Right...so, you'd have expected that I might have been posting a blog of elation, about my dissertation having finally been handed in. Well, frankly, given that I'm not optimistic about my grade I don't really want to talk about it. So we'll move on.
Instead I'm going to talk about something that's been causing a bit of consternation amongst people I know. You may be offended by the content.
You may be aware that Diesel, as in the clothing company, have recently had this campaign on the go:
The fuss this has been causing is that the campaign apparently objectifies women. Additionally, in the windows of the shop branches (or, at least, the one nearest me in Glasgow) there are pairs of jeans suspended in the window demonstrating various sexual positions. The use of red writing in the slogan also give connotations of the Red Light District, we are led to believe.
To me, however, the protest is deeply flawed. The trouble is, the women in the posters are not all topless. They either have on bra tops, or where they are topless, their breasts are mostly obscured by their arms or otherwise. The men are the ones that go topless in all the images.
My flat mate was recently in the uni library and was checking her email to receive a message about this from the university's women's group. Unfortunately, the girl sitting next to her - your typical militant feminist stereotype, broad-shouldered, heavily pierced and short-haired - was looking over her shoulder and commented how disgraceful it was, and how sexist the campaign was. My flat mate pointed out that the women are not all topless, but the men are, and that could amount to objectification of men. This girl responded that there was no such thing as objectification of men. This is, of course, bollocks. If you can objectify women you can objectify men. My flatmate pointed out to this girl that of course men can be objectified (example: Heat magazine's 'Torso of the Week' feature), and that surely to say otherwise was sexist. This girl was so appalled at being accused of sexism she stopped what she was doing at her computer, logged out and stormed off in a huff.
The thing is though, if it discriminates against women, then it also discriminates against homosexuals and other races. It is just your typical white, straight high street campaign, not all that different from many others. If anything, I'm more disgusted by the fact that the girls are unnecessarily skinny, and that all models have 'perfect' bodies. Yes, I gripe about this regularly. I take a 16-18 in high street brands (and I've never bought Diesel; usually New Look). I'm 5'5, I weigh 12-13 stone and I take a 36GG in bra size. Yes, that was probably too much information. What I'm trying to say is that a lot of high street brands do use slim models for their campaigns, which is disconcerting.
Plus, Diesel are not the first brand to use sex as an advertising campaign. Look at Ann Summers; they do it regularly. When I walked past one of the branches in Glasgow city centre last night on my way to the pub celebrating the demise of big D, the latest ad campaign featured a Playboy bunny ensemble. Surely that's an example of objectification too? As is featuring lingerie models in the windows of Bravissimo and La Senza?
What I'm saying is, I feel there are those who regularly blur the line between feminism and reverse sexism. Feminism is not a bad thing. A lot of stereotypes are held about feminists; we're all lesbians, we don't like sex, we hate men, we can't cook. All bullshit. Every woman - straight or lesbian, black or white, blonde or brunette, old or young - is a feminist. You show me a woman who says she isn't a feminist, I'll show you a liar. All women are feminists; it's almost compulsory. Some, however, are more feminist than others. It is the militant feminists who actually undermine the feminist mission more even than chauvinists do; they seem to fight for the superiority of women over men rather than gender equality, which should be the real aim.
PS I should like to point out that I don't buy Diesel - not to boycott their campaign, but because their jeans don't accommodate my thighs.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Stop Press
I've had an idea.
No, I mean it this time. Really I do. I have an idea about which I'm genuinely enthused and which I genuinely think I can make something out of.
It happened last night, out of nowhere. Yes, that's outrageously cliched of me to say that. But sometimes things become cliches because they apply to so many people in one situation. Sometimes you just have to use them. But yeah, I ended up staying up till 3 in the morning writing the early basics of this plan. I'm not going to go into any more detail. I'll just say I'm currently delighted with what I've got.
Oh, imagination - I'll never take you for granted again. Promise, promise, promise.
