Women's Equality Day

So today is Women's Equality Day which means I can find joy in scrolling through the hashtag to find numerous feminist tweets. One's that make me think 'hell yeah you go girl, you fight for those rights'. Basically the type I love.

Because to quote my all time fave film (Titanic if you didn't know) 'Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy' which hits the nail on the head (obviously by a man because women doing DIY and using tools is one big NO.)

Unfortunately this trend has also been taken over by meninists or (less radically) people who do not see inequality (as every other female empowerment trend always is because why should women get to speak, am I right?)

I have to thank these tweets in a way, they help me feel a lot better at myself as I know that I'm not an arrogant fool who literally cannot see inequality even when staring you in the face (maybe you should go to Specsavers love.)

And of course there are many types of anti-feminist. There's the people who don't understand feminism and therefore don't support it (understandable but if you read up on it you're likely to agree so you should do it). Then there's people who see inequality but as a fact of life and not a problem which needs (urgently) addressing. There's people who don't see inequality and just want all these angry feminists (who are obviously on their period) to shut up (um mate maybe you'd be angry too if your gender was being constantly oversexualised and deemed to be weak and made fun of and highly domesticated on too many occasions). There's people who think that all feminists are 'butch lesbians' (we are not). There's also (and these are my favourite) people who think that women and men can't be equal because of the biological difference (sorry but that is just bullshit).

Out of the what-do-you-mean-you-want-equality tweets I've seen today, one of my faves has to be the one describing being female as 'boob privilege'. Now, clearly you don't have boobs because, if you did, you'd probably agree, it isn't really a privilege. Yeah boobs are great and all but they are super, super annoying and bras are super, super uncomfy. And, it wouldn't be 'boob' privilege even if it did exist, it would be 'big boob' or 'average sized with lots of assistance of a push up bra' privilege because that seems to be all guys ever want (in terms of boob size.)

And all these little extras and freebees that females get are totally within the capabilities of us women who receive them. It's not my fault that we are oversexualised and, because of that men think they can do things which claims ownership of us like buying us a drink (which is not an invitation to bed I'm afraid). If I could stop the sexualisation of women I would in a heartbeat, it's not nice to be harassed in the street because I made the time to look pretty (for myself) today (which you can read about here). But I can't. Why? Because I'm not the one sexualising women.

But this is a problem. Despite the feminist fight which ignites inside of me when I see these anti-feminist tweets, there is a huge problem.

There are women in the world being forced into marriage (often as children). Women being raped by boys who are 'just being boys'. There are women who are sexually harassed in the work place. There are women who are forced to raise children they don't want as single parents because abortion is not legal in their country. There are women who are scrutinised in the media because they didn't wear a bra (c'mon ladies #FreeTheNipple is where it's at) or because their swimsuit was revealing which, unless it's not covering the vagina or nipples (which is the whole point of a swimsuit as it should be as minimal as possible because then you get less awkward tan lines) then how is it revealing? Breaking news: woman has thighs and stomach and boobs which aren't completely covered by a bikini. I'm sorry to scare you like that, I bet that has come as a huge shock to you all.

So when you look at all these issues (and more, which you can find a list of on one of my favourite websites http://everydayfeminism.com/2016/02/160-examples-of-male-privilege/)  how can you have the guts to tell me inequality doesn't exist? And is that what you're really saying, or are you in fact saying 'yes I can see these issues but they just aren't important enough to accept' because, if you are, you are trash.

So I'm going to celebrate being a woman today and I'm also going to celebrate every other day that I walk this planet. Because female inequality is real and it is happening now. So I'm going to fight for the equality I deserve because, in the words of Rachel Platten's 2015 hit 'I've still got a lot of fight left in me'.

--- Aimee ---

Results Day

This morning I woke up to the typical 'good morning' text from Jack feeling anxious and rough. I hadn't been drinking, I had another reason to feel rough; I had slept awful. Why? Because today was results day and my body wanted me too know that, waking me up at 1am and again at 5.

7:40 was way too early for my body to even think about getting up but I forced myself to. I needed to get into school both for my own results but also to be supportive for my friends.

I was going to write this blog post but I didn't in fear of jinxing myself for the big day (that just sounds like I'm getting married; I'm not). But it would have made little difference, I got the results I was expecting which eased the sharp pain of disappointed I could have felt.

