I don’t understand why.. in this day in age, we are still suggesting women as the weaker sex.
I understand in terms of physical form and muscle mass; the science of male to female ratios that men.. in the calossol majority are the stronger sex.
But in normal life, coming from a woman that spent half of her childhood learning from watching her father build, roof, garden, build a trike. I have out done men many of times, women are merging into male dominated jobs, they are builders, farmers, carpenters, policewomen, soilders, firefighters and you may forget, during war women took over all of the male jobs and basically ran the country whilst the men were away, this all proves that it’s possible for women to be equally as strong as men.
We all go on so much about how everyone is equal and that we should all do what we are passionate about and how women are taking over the world. (Just listen to every little mix song if you’re not caught up😂)
But still women are always seen as the weaker more vunerable person, until convinced otherwise, more often than not.
Moving on to terms such as, of walking home at night, violent relationships, emotional abuse, mental health.
Why are we still telling women specifically to not walk home alone at night?! In the chance that a man might come after us. Men are trusted to work alongside us, to look after our children, to fix us when we are poorly, why then at night and behind closed doors do they suddenly turn into these monsters that we must be afraid of. Why are men not seeing us as monsters that they must be wary of at night too, seen as we are the sex that can push humans out, feed from our bodies and have such up and down emotions to deal with due to the reproductive system.
Why are we not telling everyone at night not to walk home alone?!
Any person could get jumped, Male, Female Young, Old. Any person can be victimised and targeted at their most vunerable. We see it in the news daily. So why aren’t we teaching every one to have awareness at night. Males in my mind are likely to be targeted at night with violence as much as women are so why are we only telling the girls to get a lift home or walk in a group. EVERYONE is vunerable.
Im not trying to scare everyone or say that no one should be out at night. Im just baffled as to why we are more worried about some more than others.
The most baffling thing to me is; why are we having to talk like this? Why are these crimes happening?
This sort of offence needs to be bought the attention of young people in a manner that includes every person and every offence.
I feel like as responsible grownups we should be teaching people and children that it’s not ok to hurt people or act threatening. Why do teenagers feel the need to act threatening to protect themselves and their pals?
Are we looking into why these people are looking for fights and why these people set out to hurt innocent people?
I ask alot of rhetorical questions, that some day maybe I’ll find the answer to.
But for now.. if your telling me to be safe at night.. tell my brother too!
So in January I went to London with mum. It’s the end of March now. I planned on doing a blog post as soon as I got home, but it took me a while to get in the mood to write and when I did write; I struggled to see any potential. I basically wrote the whole thing. But I never published it. Brutally I felt like my writing was pure shit, it was uninteresting and frankly I didnt want anyone else to see something I couldn’t even bare to read myself. I couldn’t see ways in which I could improve so I just left it. I’ve never been much of a writer, I struggled at school but I did my best to an acceptable level; that meant the teachers left me alone but didnt really praise me either. I can tell stories and have an active imagination but I’ve never been able to write it down. I see a blank page and it makes my mind go blank. So when I realised I could write down what I’m feeling I was pleased that I could finally document what is going on up there (hence the blog name)!.. but I haven’t thought much about writing since, I hadn’t written down any thoughts or experiences at all until a week or so ago. It’s been a terrible start to the year. My mind has felt mute and its disturbed me a little if I’m honest. My mind is usually full of thoughts and things I wana say. Lately I’ve felt like I had nothing to say at all. Complete blank or thoughts that were not worth sharing! Now I’m starting to feel like I have something to say again. Maybe it’s a shift in my mind dealing with the grief or maybe the stars have changed. I dont know but I do know that I want to keep writing this load of jib to help me feel some sort of worth. So whether it sounds like a year 8 school holiday diary or not here it is..
I went to the city! I come from a small town in dorset, visiting london only a handful of times in my life for the odd school trip or family day out. You could say going to the city scares the shit out of me. The sheer size of the place, the volume of people, vehicles and buildings around you, the pure thought of it could send a person into an anxiety attack.. which is what happened to me the day before.