No, I mean it this time. Really I do. I have an idea about which I'm genuinely enthused and which I genuinely think I can make something out of.
It happened last night, out of nowhere. Yes, that's outrageously cliched of me to say that. But sometimes things become cliches because they apply to so many people in one situation. Sometimes you just have to use them. But yeah, I ended up staying up till 3 in the morning writing the early basics of this plan. I'm not going to go into any more detail. I'll just say I'm currently delighted with what I've got.
Oh, imagination - I'll never take you for granted again. Promise, promise, promise.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
The Long, Dark Tea Time of the Soul
In yet another writers' block-induced stupor :(
Every time I'm reminded of how dry the well of possible novel inspiration has run it depresses me like nothing else. I know how totally emo this blog is going to end up sounding. Well, it's not like that at all. It's that now I've given up on that one thing I've been writing I seem to have completely forgotten how to have a new idea, or at least how to stick to it. I've started three different things since then; one was autobiographical and the other two were from old plans that I hadn't looked at since I wrote them. Years ago. One was a fantasy epic, but now I try to write that like most authors would write fantasy epics and I cringe endlessly at myself. I love reading fantasy novels - in recent months I've discovered the genius that is Neil Gaiman, and a good one I read years ago was Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke, which I loved. It's like they touch a part of my conscious that nothing else really touches. Okay, that's pathetic, but it's true.
All I can do right now is keep writing anything I do have and hope something comes of it >_>
Every time I'm reminded of how dry the well of possible novel inspiration has run it depresses me like nothing else. I know how totally emo this blog is going to end up sounding. Well, it's not like that at all. It's that now I've given up on that one thing I've been writing I seem to have completely forgotten how to have a new idea, or at least how to stick to it. I've started three different things since then; one was autobiographical and the other two were from old plans that I hadn't looked at since I wrote them. Years ago. One was a fantasy epic, but now I try to write that like most authors would write fantasy epics and I cringe endlessly at myself. I love reading fantasy novels - in recent months I've discovered the genius that is Neil Gaiman, and a good one I read years ago was Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke, which I loved. It's like they touch a part of my conscious that nothing else really touches. Okay, that's pathetic, but it's true.
All I can do right now is keep writing anything I do have and hope something comes of it >_>
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Breaking news
I HAVE FINISHED MY DISSERTATION.
With around...ooh, eleven days to go?
At last, at last, at last :D
Now all that's left is to go to the printer's and get it bound...next week.
Oh yes, sports fans, it's a fucking beautiful day.
(And to you guys reading this on Facebook - yes, I'm aware you knew this hours ago. I don't know why it takes so long to feed in)
With around...ooh, eleven days to go?
At last, at last, at last :D
Now all that's left is to go to the printer's and get it bound...next week.
Oh yes, sports fans, it's a fucking beautiful day.
(And to you guys reading this on Facebook - yes, I'm aware you knew this hours ago. I don't know why it takes so long to feed in)
Friday, 19 March 2010
A Farewell to Academia, Part 1
And so, today I attended my last ever (for now anyway) academic class. As well as this, I also handed in my last ever (for now also) creative writing assignment. *wipes away a tear*
It's not over yet, though.
My d**********n (I'm still censoring That Word) is due a week on Tuesday. It's not far off kicked in the head. I still need about 500 words more on the commentary, then all that's left is to print and bind it. Then it's over. And thank god. Now I can start working on stuff I've either been neglecting for years or think of something new. Hah - that'll happen soon, oh yes.
I've also been looking at doing the MRes in Creative Writing that my uni are starting to offer as of this year. There are several things threatening to put paid to it:
(a) Grade overall. They basically want a first or a high 2:1. At most I could get a low 2:1 or a high 2:2.
(b) The cost. I probably couldn't enter the course this year, I'd need to defer a year so I could get a job and put some money aside. Or I'd need to get work to actually fund my way.