Thankfully I wasn't alone so I was able to laugh about the fact I got a U on one (of the two) exams I did. It didn't bother me, not anywhere near as much as it should have but I think it's better that way.

It's not because I was happy with getting a U. Of course I was annoyed (and can I just point out that I got a D in the subject overall so, actually, it wasn't that bad.) But yesterday I made myself adopt a positive attitude towards receiving my results. Worse case scenario I would have to retake two exams (shout out to English Lit for not being split into AS and A Level).

Two exams isn't the end of the world. If I had to resit two exams the world would still keep spinning, people would still die, it wouldn't really matter.

I think I needed this, to put a perspective on life (woah that sounds deep) to ensure my own sanity when I opened that dreaded envelope.

Despite the D that stood out on my results sheet (is that what it's called? I have no idea) there was another result which probably assisted my lack of worry. That result was a miraculous A which I was over the moon with. I'm still in shock that I could get an A (like seriously, cut the joke now, A's are not my thing.)

I've been on such a high all day (a personal pride high is legal don't worry). And it's (oddly) made me really excited for Year 13 and University (pft what a nutter). I'm just so extremely happy that sometimes hard work really pays off. I was so nervous of expecting an A (it seemed pretty ambitious despite how confident I felt with the subject) in fear that I would get nothing more than a C.

I think the most important thing that today has taught me is that believing in myself can be a worrying thing but that maybe I'm not always as awful at things as I first assume. And maybe that's just about the best lesson I could ever teach myself.

--- Aimee ---

Girl Groups

Growing up every teen chick flick seemed to revolve around one thing; girl groups. Ok yes, relationships and crushes often came in at a close second but were rarely present without this overpowering theme.

I was painted this picture that high school (well, secondary school) would be a magical time. That I would be bombarded with an overwhelming number of parties and social meet ups. Most of all, I was under the impression that these events would take place as the result of being part of a girl populated friendship group.

In high school (I won't bother correcting again) you meet friends, form your group and, bam, those are your friends. And then, on your journey to adulthood, you ditch a few but, ultimately, you keep the same friends.

And this probably isn't far from the truth. Timeless stories from my mum or dad shows that some friends are for life (not just for Christmas). Maybe, sometimes friendships do stand the test of time (wow apparently I've turned into a middle aged woman).

It's impossible to walk down the corridor at school without seeing a gaggle of girls (if girls had a collective noun I'm pretty sure it would be gaggle) huddled together (probably gossiping about the latest crush of the group).

Is it me? Am I the type of person that wants this. Someone who wants what 80% of girls at high school want. Does anyone actually want it or does their life just dump them there? I don't have the answer to how it happens or how it happens to the majority but leaves some of us stranded. Maybe we just don't fit in and we just have to search harder for the place in which we do fit.

I have only ever been part of two groups in my life and neither were female only. (I guess female only groups is usually a requirement and not a preference.) I think it's better that way. I'm all for girl power and the alike but girl groups leave me with one word; drama. Too much of it. I would rather lead my simple life with people who don't create or involved themselves in drama (relationship or otherwise.)

But my life hasn't been bad because of it. Maybe I have missed out on a conventional teenage girl sort of life but I'm still enjoying life in spite of that. It's not all that (here we are again with the middle aged woman quotes), having a group of girls to share your life with.

I think it's since the 'girls' and 'lads' holidays that I've paid more attention to this. It's made me wonder how I'm going to feel next year when its 'my' turn. Unless some kind of miracle happens I won't be partaking on one of these (and that doesn't bother me much at all). But (I think) I'm ok with that, with just living my life without meeting any sort of requirements or standards.

Perhaps I'm just bitter. Bitter like the person who hates doing the 100m sprint because they can never win and if they can never win then what is the point (unintentional reference to the Olympics.) Or perhaps I feel like an outsider because life hasn't been quite how I expected it. Or maybe I don't see the appeal because it has never personally affected me. After all, you can't miss something which you never had to begin with.

