Jun 27, 2012

All Growed Up

Sometimes you fear they will never grow up, never mature, and you wish they would.

Other times you want to freeze them in their youth so they don't grow up, and you fight to halt the process.

Mostly, you just let nature take its course. What will be, will be, at their own pace, when they're ready.

Occasionally they blow your mind.

Especially when they go from this...
...to this.





























































For a tomboy who, in general, hates dresses, never wears makeup, and didn't have to search too hard when told to put on daggy clothes before having her hair and face done for her School Formal, I think my daughter scrubs up pretty well.

It started with hair...

Beautifully done by my god-daughter, Emma



...continued with the face...



... then we gathered up some bling...



... threw on the Project D (Dannii Minogue) dress which appeared in Vogue.com, no less, when the label was launched two years ago...


...slipped on some sparkly shoes...



... and voila.

























Note: I have cropped this photo as I don't think it's proper of me to post shots of other kids without permission, but I wanted to slip in one of the gorgeous wrist corsage she was given by her date.




I almost forgot to include The Mustang. The boys were impressed.

















That's my girl.
All growed up.





Jun 23, 2012

Fifty Shades Of Unmitigated Crap


un-mit-i-gat-ed adj. 

  1.  Not diminished or moderated in intensity or severity; unrelieved
  2.  Without qualification or exception; absolute

crap noun               

  1.    Excrement
  2.    Foolish, deceitful or boastful language
  3.    Miscellaneous or disorganised items; clutter
  4.    Cheap or shoddy material


I admit it. I bought into the hype. Everywhere I turned; on TV, in the paper, online, in real life, "Have you read 50 Shades Of Grey yet?"

Some liked it, some bagged it. Although, thinking back, the positive opinions were more along the lines of "I couldn't put it down", rather than "It is a really wonderful book", but I didn't quite catch on to that detail until now. An oversight on my part.

But the fact is, everybody was talking about it, in one way or another. "Ooooh, it's mummy porn." And I really dislike feeling left out. Not being able to offer an opinion. Not joining in. Just saying "No, I haven't read it" and retreating demurely to a corner to pour another wine and search for somebody else feeling ill-equipped for the discussion on the fastest selling fiction novel in the world.

Curiosity got the better of me. I went online to purchase it and... what the fuck? It's the first book in a trilogy? Dammit. I need to read three? Anyway, I've read the first book and NOW I CAN JOIN THE DISCUSSION.

The blurb on the back of the first book says "Romantic, liberating and totally addictive, this is a novel that will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever", and then goes on to talk of a 'love affair' between the two main characters, Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele.

Right. I beg to differ. It's not romantic at all. Romance, to me, is very different to what this book is about. My idea of romance doesn't involve being bullied. Liberating... well, while I was reading it I guess it liberated me from doing my vacuuming. Addictive? Not in the slightest. I could put it down. And did. A LOT. Especially to pick up my laptop and post a Twitter or Facebook status with a scathing comment about the book. And it only obsessed me as far as the fact I now have a deep-seated, yearning desire to.... smack the author. And not in a sexy way. It will stay with me forever, or until next Friday, whichever comes first, but for all the wrong reasons. And 'love affair'? No. There is no love in this first book. There is only sex and control and obsession and bullying and stalking and domination. It is not until the final chapter that the moronic Ana tells the psycho Christian she loves him. Unfortunately, it is not as they are both about to die in an exploding helicopter, which is what I hoped for, vainly (even though I have books 2 & 3 and knew it was unlikely), throughout the entire story.

Firstly, I found the writing style atrocious. I really struggled with it. The whole badly-written-first-person-present-tense thing was extremely off-putting. Some have likened it to creative writing projects they did in school. Like, when they were kids. Sentences starting with "I scowl with frustration at myself..." and "I roll my eyes in exasperation..." were clunky and annoying. And they were both in the very first paragraph. I probably got used to it by about page 513. Did I mention there are 514 pages in the book? It was also full of utter corn, ridiculous terms, and clich├ęs which were repeated over and over, but I'll get to more on them later.

Anastasia Steele, what can I say. She shitted me to tears in so many ways. A 21 year old virgin who is about to graduate with a University degree in what I presume was English Literature in the year of 2011 AND DOES NOT EVEN OWN A COMPUTER. Nothing. Nada. Not a PC, laptop, iPad, not even a smartphone. I'm sorry, but only having access to your room-mate's lappy (who was also doing a degree and would have needed it herself) and the college library would not have been sufficient for the bazillion essays you would have had to write during your studies. I call bullshit.