(c) An idea. Yet again, I'd probably need to defer a year so I could at least get a skeleton of 30,000 words together for a thesis. Having given up on the one idea I'd worked on for nearly seven years I think I'm recovering and thinking of new stuff, but it's taking its time about coming to me.
Oh dear...see , I know I could do it. It's just being held back big time that's the problem. I crashed and burned with an essay this year - actually failing the damn thing - which hasn't helped.
I also had a scary reality check this month.
Basically, I'm nearly 22. Yes, I'm aware I don't act my age. I never really have done. But when my mam was my age, she had me - and I'm her second child. She'd been married to my dad for just over two years. I still can't quite comprehend how different our adulthoods have been. She could quite easily have stuck in with her degree and had a different life, and then I wouldn't exist, or I would, but not as me. And me with a child...let's not even dwell on that concoction.
It's not over yet, though.
My d**********n (I'm still censoring That Word) is due a week on Tuesday. It's not far off kicked in the head. I still need about 500 words more on the commentary, then all that's left is to print and bind it. Then it's over. And thank god. Now I can start working on stuff I've either been neglecting for years or think of something new. Hah - that'll happen soon, oh yes.
I've also been looking at doing the MRes in Creative Writing that my uni are starting to offer as of this year. There are several things threatening to put paid to it:
(a) Grade overall. They basically want a first or a high 2:1. At most I could get a low 2:1 or a high 2:2.
(b) The cost. I probably couldn't enter the course this year, I'd need to defer a year so I could get a job and put some money aside. Or I'd need to get work to actually fund my way.
(c) An idea. Yet again, I'd probably need to defer a year so I could at least get a skeleton of 30,000 words together for a thesis. Having given up on the one idea I'd worked on for nearly seven years I think I'm recovering and thinking of new stuff, but it's taking its time about coming to me.
Oh dear...see , I know I could do it. It's just being held back big time that's the problem. I crashed and burned with an essay this year - actually failing the damn thing - which hasn't helped.
I also had a scary reality check this month.
Basically, I'm nearly 22. Yes, I'm aware I don't act my age. I never really have done. But when my mam was my age, she had me - and I'm her second child. She'd been married to my dad for just over two years. I still can't quite comprehend how different our adulthoods have been. She could quite easily have stuck in with her degree and had a different life, and then I wouldn't exist, or I would, but not as me. And me with a child...let's not even dwell on that concoction.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Mother's Day
So...my intention today is to phone my mother and grandmother and wish them both good tidings for today. I'm also going to have to phone my other auntie. I know my mother got her present (she opened it a day early) but I'll need to check my granny got her stuff and my aunties both got their cards. Yeah, I send cards to my aunties. Why not? :)
This week, I have also been made to feel thankful that I'm single.
Now, before I start, I'd like to point out that I have nothing against finding the right person and having something good. If it ever happens to me I'll welcome it with open arms. It just hasn't, yet. I've had one near-negligible experience that could be called a relationship - and in the three and a half months it lasted we literally saw each other three times before I decided to start ignoring him in the hope he'd get the message. Not the most tactful way to kill a romance, and I've learned from my mistakes and will not do such a thing in the same way again. But anyway...
My flat mate broke up with her boyfriend of 20 months last week. To be honest, I thought little of him to end up with. He was bossy and controlling, and as far as he was concerned it was his way or the high way. He proved to be loud, selfish, insensitive, bad mannered and pedantic. There were two occasions that he was outright offensive to me about people I knew. And although he made out that he loved my flat mate, he could never love anyone as much as he loved himself. She and I actually made a list of things about him that bothered us both - most were hers but a couple were mine. We filled 6 whole sides of A5 paper. It wouldn't be fair to go into detail about them here since this blog is public, but I can't say I'm too gutted that he's out of her life (and therefore out of mine).
And to cap it all...I may be nearly done with my dissertation. Don't get your hopes up, that's a maybe.
This week, I have also been made to feel thankful that I'm single.