--- Aimee ---

Books Against Films

Books and films. Two things I love. The majority of people would be delighted to combine two things they loved but I can not share this delight for there are always issues. When you are so overwhelmed by a book you notice every tiny detail that the film misses out, usually leaving me with a sense of disappointment and thinking 'well that would have been a good film if I hadn't previously read the book'. That's all films based on books are usually, disappointments (with few expectations such as The Hunger Games Trilogy, they were outstanding).

I felt this disappointment yesterday when watching The Kite Runner. Having read the book whilst on holiday last week I was sceptic to whether it would be able to do Khaled Hosseini's masterpiece justice. It did not.

The disappointment began with the opening scene (one of the final chapters of the book) where the director had (for some strange reason) decided to split up the phone call from Rahim Khan to Amir and their later reunion by including the entirety of the storyline between these two scenes. This is where I began to doubt the film, it didn't seem to quite work as the relationship between Rahim and Amir had not been established (unless you had prior knowledge by having read the book.)

The second major issue I had (ignoring the fact that I had to watch the entire film in subtitles as it was spoken in Afghan which proved to be more effort than I was prepared to put in to watching a film) was that the film should have, without a doubt, have been narrated by the main character (Amir) as the book is written from his perspective. This problem with not including narration meant that key lines were missed as they did not feature in the book as speech, missing key moments and lacking inner thoughts, ruining the emotional effect of the book.

I highly recommend reading the book, it is a true masterpiece with focuses on some major issues such as war, rape, self harm and infertility. Unfortunately, the film failed to leave me the same overwhelming sensation that the book did due to missing out of some key areas addressed in the book. Self harm and infertility were given no mention in the film. (Infertility may have been hinted at but if it was I for one was unaware of it). However, themes such as death, punishment and regret were still strongly apparent in the film, much to my relief.

Other than these issues neglected by the film, there were many, many more inaccuracies.

The film showed very, very few scenes focusing on the friendship between Amir and Hassan, leaving an empty hole where the happiness of their friendship should be for the audience. The lack of focus that this was given severely impacted the film for me as many revelations nearing the end of the book were not foreseen in the film as they are in the book. Disregarding the importance of their friendship also disregards Hassan's inability to read (although I guess its assumed) and Amir's passion for writing;  proven only by the journal given to him by Rahim Khan for his birthday.

The book describes Hassan as having a cleft lip which is fixed by the operation Baba pays for as a birthday gift to Hassan which (spoilers) is found to be relevant later as it is discovered that Hassan is in fact Baba's son too (and not just the servant that he is viewed as.) The film neglects this issue that Hassan although this is perhaps understandable if taking into account the difficulty this would case to recreate. But, this is aa key moment in the film as, not only does it bring Hassan great happiness, it shows the dedication and love which Baba has for him.

Whilst in America following the fleeing of Afghanistan, Baba gets ill. The film only briefly touches on this with a hospital appointment one scene and then his funeral a few scenes later. The illness is never actually mentioned in the film whereas the book discusses it to be cancer (of which type I cannot remember.)

Then there is the inaccuracy in the infertility of Amir and his wife, Soraya which is never at all mentioned in the film. The book dedicates a few pages to this issue, enough to see the pain which has been inflicted by it. The couple do not have children in the film version but it is never stated that they cannot conceive and that this is the reason for being childless.

The revelation that Hassan was killed by the Taliban was bluntly put in the film in the line 'Hassan's dead' whereas the book took a more descriptive (and nicer) approach by describing the events leading up to this as well as the events which occurred afterwards.

Furthermore (yes the list continues), following Amir's journey to find Hassan's orphaned son Sohrab, Sohrab receives no introduction on who Amir is (poor kid). Sohrab then defended Amir by attacking Assef (you really need to read the book because you're likely to be very confused by now). Why would the kid defend someone when they had no idea who they were? And, during the scrap between Amir and Assef (and Sohrab I guess), the book shows Assef telling his guards not to enter the room and whoever walks out alive has won but there is no reference to this in the film, leading to the question of why did the guards stay out of the room the entire time when they were not instructed to? This also led to Amir being chased after (a pathetic chase of about 10 seconds) which should not have taken place as Amir won the fight fair and square (with the assistance of Sohrab).

The picture given to Amir in the letter he received from Hassan (although it was given to him by Rahim Kahn) contained a picture of (in the book) Sohrab and his mother and father. The film however only included a picture of Sohrab and his father, defeating the point that, when Sohrab says he is forgetting the appearance of his parents, Amir is able to show his the picture he has. (But, it's okay because they missed out that part of dialog in the film.)

