sick. It's not the time or the place.



Fashion is much more fun for us. Oh the joy of shopping (on the days when everything seems to fit nicely that is, on those bad days we run the risk of carrying the title arsonist around with us for the rest of our lives), we can experiment with so many prints, shapes, patterns and lengths. We can be sophisticated, girly, sexy, slutty, demure, quirky etc. whilst men can be smart or drum roll.......casual. Take awards ceremonies for example, it's no wonder the focus is always on the women. Here is how the commentary would go otherwise:

 "Here comes Brad with Angelina and just look at the cut on that black tux...and here's Leo, looks like he's gone for a charcoal grey suit...oh no sorry, it is black... ohhh but you can always rely on Johnny Depp to push the boundaries. Look at the satin lapel on that black tuxedo, a big risk but it may have just thrown him into the fashion stratosphere..." 

We'd be on the edge of our seats...






If we get cold, there is always a mans coat we can wear. When you're planning on dancing the night away, you don't want to be lugging a coat around with you. One of two things will happen; stuff will get spilt on it or you will lose it. Men however will always wear a coat or jumper in winter and out of a sheer desire to be masculine, they will freeze and give it to you at the end of the night. So make your boyfriend take his duffel coat that night or if you're flying solo scope out the guy with the warmest looking outerwear early on and walk to the taxi rank with him. Bonus if he's hot.


We can enjoy candles without being mocked. Man, woman or dog, everyone loves a candle, fact. The way they change the ambience of a room with their pretty little flickering flame and titillate the nostrils with their delicate fragrance. But whilst we can wander round Zara Home smelling every last one thinking long and hard about whether to go for coconut vanilla rather than just standard vanilla, men have to swiftly knock the least feminine one they can find into their trolley during a dash around Asda and pray that the cashier wont see it hidden amongst all the beer. And god forbid they light it when their mates are round, even though secretly all of them are dying to get the matches out.





We don't have to deal with having a penis. I know men probably don't see this as an issue (they bloody love their little soldier) but I cannot get my head around having something of that size attached my crotch for my entire life, especially if that little soldier constantly gave the game away by standing to attention whenever he was, er, happy. And all I can think about is the discomfort. How do they sit on a bike?! Lance Armstrong may have had his medals taken off him for doping but I think he deserves them for simply sitting on the seat for that long. Ouch.

Women can stare all they want and not be pervs. When men leer at women they're considered disgusting and pigs (even George Clooney would lose his charm if he was slobbering over a pair of double d's) but if women eyeball a male adonis it's all in good fun, plus their egos love it. Bit of a double standard but what can you do? Women grow up to be cougars, guys just become dirty old men. 

Urinals are gross. Public toilets in general are not the place to hold a gathering but there is nothing more disgusting than the overwhelming stench of a urinal, it actually stings your eyes. Not only that but where is the privacy? Yes women often share a cubical with a friend but we know this person, why should anyone be expected to urinate infront of a complete stranger?! I can sort of understand why guys would rather wee in the street, although I do think that is more out of laziness than a desire to avoid said urinals.
  
We can drink fruity looking drinks without shame. When summer hits nothing is more refreshing than an ice cold glass of rose or a fruity little cocktail, but for some reason it is just not acceptable for a guy to drink a passionfruit daquiri through a straw. Order a beer or go home.





We hold all the sexual power. As Ross Gellar once wisely pointed out, women can use sex as a weapon. Men are always up for it so if we want it, we have it. If we don't want it however, they don't get it. And then they sulk.


We've always been crafty buggers. Behind every great man and all that...

Monday, 20 January 2014

10 things that annoy me about Sex and The City

As a woman I do love Sex and the City but after watching it from the beginning again I can't ignore the many ways it infuriates me sometimes.

As the shows protagonist it is understandable that Carrie comes under fire more than Charlotte, Miranda or Samantha, but out of the four of them she really can be a complete arsehole. Not only does she say some ridiculous things "sometimes I would buy Vogue instead of dinner, I felt it fed me more" (excellent role model) she is so bloody needy. Who the hell says to their boyfriend "just tell me I'm the one." If you have to force it out of him, you're probably not.

Here are 10 things that annoy me about Sex and The City. There are more but 10 is a nice round number.

Carrie just can't help but wonder. Carrie absolutely loves preceding every rhetorical question with "I couldn't help but wonder." I understand that her articles are meant to be all thought-provoking and what-not but seriously? I couldn't help but wonder, is there no other way of verbalising your thought process?

Miranda's a clever lawyer so she can't care about style. Miranda's character is too intelligent and serious to even dream about wearing decent outfits. Women can't practice law AND be stylish all at the same time, don't be silly, that would be asking too much of our intellectual capacity. Clearly it had been a particularly trying week at the office when she blindly chose this get-up.



Charlotte is actually a bit of a goer. Charlotte may be considered the "prudish" one in SATC but I'm almost certain she's getting it more than Miranda and Carrie. Well before she got married to Trey MacFlaccid that is. What's the point of having a three date rule if you simply wait until date three, get your end away and then discard the guy straight after anyway? Oh and it's OK to throw this rule out of the window for an actor who she met in the gallery, well you know he is famous even if he is a tool.