Now, before I start, I'd like to point out that I have nothing against finding the right person and having something good. If it ever happens to me I'll welcome it with open arms. It just hasn't, yet. I've had one near-negligible experience that could be called a relationship - and in the three and a half months it lasted we literally saw each other three times before I decided to start ignoring him in the hope he'd get the message. Not the most tactful way to kill a romance, and I've learned from my mistakes and will not do such a thing in the same way again. But anyway...
My flat mate broke up with her boyfriend of 20 months last week. To be honest, I thought little of him to end up with. He was bossy and controlling, and as far as he was concerned it was his way or the high way. He proved to be loud, selfish, insensitive, bad mannered and pedantic. There were two occasions that he was outright offensive to me about people I knew. And although he made out that he loved my flat mate, he could never love anyone as much as he loved himself. She and I actually made a list of things about him that bothered us both - most were hers but a couple were mine. We filled 6 whole sides of A5 paper. It wouldn't be fair to go into detail about them here since this blog is public, but I can't say I'm too gutted that he's out of her life (and therefore out of mine).
And to cap it all...I may be nearly done with my dissertation. Don't get your hopes up, that's a maybe.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Family ties
The other night my cousin Maria told me a few things about my family. She sent records to me detailing a few things about our great-great grandparents that I'd never known - I'm not going to mention them here because they're personal, but it was a bit of an eye opener in so many ways. I discovered all this stuff I'd never known about my paternal granddad's lot, and to say the least it was emotional. I also found the record on that website of my granddad's birth and death, but it only has the year of his birth, not the full date. I plan to email the person running the site and ask him to rectify this.
I'm in my flat just now watching my flat mate's DVD of 'Nosferatu'. It's so scary. And a total rip-off of 'Dracula', to its cost - Bram Stoker's widow sued the arse of the studio for all it had, which turned out to not be much since it folded following the lawsuit. All copies of it were destroyed - or, at least, all copies existing in Britain. The destruction law did not apply in Germany, the film's country of origin, so prints survived and were merely restored accordingly. So glad - Nosferatu could have become one of those hidden gems that got lost, like, for example, a lot of Theda Bara's movies did.
My dissertation's due in about a fortnight and a half. What a terrifying prospect O_O I also need to vastly improve my grade for CW, having been given a paltry 55% for the last assignment >.> Whoops. My overall for that class is now 60% but needs pulled up big time. I can do much better. So I must work on that assignment this weekend in time for next week.
I also discovered this gem of a song earlier:
I'm in my flat just now watching my flat mate's DVD of 'Nosferatu'. It's so scary. And a total rip-off of 'Dracula', to its cost - Bram Stoker's widow sued the arse of the studio for all it had, which turned out to not be much since it folded following the lawsuit. All copies of it were destroyed - or, at least, all copies existing in Britain. The destruction law did not apply in Germany, the film's country of origin, so prints survived and were merely restored accordingly. So glad - Nosferatu could have become one of those hidden gems that got lost, like, for example, a lot of Theda Bara's movies did.
My dissertation's due in about a fortnight and a half. What a terrifying prospect O_O I also need to vastly improve my grade for CW, having been given a paltry 55% for the last assignment >.> Whoops. My overall for that class is now 60% but needs pulled up big time. I can do much better. So I must work on that assignment this weekend in time for next week.
I also discovered this gem of a song earlier:
Sunday, 7 March 2010
A splendid time is guaranteed for all
And so, I've had a good weekend ^_^ Let me tell you about it. But before I do, I am going to list the bands I saw live in 2009:
- Franz Ferdinand (supported by the Soft Pack)
- Idlewild (supported by Endor)
- Nerina Pallot (supported by Jonathan Jeremiah)
- Newton Faulkner (supported by Lisa Mitchell)
- Fleetwood Mac (nae support but they carried it)
I also saw a couple of musical acts as part of Club Noir. But anyway, back to this weekend - beginning with Saturday.