Following the disappearance of Sohrab under the supervision of Amir, Amir visits the church (or it might be a mosque, I'm not sure) to find him. Amir heads this way due to Sohrab showing interest in it when they drove past, a scene excluded from the film, posing the question of how did Amir know where he would be?

The self harm which occurs and is the beginning of Sohrab's downfall is missed from the film. A significant event which causes friction between Sohrab and Amir which, according to the film, does not even take place. The troubles present both before and after the self harm (or possible suicide attempt) surrounding Sohrab being applicable for a Visa is also completely neglected. Sohrab (in the film) is able to get into America with no difficulties, a complete ignorance of the challenge Amir faces in the book to successfully get Sohrab into America. The mix of the struggle for a Visa and the suicide attempt (I really can't decide whether it fits more with suicide or self harm) complete the struggles for Sohrab and give reason to his negative views on life and subsequent attitude. This negative attitude is only implied in the film through the lack of communication with Amir and Soraya.

In the future I might continue my belief that I stuck to with The Longest Ride; don't watch the film if you've read the book, it will only disappoint.

--- Aimee ---

My Happy Place

It's one of those poplar questions to be asked; 'where is your happy place?' Upon being asked this many people would surely struggle to find an immediate answer. How many people really know where they are truly happy?

I've given two answers to this question (well two aloud anyway). One being my gran's house and the other (in later years) being the cancer research shop. I guess it's quite sad, having a shop as your happy place but it's such a cute shop and it makes me feel like I'm doing good in the world. Surely no charity shop purchase can be seen as a bad buy?

Not the usual answers I suppose although I'm not entirely sure what a 'usual' answer would be. I suppose it would be a park or a city; somewhere with many memories attached to it. Happy memories likely to span many years. The truth is I probably do have places like this just not any that immediately come to mind (well done for the awful memory Aimee). 

These were the answers I would have given if I had been asked this prior to a few weeks ago because, a few weeks ago I realised I had been wrong. I realised that my happy place wasn't a house or a shop, it was a room, my bedroom.

Sad as it may be it is the place I am happy. In my own company in a familiar place. Plus, what's not to love? I am surrounded by a lifetime of presents, purchases and pictures. I can sit and observe all the aspects of my room that I love and which bring me happiness, as described in more detail here (ooo a hyperlink, how fancy). After all, how can you not love the place that is the best portrayal of who you are that exists?

Without sounding too much like a loner with no friends (which is hard to do when that's pretty much what I am), I do enjoy my own company and the freedom to do whatever I want. The absolute bliss of being able to watch a film, read a book or blog without having to leave my room is something I treasure.

It's not always being alone that makes me happy. I love meeting people (in my room) or calling people (in my room). No, in all honesty I do like going out and actually doing things in my life but, at the end of the day all I really want is to crawl back into my bed and watch an episode of Gogglebox for the 15th time (I wish I was exaggerating).

It would be silly to say my room (or more importantly my bed) is the only thing that makes me happy. The list isn't that simple. Who could say a walk in the country or on the beach isn't one of the most relaxing and fulfilling past times which allows so much happiness to be felt? A sense of relief and a carefree nature. But of course there is no happiness quite like being in the comfort and security of Jack's arms at the end of a bad day (#cringe).

I guess it doesn't matter really, where your happy place is, as long as you know where it is so, at the end of a long, stressful day, you can crawl (not literally or you will resemble the mental state of the female in 'The Yellow Wallpaper') and be happy.

--- Aimee ---

One Size Fits All

No, contrary to the common belief, one size does not fit all. It's a myth, of course it is. How can one size fit all when a size 10 dress doesn't even fit all size 10s?

It's because there is one thing shops seem to forget when sizing up their clothes; boobs. I don't have a large stomach and I don't have broad shoulders but I have boobs and, when shopping, they are a really pain (and no that's not just from wearing a bra).

My boobs are the bane of my life when it comes to clothes shopping; nothing too tight but nothing too loose. Not too revealing but still comfortable. (Urgh girl with large boobs complaining about her struggles. Sorry, it's probably annoying but just be thankful that your boobs are in proportion to your body.)