I struggled to sleep on the days before the trip, the day before I had work as normal before staying at mum’s, but I woke up late and instantly had a massive bout of anxiety, I couldn’t go to work, I couldn’t phone them to tell them I wasnt going in, I couldn’t leave my bedroom, so I emailed my boss and went back to sleep for 3 or 4 hours. I woke up still anxious but I got all my stuff ready and waited for mum, I had favourited all the places we wanted to go on google maps and got an idea where abouts places were, this started calming me as I felt I had an idea of what I was going to do. Once at mums I chilled out and the anxiety died down. We had this planned for about month, I knew what was coming, but when i’m worried I tend to ignore it until the day or two before; so that I dont have chance to drop out, i’ve got to push myself to get through life. Its not the thought of travel, I’ve traveled loads, the difference is we didnt have any concrete plans for london, we were just turning up, on a train, with a list of places we were interested in. The first hurdle was finding our hotel, thankgod for google maps and a sense of direction.
Our train journey seemed to be really quick, we were in London and had found our hotel by midday, we dumped our luggage and went straight out to start being history geeks, I love history and always wanted to study history to become a historian and work in museums, but I gave up on that too soon and feel bitter about it. We headed straight to The Old Theatre Museum, when we arrived there was a talk going on so we joined and listened, I was in history heaven! It was a fantastic place, very interesting to learn what theatre was like in the 1830s and what improvements were slowly made as anasetcic was introduced in 1849. Somewhat gory but fascinating. We walked back up to Borough Market for a quick mosey and then headed to the Clink Prison Museum, small but informative, we found it rather amusing that this is the second time mum and I have been to a museum set around torture. I feel we are getting a little too informed on torture devices, after our involuntary lock in and in depth lesson on every piece at the torture museum in Krakow last year, gosh was I glad there was another couple there too, haha! I was feeling a little more confident about being in the city now, we stopped by the thames for a pint, sadly it was on me, mum nearly fainted when the bar tender handed back the change. We then headed up to Leicester square/ China town/ Picadilly area and wandered around for a few hours, round and round, we had dinner at Bubba Gump, i’m a big fan of Forest Gump and Tom Hanks, it was brilliant and the mango lemonade was the nicest thing iver ever drunk! After wandering, taking in london at night, we got rather lost trying to head back to the river towards our hotel, this stressed us both out and the anxiety crept back in but we managed to get there in the end.
Suprisingly I got a much better nights sleep in London than I do most nights at home, we were right at the back of our hotel hidden away on waterloo road, no humans, dogs or traffic disturbing my sleep. Today was vaguely planned and going to be jam packed, we had breakfast then set off for the Imperial War Museum, which was a bloody good musuem, we spent much longer than we thought reading through the years and looking at artifacts so we decided it would save us time if we found a tube station to find our way to Leicester Square. Jumping on a tube and ending up in the right place made me feel rather proud. The National Gallery was our next stop, introducing a very uniterested mother to the beauty of art, Da Vinci, Monet, Van Gogh; “oh oh I know the sunflowers” mum says, as i’m emersed in the colours of the Monets on the other wall. The angelic, biblical stories told by bold captivating colours, and the frames; gold and monumental, all I could think was imagine having a house grand enough to seat one of these paintings above your bed or dining table. Even just the building was spectacular I could of wanderered around the rooms in aw of just the bare walls. On from the gallery we had a browse in Fortnum & Mason, I felt a slight satisfaction of feeling eyes watching me whilst I took in the delights of the homewares and looked at the very expensive vintage silverwear that I long to own. We then went to a cute pattisre for a pit stop, mum did give a look of ‘come down from that cloud’ as I said ‘this is what I was born to be mum, a lady that lunches’ haha! She brang me back down to earth as we went on to some shopping at carnaby and had a pint in the cutest oldie pub, stinging me back to the reality that my west country self fits much better in a dark pub with a pint of ale than a flashy posh restaurant. To end our first full day in London we made our way to Drury Lane, walking down Oxford Street and stopping at Liberty to have a look around and take in the amazing structure of the building, finally finding the theatre to see ‘school of rock’. It was a brilliant production, the cast were incredible!
Friday was the day mum was especially excited for, we got up and made our way to Buckingham Palace to see Liz. Unfortunately she didn’t get the memo that we were in town! We watched the change of the guard then walked up The Mall, through to Horse Guards Parade, past Parliment buildings and onto Westmintser bridge, only to find a Hall & Woodhouse pub on the corner, so of course we went in for a badger pint, you have to when you come from the home of H&W. All i had eaten that morning were a few biscuits so I amusingly felt tipsy from my one pint ha! With a good beer in our bellies we made our way to the London museum via a walk by of ST Pauls and a stop off for a very spicy mexican lunch. On the way back into town we passed The National Portrait Gallery and had a quick whiz around as it was late before heading back over the bridge and ending up having a boozy hot chocolate by the river, that was after we had taken a few tourist selfies in front of the illuminated London Eye of course. In the morning we headed up to Covent garden for a look around before we had to go home. Its lovely up there, beautiful buildings and entertaining street performers, much reminding me of Bath town centre.