Straight out of college, she lands a couple of interviews in publishing, and wham... she gets the job she wanted straight away. It seems the Global Financial Crisis has not yet hit the fictional publishing industry in Seattle.


Am I being picky? Yeah, probably. And I'm loving it.


Ana blushes, flushes, and colours crimson at an average of three times per page. Seriously, this girl needs to see a doctor and get herself some beta blockers or something. Oh, that's right, she's also managed to get to the age of 21 without having a personal doctor. Lucky her. 


Ana seems to spend so much time rolling her eyes it's a wonder she can still read the Thomas Hardy classics she's so fond of without holding them above her head, and also bites her lip with monotonous regularity in almost every scene with Christian. Many readers have shared with me their hope that it would be bitten right off at some point, but alas, there was no blood in this book. Wait, yes there was. Not from her mouth though.


"My breath hitches." Oh my fucking god. This is the most ridiculously overused phrase, without a doubt. (I think Christian's is "Stop biting your lip")  I estimate Ana's breath 'hitches' on about 450 pages. That may be an exaggeration, perhaps 400. Over and over again, ad nauseum. Honey, just stop breathing altogether and that will solve all of our problems.

Considering this book is erotica, or soft porn, or BDSM for mummies, or whatever you want to call it, this character referring to her genital area as "down there" on every second page was just comical. So was the continual usage of the term 'my sex', as in "he runs his hand over my sex." At other times, the words vagina and clitoris are used, so I'm still not sure what 'my sex' is. I'm confused. Are we talking one of the labia? (labias? labii?) The clitoral hood? The pelvic area in general? Or is there a part of my body called 'my sex' I don't know about? Seriously, do I need to get out a hand mirror?

So, this virgin, who has no less than three blokes lusting after her within the first 100 pages, who has never had a boyfriend, never really been kissed properly, and has never 'pleasured' herself, who agrees to being 'deflowered' by a strange man she has known for what feels like a full twenty minutes (oh, but it's okay, because he's BEAUTIFUL, and rich and hypnotising, and did I mention BEAUTIFUL?), manages to not only orgasm during her first sexual experience (and EVERY subsequent one), but multiple times! And she's able to climax whenever Christian tells her to! What a fucking legend! Literally!

But wait, there's more! At Ana's first attempt at a blowjob, her mouth and tongue move perfectly, she has a deep throat, NO gag reflex and.... SHE SWALLOWS! Is there nothing this angelic creature can't do? You'd think having her period would at least slow her inexperienced self down though, right? Wrong. Not only does she let this dysfunctional man she's only known for three weeks soldier on regardless, she only bleeds for a couple of days, feels great, and has NO CRAMPS. Biaatch.

She's the perfect woman, clearly. I suspect the character of Ana will be played in the movie version by a blow-up doll.


And then there's her 'inner goddess'. This inner goddess appears as often as the lip-biting and breath-hitching, adores all the sexing and dances and jumps around and pouts and sways from side to side and smiles and claps her hands and loves the word 'panties'.

I wanted to high five Ana's inner goddess. In the face. With a baseball bat.

Christian Grey. Psycho. Stalker. Dominator. Bully. Wanker.

I hope that's what his business card says, but I'm guessing it says Rich & BEAUTIFUL. Anyone who thought Edward Cullen of the Twilight vampires was the ultimate creepy weirdo who sent a bad message to girls about putting up with stalkerish, obsessive behaviour will now have another target. 

The first time Christian and Ana meet, she is interviewing him. He is a rich, powerful businessman. Ana is flustered, naive, unprepared and polite, and does the demure "Yes Sir, No Sir" thing. In that moment, Christian decides she would make a great 'submissive' in his BDSM playroom, as you do. Say WHAT??
But Christian's BEAUTIFUL. And rich. And BEAUTIFUL. So it's okay, clearly.

Of course, his 'impressive length' may have something to do with it too. Ana notes this a LOT..."It's so big and growing". Which begs the question... impressive compared to what? She was a virgin, no boyfriend, no prior penis experience. I'm guessing Christian is really a needledick. He is a knobhead who refers to Ana's virginity as a 'situation' which needs rectifying, has never had 'vanilla sex' (no toys or add-ons), and when presenting her with his 'impressive length' on one occasion, delivers this amazing speech...


"I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I'm very attached to this."

If a bloke said that to me, I would either laugh so hard I'd have convulsions, or I'd reach for the sharpest implement I could find. I thought this mummy porn was supposed to arouse all the bored, frustrated housewives, not make them laugh until they pee out of their poor old prolapsed bladders.