I guess it's not just boobs they forget, it's legs too. Let me and my short and stumpy legs shop in peace. Please. The correlation between height and size is wrong and, generally, just very confusing.

Clothes are complicated. Very complicated; dresses especially. How am I supposed to find a dress that fits when my lower half is screaming size 8 and my upper half a 10. Size 10 isn't massive, that's not the problem. The problem is that women come in all shapes and sizes and clothes shops just don't cater for that. I struggle into my size 8 tops knowing full well they may rip at any moment during the awkward putting on process. Or getting it off. They are both a struggle. It's no fun, trying to squeeze into outfits because, even if you had the money to get it in a bigger size, it then wouldn't fit the rest of your body.

To add to insult, there are clothes which look gorgeous. Petite summer dresses which you look at and think 'wow I want that. I want to look that cute'. But it just isn't meant to be. People have ideas in mind when they design clothes, of course they do but sometime things shouldn't be available if they are just going to look dreadful. Some clothes are designed for smaller sizes so don't try to make the same style dress suit a size 6 and a size 16, it isn't going to work.

Being short doesn't help the issue. Apparently if you're short you are a size 6/8 and tall a size 10/12 (we'll talk compared to my feeble 5"6 (that sounds about right, I don't know my exact height). Anything long is a no go; dresses, play suits, dungarees. You name it and I've probably tried it on and stood on tip toes trying not to fall over my own feet.

Are small people not allowed clothes? Please explain this to me. It's highly unreasonable for me and my short legs.

The other week I tried on a long play suit. Well, I say 'tried on' I attempted to try it on. It was unsuccessful. I got just below my hips before I thought to myself 'there is no hope struggling, this is not getting past my hips. My hips. My hips which stick out, like every other girl. Why is it so hard for retailers to comprehend that if something needs to go past my hips in order to be put on then it needs to be bigger. This was a size 10 play suit (one which, in all honesty, I probably would have tripped over anyway.)

Shopping is stressful enough as it is, don't make me guess which size I need to pick up today. Why is it that I can still fit into size 8's in New Look but have to buy size 12's at Topshop? Two whole sizes is way too broad, how the hell am I supposed to know which is the more accurate one? (Although in this case it's obviously New Look because I don't have the body that Topshop account for.)

It's no wonder really that clothes is almost always a no-go as presents go (unless it's for a man, then sizing seems to be miraculously easy) and let's not even get started on online shopping.

I guess I'm stuck. Lured in by New Look's summer sales and Primark's affordable (and reasonable, I'm not one to buy a £20 top, I don't see the point) prices. Trapped in the world of inaccurate sizing's and frustrating shopping. A world where size 6's are A cups and size 14's are D cups (sorry all, that's not quite how it works).

So don't worry lads, it's not just you being stupid, women's sizing makes no sense and confuses us too.

--- Aimee ---

Truck Festival (Take 2)

Ah Truck Festival, how wonderful you were (again). A weekend filled with laughs, music and festival food (Wok and Roll where were your tofu noodles at? I was looking forward to those but it was ok because the burrito from elsewhere made up for it.)

Attending with a first time festival goer my dad, it was quite an experience. Whereas a avid festival goer myself (yes, one previous festival makes me an avid fan) not much of the festival life bothered me, my dad's two complaints were the quality of the toilets (eh, understandable) and the lack of kebabs (less understandable).

It started off not so great when, after being at the festival for a few house I realised I had forgotten my hairbrush. What a moron. Saved by the high ponytail and the girl who leant me her brush (thanks you absolute babe) it proved to be less of a problem than I had first thought. It was, at least, less of a problem than the 'instant' porridge my dad had brought that was only 'instant' with milk and a microwave (someone didn't read the small print).

The camping side of things was actually pretty good (as good as camping can be that is) and it only took two attempts to fit the tent into the bag (pretty impressive if you ask me)

There were three major band highlights for me this year (oddly one for each day.)

On the Friday we saw Neck Deep and it was amazing. After seeing them in April (thanks Jack) I knew it would be brilliant and it did not disappoint. Handing over to the crowd for a verse of 'A Part of Me' made me melt inside. Utterly beautiful. It was one of those moments that there just aren't the words to describe the sensation. It was all worth it, even if it did result in a semi lost voice.