For someone in PR, Samantha could be a tad more discreet. For example the episode where Samantha books in for a massage with "extras" (that she didn't receive) then exclaims rather loudly that she paid a lot of money expecting to be "eaten out" at the Women in the Arts dinner.  How can someone be such a successful PR exec when they themselves are pretty much a PR disaster? Carrie probably couldn't help but wonder about this one for days. 
 

Carrie can't afford a bra. She may be able to afford a lovely one bed apartment in the middle of Manhattan and to swan around solely in high end designer clothes and shoes (what bank is still giving this woman credit?) but her writers salary couldn't stretch as far as as some boob support. What's the point of having a no nudity clause if you're going to let it all hang out anyway SJP? FYI, we've all seen your nips.

No-one would pay £400 plus for some of those shoes. In the early series of SATC some of the footwear was unquestionably hideous. I know that it was the nineties but come on, they still had eyes. How could someone drop a ridiculous amount of cash on and revel in the beauty of a pair of shoes that shops in St. Helens wouldn't even stock? Check out this video that features some of Sex and the City's WORST shoes.




I know what you're thinking, those blue ones with the flowers. Vom.

Why do they all have their own apartments? I can understand Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte renting their own gaffs but would it not make more financial sense for Carrie to buddy up and rent a two bed with someone? She doesn't even use the bloody kitchen anyway. I would like a breakdown of her incomings and outgoings. Unless she's moonlighting as a high-class escort someone is definitely bankrolling her on the sly.

They make our love lives seem pathetic. Considering they meet all sorts of eligible men at the gym/park/work/vet/psychiatrists waiting room (alarm bells Carrie)and go on an average of three dates a week, they make that guy we meet in a bar once a month, awkwardly text for a couple of days and then never see again seem pitiful and our efforts rather futile. Cheers guys, you carry on moaning about that great guy whose penis is just too big...

If you're Carrie's friend prepare for everyone to know all your shit.
If I was Charlotte, Miranda or Samantha I wouldn't tell Carrie jack shit. Carrie's column is pretty much her diary so effectively she just uses her friends relationship issues as fodder to pay her rent. I also can't help but wonder (hopefully I'll get tired of that soon...) if Big had read her column (and he definitely would have, it's Facebook stalking without the stalking) surely he would have realised what a douche he was being and if Aidan had read it wouldn't he have known about her affair?

Some of Carrie's outfits are actually ridiculous. Yeah so she took a few fashion risks but if we hadn't been brainwashed into thinking she was a style icon and we'd seen our next door neighbour swanning around in some of her ensembles, we'd assume they'd been hitting the gin. Take these looks for example:

 
1. Carrie actually enters her apartment wearing this which means she has been outdoors in it and the streets of New York have seen her fanny.

2. I can't even look at this one for too long without feeling a little nauseous.

3. The lack of tights and the hideous sandals tells me it can't be fur coat cold. Is there even anything under the coat? As my grandmother would have said, all fur coat and no knickers.

4. Don't even get me started on how pointless this belt is.

SATC, I still love you in spite of your flaws but if you do make a third film please attempt to correct some of these issues. I haven't even gotten into what annoys me about the films but they ABSOLUTELY didn't need a car each in film two, carbon footprint guys...





Thursday, 14 November 2013

Bonfire of the scrunchie

 
Last night I went to Almost Famous to get my mouth around one of their succulent burgers and thought I'd stumbled upon some sort of eighties/nineties theme night when I saw not just one but THREE of the waitresses with scrunchies in their hair. It nearly put me off my burger. It's not just here either, they're popping up EVERYWHERE. I know a throwback to the nineties is all trendy right now but this is crossing the line. Too far, TOO BLOODY FAR.




When exactly did it become acceptable to start wearing these monstrosities again? Especially when there are a plethora of other hair-tying devices at our disposal these days. A friend of mine once used her lace thong (clean obviously) to tie up her barnet and personally I think that this is a better option.



There are only two times we should allow the use of a scrunchie in public. 1. Fancy dress. 2. If there is absolutely nothing else you could use and your hair is greasier than Spencer Matthews. On second thoughts, I'd be less offended by chip-pan hair than a scrunchie. 



When I saw pictures of Prince Harry's new bird Cressida Bonas, who we know through photographic evidence owns more than one, I was worried for the future of the monarchy. Kate Middleton would never do this to us.




I'm willing to bet that 80% of East London ladies (maybe even some of the men) now have scrunchies, because they're cool like that, but they're starting to slip onto the heads of everyday people. The minute we see Victoria Beckham wearing one it's game over.
 

I'd like to propose we start a fashion bonfire night to burn all of them. We could hold it once a year and do mass burning of all fashion items that have offended us in the last twelve months. While we're at it lets chuck crop-tops on there. I've been subjected to one too many bare, flabby midriffs this year. If you haven't got it, don't flaunt it.



Let's stop the crisis now before it's too late.