I feel like when I go to bigger towns and cities I feel adventurous, I feel like im challenging myself, I feel like im again expanding myself, my experiences and intellect but it can be lonely. I like feeling like im an indiviudual that people may wonder about but the fact that you cant walk down the street and say hi or wave to numerous people you know in the spsce of 5 minutes is lonely. No one smiles when they see you and thats what makes you feel worthy some days. I couldnt wait to get home, unfortunately you cant take the dorset out of the girl, but i did rather enjoy myself in the city!
I’m led up in bed, my veins feel like they’re struggling, my brain feels dry, my eyes heavy (not quite an Eminem lyric, i’ll keep working) ha! New years eve was heading to be a night in bed watching films; seen as im 26 later this month and the fact i’ve been rather worst for wear every new years day for the past 6 years maybe it was a time for a break. But no, my best male friend got hold of me just in time to catch me before i got in full ‘old gal i’m taking my bra off and that’s it’ mode and asked what i was doing, to which we decided to go for a couple cocktails and then head to the pub. As you can probably guess from my description on day 2 of hangover land, we got rather intoxicated! Sambuca is not good for you kids! It was a heavy night for me, my colleagues were waking up and wishing me happy new year, my parents were getting up and i hadn’t got to sleep yet! Safe to say having an expresso martini to start when i don’t drink coffee was a bad choice!
That said; despite my condition i was thrilled to be going back to work today, i was bright eyed and bushy tailed once i woke up after my 4 alarms! I was so glad to be back in a routine, having a week off for the holidays has ruined me. Being out in the evenings before christmas and then recovering the days after has left my sleep pattern in tatters! I lay in bed still feeling very dehydrated thinking ‘thank god i made some notes on what to say about new year before NYE’ because my creative juices are not very moist right now!
Last January saw me and one of my best friends write a list of everything we wanted to do in 2018, activities, savings and materialistic things we wanted to own. In the end we did hardly any of it because everything ended up being spontaneous. For me spontanaety means that i loose track of what im spending and my savings get slack. I find that the weeks fill up with random plans and you forget about those adventurous things you wanted to do. Unexpected days and nights are always the best, the pure joy of surprise.
What has 2018 taught me? I’ve learnt that making plans way in advance mean that they either don’t happen or end up being shit because you’ve bigged them up so much and you know what’s going to happen and thats boring. With the exceptions of holidays and annual events of course! I’ve also learnt that it’s also important to embrace your time alone. I used to get upset when i had no plans and i wanted to go out. When i was in relationships i struggled to spend time alone because i felt like i needed them there to quiet my brain. I’ve been single for just over a year now and im so proud of myself for learning ways of quieting my mind and enjoying my own company. I love doing things by myself now! It’s much less stressful when you’ve only got your self to worry about! #allthesingleladies. I said to myself at the beginning of 2018 ‘if i want to love someone well and have someone love me, i need to love myself first!’, with the help of Gala darling’s book “Radical self love” i kicked myself up the arse with self love. That involved living for me, having fun, chilling out, learning how to be alone and being content with that. I feel like my friendships have gained so much love and my aura lets off sunshine whether im alone or being social, with the few exceptions of bad days. I was going to ask my self what im going to improve about myself and my life in 2019, but to be honest i don’t want to specifically improve anything, i just want to keep going as i am and that will bring its own improvements in time. Ill let you know what they are if and when they happen.
Putting the the joy of personality and anxiety developments to the side; the latter half 2018 was a purely soul destroying moment in life for me as my Grandad passed away in august. Since august my self diagnosed and controlled (and kept quiet from my family) depression and anxiety has been a nightmare. Ive never experienced grief so heavily as i have/ am experiencing for my Grandad, he was truely my human, he looked after me and i looked after him. Ive had to come to terms with something i’ve feared terribly for many many years and never expected to happen so suddenly. Im going to expand on this sometime in another post, but for now on this new year, i reflect on 2018…
I look at my self/ my year and think to myself ‘damn girl, how have you survived this’ like seriously i dont know how ive managed to get my mind in a place where i know what i’m doing and have it all in order, i know now i’ve got this – for me, for dad, for nan, for my little cousin, for my friends who have been there to hold me up in the worst time of my life entirely; and all the people that saw me crumble at the funeral, im guna make you proud of me.