For me, the second highlight came on the Saturday night. Manic Street Preachers headlined (shout out to my dad for coming to the whole weekend when this was the only band he wanted to see.) The atmosphere was terrific. Opening with 'Motorcycle Emptiness' (I have never felt more alive than I did during this beautiful number) and ending with 'A Design for Life' the set could not have been better. Dragging my dad into the mosh pit (it wasn't the best mosh pit granted) proved to be very fun and not too injury worthy.

The third came with Kodaline's performance last night (although the water fight in the crowd prior to their performance was also pretty memorable). Despite not being an avid fan, I was able to enjoy their songs and the brilliant atmosphere which came with this. In all honesty I could have easily burst into tears during either 'The One' (an absolutely epic love song) or 'All I Want' (the saddest break up song I have ever heard. 'But if you loved me why did you leave me'. Everyone can relate to those lines, it is just magical.)

So that was Truck 2016, hoping to see you next year and if there is one thing that this weekend has taught me it's that you should never go braless if moshing may occur, it is not comfortable. (And also don't take chocolate to a festival and leave it in a tent, especially digestive biscuits but that is probably a given.)

--- Aimee ---

A Fed Up Feminist

'So women want to be treated equal but still want us to hold doors open for them?'

Oh sorry, did it inconvenience you to be a helpful person; not a gentleman, a person.

In 2016 do people really still believe equality is about holding doors open? Really? Like proper educated individuals?

Equality, believe it or not, cover issues a bit more serious than feeling like you have to hold a door open (you will never get those 10 seconds of your life back, what a tragedy).

It's time to rise and shine and smell the oppression (it probably smells like Lynx). Stop complaining about opening doors and start complaining that women are oppressed (it really would be a much better use of your time and I won't feel the urge to punch you.)

As a top that I fell in love with yesterday read (it was love at first sight), Fuck the Patriarchy.

Yes, there is an image of masculinity which is pushed upon but does it really impact you that much? Are you going to start working out because of the pressures in society or because you want to impress females and yourself?

Are you forever forced to be skinner in order to be pretty? Are you scrutinised for saying you love your body when society thinks otherwise? Are you made to buy bigger sizes at clothes shops (it really knocks your confidence) who cater for size 6 models because this is their ideal?

And why is it that almost any clothes shop feel the need to make women's clothes either; partially see through (where is the practicality?), lacy (come on, we all know lace is supposed to be sexy), low cut (we all know the degrading vocabulary which correlates with this), short (I'll probably be slut shamed for wearing a skirt anyway, do you need to make them so short?), uncomfortable (I don't think fashion is always worth it's pain), awkwardly sized (no, my hips and boobs aren't in proportion to the rest of my body, can we please stop assuming they are), sexist (yes Primark I'm talking to you with your pink love heart shaped football shirts, give it a break), tight (I'm always going to sweat so could we please make this less obvious when I do) or grey (talk about the sweat patches! Grey tops should not exist.)

Are you confined to the tiny area between too much makeup and not enough? Between too masculine but not feminine enough? Between too tall and too short? Too skinny and too fat? Too loud or too quiet?

Maybe I don't need to fit any criteria because I'm not trying to impress anyone. Why is anyone ever described as 'too' anything? What criteria are we trying to meet? It can't be perfection because society will never let us be perfect, or even feel it. Comfortable in our own bodies, where's the profit in that?

Do you have to face being degraded while being referred to as 'honey' or 'sweetie' or 'darling'? No, I'm not a 1950's housewife who is happy catering for her husbands needs so stop treating me like it. I don't care if you are male or female, don't refer to me in a way which states 'aw nice try, you did your best' or, more sexist-ly 'you did well (for a female)'. We all know that's what you mean. 'You did very well but you're a woman so you can't be that good can you?'

Do you get mocked for wanting equality? Do you get told to 'calm down' because you're a woman angry with her society? I think I have a perfectly good reason to be angry, stop making me feel bad for doing so. No, somebody is NOT on their period, somebody is fed up of being oppressed.