Christian knows where Ana lives and where she is all the time. He tracks her. He follows her when she flies across the country to have a break from him (bullshit it was for work - this sort of stalking behaviour being written as normal and acceptable pissed me off and made me very angry, more than I can articulate). He knows her mother's name and where SHE lives. He wants to control the food Ana eats and the clothes she wears, all in the name of sexual arousal, all in the name of the Dominator and Submissive game. His excuse? "It's all I know." Fifty shades of pathetic.

The sex scenes are either mildly bemusing, comical, or just plain laborious. It's like the author is explaining (in minute, graphic, unsexy detail) a game of Naked Twister. Or Naked Hokey Pokey. You put your left leg in and shake it all about....


Look, I'm sure there are some okay-ish parts.


*thinks*


*has a shower, makes a cup of tea and thinks some more*


Right. Umm. Well, some of the email exchanges between Christian and Ana (after he buys her a laptop and Blackberry and sets up an email account for her so he can stay in constant communication with her; psycho much?) are admittedly amusing and entertaining. And there was one conversation (just one, mind you) which I actually enjoyed. I thought it was sharp and witty. So much so, that I immediately came to the conclusion that somebody else must have written it.

In summation? Hey, each to their own. Whatever floats your boat, levitates your wand, or wets your whistle. It's not for me. It did not stimulate or satisfy me one iota; not in the literary sense, not romantically, not emotionally, not sexually, not psychologically, not intellectually, not escapismally (yes, shut up, I know that's not a word, but if she can write crap, so can I). 
I have absolutely no problem at all with two consenting, functional adults on even terms (or for money as worker/client) getting their BDSM on. All power to us. Err, I mean, them. In this case, I feel the character of Christian is dysfunctional and has emotional and psychological problems (alluded to regularly), they are not really on even terms (rich, powerful, domineering, experienced vs poor, naive, clueless virgin) and while she doesn't say no, I think she's subtly bullied/persuaded into the consent on occasions. As I've said, I have greater issue with the stalking and dominance outside the bedroom. And the shit writing.

What worries me is that due to it's popularity, hype, and availability (apparently selling for as little as 
£3 in UK supermarkets, probably in the condom aisle), I know that girls as young as 11 are reading it. I sincerely hope they don't think this book is indicative of how your first 'romance' should be, or there's going to be a major rush on cable ties and brown plaited leather riding crops in a few years time.  And possibly restraining orders. 


I don't want any girl to think it's okay to be swept off her feet and onto her knees just because he's rich and BEAUTIFUL. We need to look after our knees, or we'll find ourselves at age 47 making bone-crunching noises every time we go up or down a step. So I've heard.
Jokes aside, it is a dreadful, demeaning example of a 'love affair'. Nothing to aspire to here.

So buy it, don't buy it, read it, don't read it, love it, hate it... I don't care. This is just my opinion, and I thought it was unmitigated crap. And I have two more of them to read to finish the story, for fuck's sake...


My breath hitches at the thought.





Jun 19, 2012

The Bittersweet Voice



There was a bittersweet end to The Voice Australia last night.

Sweet, in that a wonderful, deserving singer won, and quite frankly I would have been pleased if any one of the four finalists had taken out the big prize.

Bitter, in that my weekly Joel Madden and Keith Urban (and to a lesser extent, Seal) fix is over, along with my Twitter musings on a threesome with Joel & Benji Madden, or Joel & Keith, or Joel & Seal.... and hell, even Joel & Delta. (I have packed away the high heels and phone books for another year, Amanda)

Sweet, in that some lovely new talent has been aired, that we got to see Mahalia Barnes sing with her Dad, and that the duet of Keith & Darren was superb. (sorry, no threesome fantasy there)

Bitter, in that a 'comedian' (I use that term loosely) thought it was okay to tweet a joke about an 18 year old girl with a disability.

For those who don't know, one of the finalists was Rachael, a sweet young girl from Adelaide, who is legally blind. She has only 10% vision, and will eventually lose that too. She is an Ambassador for the Royal Society  for the Blind here in South Australia. More importantly, she has a wonderful voice and seems like a really lovely kid, who was often overwhelmed by her whole experience on the show.


While watching the finale with one eye on Joel and one eye on Twitter, I was intrigued by a tweet from someone I follow, having a go at the cheapness of a joke by a 'comedian and radio/TV personality' (who I don't follow - I won't give you his name here as I have no wish to give the loser any free publicity) and me being Mrs Curious, I looked at the offending tweet.



"Rachel wouldn't make it as the winner of ; she wouldn't be able to read the autocue when she's hosting Funniest Home Videos."


Cheap, nasty, unfunny, unintelligent, immature... and he couldn't even spell her name right.