First, my uni had a showcase at the book festival in Glasgow of some of the creative writing staff and students. It was highly enjoyable. Then I went to 'Between Leith and Lerwick', an event celebrating the links between Shetland and Edinburgh. My Saturday was a busy one.
So, my intention was to spend Sunday simply chilling out. There I was, sat at my laptop, doing nothing of any particular value (no change there then). Then I got a call from my brother. First, he asked what was happening with graduation. I told him the ceremony was on July 12th (I've registered for it now). Then he asked if I would be around on June 20th. I told him I should be, but since I've yet to hear back about any kind of work things are still up in the air in that sense. So he told me he'd just bought tickets to see Paul McCartney at Hampden Park - Mam's going to owe him back, but it's going to be my graduation present.
Yes, you heard. I actually have not been able to wipe the silly grin off my face all day. So fucking excited I could wet myself. Like I said, I'm a massive Beatles fan and this is the closest I'll ever get to seeing them live. I can't wait :D And that smiley doesn't adequately sum up how I feel. Like I said, 2009 was a bloody good year for gigs, and 2010 (having already seen Imogen Heap and going to see The Bundles) looks pretty good too.
I also went to the cinema for the first time in ages. I haven't been in months - I've not even seen Avatar, although that still appears to be showing and selling out screenings (my flatmate works in the main cinema in Glasgow). I decided I wanted to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D, but of course I got there and the screening was full. I hadn't pre-booked because I'd recycled my 3D glasses from when I went to see Up a few months back and wasn't keen to pay extra for another set (the glasses are the sole reason that 3D cinema trips are so pricey, I'm told). So I went to see The Princess and the Frog, which appears to be coming to the end of its run. It was stunning - great soundtrack, charming story, and really engaging. Must be one of the best films Disney has made in years, no contest. (Except maybe Enchanted, that one was pretty funny too.)
Alice can wait for another day. Back to uni tomorrow, and also going to get back into swimming in an effort to keep fit.
- Franz Ferdinand (supported by the Soft Pack)
- Idlewild (supported by Endor)
- Nerina Pallot (supported by Jonathan Jeremiah)
- Newton Faulkner (supported by Lisa Mitchell)
- Fleetwood Mac (nae support but they carried it)
I also saw a couple of musical acts as part of Club Noir. But anyway, back to this weekend - beginning with Saturday.
First, my uni had a showcase at the book festival in Glasgow of some of the creative writing staff and students. It was highly enjoyable. Then I went to 'Between Leith and Lerwick', an event celebrating the links between Shetland and Edinburgh. My Saturday was a busy one.
So, my intention was to spend Sunday simply chilling out. There I was, sat at my laptop, doing nothing of any particular value (no change there then). Then I got a call from my brother. First, he asked what was happening with graduation. I told him the ceremony was on July 12th (I've registered for it now). Then he asked if I would be around on June 20th. I told him I should be, but since I've yet to hear back about any kind of work things are still up in the air in that sense. So he told me he'd just bought tickets to see Paul McCartney at Hampden Park - Mam's going to owe him back, but it's going to be my graduation present.
Yes, you heard. I actually have not been able to wipe the silly grin off my face all day. So fucking excited I could wet myself. Like I said, I'm a massive Beatles fan and this is the closest I'll ever get to seeing them live. I can't wait :D And that smiley doesn't adequately sum up how I feel. Like I said, 2009 was a bloody good year for gigs, and 2010 (having already seen Imogen Heap and going to see The Bundles) looks pretty good too.
I also went to the cinema for the first time in ages. I haven't been in months - I've not even seen Avatar, although that still appears to be showing and selling out screenings (my flatmate works in the main cinema in Glasgow). I decided I wanted to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D, but of course I got there and the screening was full. I hadn't pre-booked because I'd recycled my 3D glasses from when I went to see Up a few months back and wasn't keen to pay extra for another set (the glasses are the sole reason that 3D cinema trips are so pricey, I'm told). So I went to see The Princess and the Frog, which appears to be coming to the end of its run. It was stunning - great soundtrack, charming story, and really engaging. Must be one of the best films Disney has made in years, no contest. (Except maybe Enchanted, that one was pretty funny too.)