Do you grow up needing to learn how to be 'wife material' or are you instead told how you're going to 'break hearts' when your older? Do family friends comment on you being a 'fine young lady' (which we all know means being delicate, polite and attractive.) Are you pushed (from an early age) to believing you must have a family to be deemed someone who's 'made it'? Forced into believing a stable family home with kids (after marriage of course) is the ultimate goal. Are you questioned on whether you will be able to balance kids and a job? Will you be questioned upon offloading you kids for the day whilst you go to work (you've got to pay for the kids somehow).

Is your gender associated with being weak and incapable? In need of helping (a damsel in distress if you will). In need of a man to make her feel complete (just read a book or watch a sad film, it's much cheaper).

Do you have to fight for equality or do you already have it?

--- Aimee ---

Defining Emo

Define emo.

What springs to mind? Black? Metal? Piercings? Goth?

'This song makes me feel so emo'. Yes I have said that on many occasions when listening to classics such as Welcome To The Black Parade (how can you not feel emo listening to that?)

If I was to define 'emo' I would put it somewhere between screamo and punk; easier to understand than scream but deeper (and darker) than punk.

According to the reliable source that is Google, an emo 'is overly sensitive and full of angst or adopts a certain style characterized by dyed black hair, tight t-shirts and jeans'.

So, am I an emo?

I'm not ashamed to say that I dyed my hair black to be more emo, but I've come to the realisation that I'm not any more emo than a 5 year old boy who listens to Take That (who are/were (are they even together any more?) a pretty good band - this isn't me hating on them.)

Anyway, I don't know who I was kidding thinking a simple box (well two, oh the joys of thick hair) would magically transform me from the shy kid in class to a rebellious and, well, emo one I guess.

I guess a part of me wanted a change so I could at least pretend I was a different person. I still think that it makes me feel as though the friends I used to have really don't know me know, sometimes people don't recognise me and I'm happy about that. I'm happy that people who used to know me don't recognise me because I'm not the same person anymore and people should know that.

But honestly, I couldn't be emo if I tried.

I'm more like that shy kid that secretly (secretly meaning not hiding it, just not talking about it) listens to punk (or whatever the hell the music I listen to is actually classed as).

How can I say if I'm emo or not when I don't even know what an 'emo' is?

I'd like to think I'm too nice and approachable to be an emo (although I have been informed that people think I'm a bitch and am not approachable at all...oops). But is being 'emo' even about the type of person you are? Is it not more about the music you listen to? Even then which bands are exactly 'emo'?

Gerard Way stated that emo, to him, was 'fucking garbage' and 'a pile of shit' (his words not mine). Yet My Chemical Romance still feature majorly in discussions on the topic of emo music. It begs the question on who can define which genre(s) a band belongs to? Doesn't it depend on the album or even the song?

In my opinion The Black Parade is an emo (or at least what the majority of people class as emo) album whereas Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (what a rad album name) is not emo, nah (na, na na na, na na na), it's not even close.

But people have different opinions. Pop lovers think anything angrier than James Blunt (another fab artist - not a dig) are heavy bands.

Here's the thing, if you are ruling out any band who you class as 'emo' you are probably missing some truly great music. Some music is loud, some is angry, some focuses on real issues; it doesn't make them emo. Listen to different music and live a little, bring out your inner emo.

And, as I close this blog post (I'm not really sure if what I currently have has any purpose so I figure I'll end it here before I keep rambling on about things that might not even be emo), I realise the two most emo things in my room are my Green Day calendar (who aren't even emo) and my winged eyeliner (which I like to think is stylish and not just the singular aspect which groups me with other emos.)

I'm not emo and I never have been; oh well it was worth a try.

--- Aimee ---

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Legally Blonde (and Highly Sexist)

After constant criticise for not having seen Legally Blonde (from Nicole due to it being her favourite film) I decided to give in and watch it.

My immediate reaction was 'wow this film isn't the girly piece of shit I was expecting' (no offence Nicole).

So yes the film was good. Very good actually. I really enjoyed it.

It had it's fair share of humorous and serious moments; just the right balance.

But, as (I hope) anyone who's seen the film knows, the film presents the audience with many sexist moments (displayed in a comedic way as to not offend of course).

Elle Woods. She is a stereotypical blonde. All about the fashion and beauty. Definitely not about the brains. All she cares for is a guy. She's the type of character that I would like to slap in the face and teach about real life, although, I do credit her self-motivation.