In the words of ‘5ive’ in 1999 ‘we’ll keep on movin on anyway’ 🙂 haha!
Here i am the daughter and granddaughter of 2 precious sweeps and the granddaughter of an ex nanny. Poppins has as long as i can remember been my favourite film. Forever singing chim chim cheree, i spent many minutes explaining to my friends that sweeps still exist and taking a great interest in history. I always saw Poppins as my grandma and Bert as my grandad; or dad when grandad retired. I’ve watched it too many times to count and i pretty much know everyword and musical timing.
My obvious reaction to hearing of a new Poppins film was an instant cringe and i have been sceptical about the thing ever since. I saw many trailors and adverts to the point where i had to skip past them because i didnt want to get an opinion until i was in that cinema.
Here are my thoughts.. (remember i’m a die hard fan and may be comparing a little too much).
Emily Blunt definitely took it on in good stride and did her best to convey Julie Andrews original mood and finesse of ‘practically perfect in every way’, but too adding her own originality and personality to the returning mary. She somewhat made Mary more forgiving and laid back. To the point where i said “oh Mary, thats not you at all” and shook my head in the ‘royal doulton music hall’ scene; where you see Mary change her hair and sing in a cockney accent, but i loved it come the second viewing! I feel much the same with Lin-Manuel Miranda, being a new character he gets away with not having to reinvent Bert but still somewhat having to live up to the glee and companionship he brought to Mary in 1910! He also was a more laid back character; less enthusiam for adventure but i felt more sensativity. I feel Jane really did remind me of childhood Jane but Michael just didnt seem right to me, i feel like they wanted to have him echo his father, he just didnt bring the ‘oh my, its grown up Michael’ which is what i got from Jane, on the other hand the casting of the children was spot on; i couldn’t believe the likeliness between little Georgie Banks and Michael in the original!
The only negatives i would pick fault with was pure visibility of bmxs in the ‘trip a little light fantastic’ scene, they deffo didnt have them in 1930 whether i failed a-level history or not!
All round good musical film! I applaud disney and every person involved for having the balls to do a sequel to such a pure classic.
Today being the 28th december means thats christmas may well be over, but were all living in the slow weighed down by unhealthy christmas food, mists of new year, for some of us that are lucky enough to have the week off anyway. We must all spare a thought, a smile and sincere comment for all those working in retail, healthcare, emergency services and any other aspects of work that mean they have to work over holidays. I have worked in retail and i depised the job. For me i work to live and being forced to work over days that are all about love and family really got me down. I always see all my family all together over christmas and the thought of someone who merely payed me minium pay to stand behind a till infuriated me profusely. My current job shuts down over christmas so im lucky enough to have a week off.
I find my self on the days inbetween christmas and new year not knowing what to do with myself. Tired. very tired. Maybe from the 3 evenings drinking and not having chance to sleep off the hangovers or get my energys back up. Followed by 2 days of christmas eating, present opening not getting any real fresh air and putting on that pretend smile bcus christmas is a jolly time.. maybe from the pure depression that christmas this year is dosed with due to being without my grandad, after his sudden passing in august. Not that he enjoyed christmas in his last years due to the noise and fuss, but not having him sat there grumbling doing my best to try and keep him happy and looking after him was missed alot. I admitidly had a cry on the way back from mums to home on christmas morning at the fact my g wasnt going to be there when i got to nans .
I spent all day yesterday sleeping before i went to nans and then to my friends to eat and have a little christmas catch up. That was nice and refreshing to have a big chinese feast and chill out with my bestfriend and the kiddies. Today i slept till lunch time and have chilled in bed since, except eating and having a shower. I planned to wipe my mildewed window out today. But ive found my self led / sat in bed watching a new netflix series my friend reccomended about a stalker. Midly hooked on this confusing weird storyline wanting to find out the end already i really hope it doesnt end on a cliff hanger. God help my curious mind if it does.