Alice can wait for another day. Back to uni tomorrow, and also going to get back into swimming in an effort to keep fit.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
I Got Those Essay Deadline Blues...
Da-Dum, da-dum...etc. Ah, 12 bar. In fact, it's tempting to pick up my guitar and write a song about it. I haven't written a song in nearly five years. Even then, the last song I wrote was a shoddy mini-epic designed to help me pass Advanced Higher Music. I took both my notebooks full of songs to uni with me for some unfathomable reason - they were all written over a space of two years. I guess the only way you could describe the music I made was angsty acoustica. Probably not a new genre either. But it was kind of a release for me to write stuff like that. When you went to school with the folk I did, you needed it.
Anyway...sorry, tangenting again.
Yeah, I've just double checked all my essay / assignment deadlines for this year. As follows:
Next piece for CW - due March 19th. 1000-1500 words, including a commentary of approx. 300 words. Of course, since CW
D**********n - yes, that deserved to be censored. This bastard thing's being driving me up the wall for months. I swear to God, I'll be speaking tongues come graduation day. Anyway, yeah...8000 words of prose followed by 2000 words of commentary, due about March 30th. Did I mention it's worth about 25% of my overall degree classification? Eek.
Detective Fiction essay - yes, this is actually a class on my university course. We had such a pish syllabus this year...anyway, yeah, 3000 words, due April 19th. Followed by
Private Self essay - yet another class I bitterly regret taking. Another 3000 words, due April 23rd.
Thankfully these will be the last bits of coursework I ever need to hand in before exams, then I am out of education forever. Or, for the foreseeable future. Getting into the working world for a while might do me good. That way, I can read books I actually want to read, and write things I actually want to write, and not have to be overly analytical of the former.
Then again...I need a job to keep me afloat. >_>
Anyway...sorry, tangenting again.
Yeah, I've just double checked all my essay / assignment deadlines for this year. As follows:
Next piece for CW - due March 19th. 1000-1500 words, including a commentary of approx. 300 words. Of course, since CW
D**********n - yes, that deserved to be censored. This bastard thing's being driving me up the wall for months. I swear to God, I'll be speaking tongues come graduation day. Anyway, yeah...8000 words of prose followed by 2000 words of commentary, due about March 30th. Did I mention it's worth about 25% of my overall degree classification? Eek.
Detective Fiction essay - yes, this is actually a class on my university course. We had such a pish syllabus this year...anyway, yeah, 3000 words, due April 19th. Followed by
Private Self essay - yet another class I bitterly regret taking. Another 3000 words, due April 23rd.
Thankfully these will be the last bits of coursework I ever need to hand in before exams, then I am out of education forever. Or, for the foreseeable future. Getting into the working world for a while might do me good. That way, I can read books I actually want to read, and write things I actually want to write, and not have to be overly analytical of the former.
Then again...I need a job to keep me afloat. >_>
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Election Day Special
My apologies, I've neglected this thing. Silly me :) Belated happy March, people.
Anyway...I recently ran for election to my student union's executive. Didn't win, but it was great experience. I didn't talk about it much over here because I wasn't too sure about the rules on that. I'm sad to have lost but I know I did the best I could, and I was gracious in defeat despite everything.
Meanwhile...I'm going to have to look elsewhere for employment and also sort out the rest of my degree as it happens. Here goes...
Anyway...I recently ran for election to my student union's executive. Didn't win, but it was great experience. I didn't talk about it much over here because I wasn't too sure about the rules on that. I'm sad to have lost but I know I did the best I could, and I was gracious in defeat despite everything.
Meanwhile...I'm going to have to look elsewhere for employment and also sort out the rest of my degree as it happens. Here goes...
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