A brief overview if you haven't watched the film: Elle Woods chases after her ex boyfriend which leads to her going to Harvard to prove her worth to him (and doesn't even end up with him.)

Let's start with the fact that Elle is accepted into Harvard by a group of white, middle aged men with their decision purely being based on her looks. It's highly uncomfortable to watch a group of businessmen viewing a young woman as an object of pleasure.

These men didn't chose Elle because of her potential as a Law student, they chose her because of her looks. I'm sorry, did someone say sexism?

Despite the fact that this (I hope) wouldn't happen in real life, there are so many things that are wrong about this but there wouldn't be a film without this plot so I guess I'll leave it alone.

Studying Law purely to prove yourself to a guy screams sexism. No one is that committed, there really is more to life than a guy, especially one who doesn't even want you. The whole concept is borderline stalking and, switching which gender the character who is pursuing the other is, I'm sure this point would be picked up on a lot more.

Elle Woods is not a typical female success, it takes her while to understand her own capabilities. By the end of the film she is able to prove women can be 'girly' and be smart (and the ability to put this asset to good use.)

I guess it's okay not to address Legally Blonde as sexist; it was meant as a light-hearted girl power film, not a mockery of females.

But it does mock them. And, what's worse is that she's blonde. Poor girl, she really did have no hope.

And it's not as if it's Elle's fault. Her society has led her to believe she is incapable of being a success (well, based on her brains anyway.) It's no wonder the girl thrives in her beauty and fashion, what other choice does she have?

Yes, Elle is able to overcome the stereotypical image of a dumb blonde but you mustn't forget how she got there; by chasing a guy.

Thankfully, Elle doesn't get back with her ex and finally learns that she is more than just a pretty face; an excellent message to give. By the end of the film she seems to have her priorities right, focusing on her own success and forgetting her previous intention.

I'm not sure whether the whole thing is a comedic dig at blondes or if it's a realistic portrayal of female power. I finished the film with a lack of knowing how I really felt.

I strongly believe that, in the film, there are two versions of Elle Woods. Version one is girly, dumb, makeup loving and, to be honest, a character who I do not like. Version two however is strong, smart and capable; that's the kind of character I like to see.

I could never visual myself as Elle Woods at the start of the film, but Elle Woods at the end is something I think I could become.

Hell yeah I could become a female success but not to impress a guy, I wouldn't stoop so low.

--- Aimee ---

Calling Out Cat Callers

Summer. Cat calling. Oh don't those two fit hand in hand.

Last week I was lucky enough to be informed, through the act of cat calling, that men found me attractive. Oh what a privilege that was. Finally I could believe that I was beautiful. Thank god I could finally see my own beauty, my own worth...oh wait I've known that for years and it didn't come about because a few twenty something guys told me.

No, I don't like cat calling. No it's not complimentary; it's just plain rude.

It isn't because I'm a feminist.

It's because I'm a self respecting female who doesn't wish to be treated as an object.

Why, why, why. Why do people find it necessary to voice their opinions in a gross and degrading way.

Yes I often aim to look good but, if you're going to be distasteful about it then please just keep your opinions to yourself. I do not need your approval to feel good about myself. I do not base how I look on how many men I can catch the attention of.

Do people really still believe that is a nice and considerate thing to do? Have people ever believed that or has cat calling always been a way to show dominance and power?

Don't cat call me. Don't cat call me. Don't fucking cat call me.

I am a 17 year old girl. I am not an object who exists for your pleasure. I am going to go far in this world and no, it's not because of how I look.

Don't objectify me. I am a human being and I deserve to be treated like one.

I shouldn't have to think twice about what I'm wearing because I may get made to feel uncomfortable by men who seem to be unable to keep their opinions to themselves.

Am I being naïve about this whole thing? Am I missing something? Was the educating on how to be a moron something I missed out on because of my sex?

Cat calling is not appropriate, not in summer, not ever.

What do people gain from making others feel uncomfortable?

There is nothing and I mean nothing pleasant about being cat called. All it does is make that person feel like nothing more than an object who isn't even worthy enough to be respected as a human being.

So next time you open your foul mouth to shout some form of sexist remark, don't. Instead to something much nicer, be a decent human being and keep your mouth shut.

--- Aimee ---