Look, I know I'm no angel. I'm sarcastic and facetious. My tweets while watching The Voice over the weeks have commented on everything from the wind machine, the song choices, the performances, the wardrobe selections, the sets, the overuse of the word 'journey' (DRINK), the coaches' decisions, Seal's strait-jacket, Seal's nailpolish, Seal's knickerbockers and the fact that I'm not seeing it live, but #HALFHOURBEHIND. 

But making fun of a disability for cheap laughs? Err, no. Nor should anybody.

A couple of people had a go at him, and I told him it was a shitty thing to say, but unfortunately he got just as many retweets.

There's been a lot of discussion on internet trolling lately, and we want to get rid of them. But when there is such nastiness on open display by a public identity leading the way, how are we supposed to eradicate the faceless ones?

The internet is a bittersweet place.




Jun 15, 2012

The June Photo A Day Challenge: Part One

I am Fat Mum Slim's slave to this challenge yet again. Totally addicted.

DAY 1: MORNING



DAY 2: EMPTY



DAY 3: ON YOUR PLATE



DAY 4: CLOSE-UP


DAY 5: SIGN



DAY 6: HAT... so it's pink and glittery, what of it?



DAY 7: DRINK... I know, I'm a smartarse.


DAY 8: SIX O'CLOCK



DAY 9: YOUR VIEW TODAY



DAY 10: BEST BIT OF YOUR WEEKEND... Pretending to be 21 year old triplets with my two besties.



DAY 11: DOOR



DAY 12: FROM A LOW ANGLE



DAY 13: ART... Painted by my grandmother. You're all humming the Kookaburra song now, aren't you?



DAY 14: TIME



DAY 15: YELLOW






Jun 11, 2012

Some More Things They Didn't Tell You About Parenting...



Just in case you hadn't heard....

WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

If you are a parent, want to be a parent, or know a parent you can share this with, listen up.

I am one of 32 bloggers who, along with a crack team of editing and publishing peeps, are very happy and proud to present an amazing ebook for sale, with ALL proceeds going to Cate Bolt's Foundation 18.

I have talked about Cate, the Foundation, and the ebook before, but just in case you weren't listening or didn't get around to buying the ebook, here's a few snippets to whet your appetite and get you buying.


"I'd even read about how when little boys are born they can be quite a bit swollen in their gentlemen area – a fact that my husband, Map Guy, was unaware of, having begrudgingly read only a few chapters of one blokey book called She's Pregnant: Game Over. Or something like that." ~ Glowless

"Pinch that soft fleshy bit under your arm. Hard. Harder. Feel that? Hurt? That doesn't even come close to the absolute agony that is labour. In fact, go outside, put your foot under a 4WD tyre and ask someone with very few scruples to reverse over it a couple of times. Painful? Nope, still not even close. Shit out a watermelon. Yeah, that comes kinda close." ~ Bern Morley

"I am HAPPY that your child loves kale. I truly am. And I LOVE that your kid prefers corn on the cob to sweets and anchovies. But don't delude yourself into thinking that it’s something you've managed as a mother. It's LUCK. You are LUCKY. And that is AWESOME, but you are no better than the rest of us." ~ Veronica Foale

"At first I thought being a good mum would mean not letting go of: the clean house, the crumb-free car, the manicured garden (lady or otherwise), the size 10 clothes. I hovered over that baby with a parenting book in one hand and a cloth in the other, ready to catch any errant seepage of milk or drool. I was going to master this parenting business and my body and then go back to work and tidy up the mess I had left there. I gave birth! I can do anything!" ~ Karen Charlton


"By the time Charlie came along I had done every single parenting dilemma known to man. I had children with autism, ADHD, hearing impairment and a list of medical conditions that would make your gut turn. I'd had gifted children, beautiful children, high-achievers and award winners. I'd had school suspensions, shop-lifters, runaways and even a child who looked Marilyn Manson in the face and told him, 'Man, you're ugly.' There was nothing I didn't know about parenting. Not a thing." ~ Cate Bolt


"'Okay, but there are rules. Yes, your penis feels good when you touch it, but that is about "the-most-private-thing-you-can-do". So, you don't do it at school, you don't do it on the lounge, you certainly do NOT do it at your grandparents' house … you only ever do it in the privacy of your own room. Okay?'" ~ Carol Duncan


"I used to tread on doll's shoes, train tracks and bits of Lego. More than I remember buying. Now I tread on empty cans, pizza boxes and bodies of teenagers. More than I remember birthing." ~ Me





Things They Didn't Tell You About Parenting ~ an anthology
 (epub, pdf, mobi $4.99)




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