Some Midweek Rants

Aaaaah. The sun is out, the shorts are on, the birds are singing........time for a rant!

Pink
So this Pink thing is absolute bullshit. (If you haven't come across this story yet, Pink went to a cancer charity benefit looking incredible in a long black dress and was somehow then ridiculed for the choice of outfit and her weight. She then issued a statement calling out the cyberbullies and basically saying up yours.)

But she looks amazing as always. And why should she have to defend herself against nasty bullies? Why should she have to justify her outfit? Do men have to do the same? And yes she makes a joke of it and tells everyone she's happy with her body, which of course we all should be. but again, why should she have to make a public statement about that? Shouldn't that be obvious just from looking at her?

How are we ever going to convey how hurtful and wrong body shaming and cyberbullying is to younger people, when adults are readily taking part in it themselves?

I know we all judge, we all do it, it's instilled in us from a young age to question difference and to observe others. But that doesn't mean you have to blast that all over the freakin' Internet. Keep it to yourself. Try and expand on that initial judgement by looking for something positive to say about the same picture or outfit, or see the beauty in that difference. Or just shut up, because it doesn't really matter what Pink wears, she can wear whatever the feck she likes. Oh, and shouldn't the cancer charity and the support she showed them be more important than the dress she wore to said event? Or her weight on that particular day?

The world's gone mad. Or rather it's going madder. Put a stop to this nonsense and think about the person behind the picture. Think about the feelings behind the still image.

Rapid Change
I wouldn't be British if I didn't mention the sudden change in weather. We zoomed from long sleeves and knee highs to shorts and sun cream in about 48 hours. Insane.

I'm not complaining, per se, I just like a more gradual change, you know, one that gives you chance to dig out your 'summer clothing' from the depths of the chest of drawers, where it hasn't seen daylight in nine months. Oh, there are all the vest tops, hidden underneath the jumpers and long sleeved tops and trousers and skirts. Etc.

Being of the pasty variety means sun cream is now essential to the bag as soon as I leave the house otherwise red face comes to visit, and if this weather carries on the sexy sun hat will have to leave its dark home in the wardrobe and face the outside world once again.

Though I have to say, I did enjoy my walk into town today in a vest top and long shorts, arms and lower legs feeling the direct warmth of the sun for the first time in almost a year. It's not bad this Vitamin D stuff.

Okay, so I just rewrote Cornflake Girl as Sun Cream Girl, and it really works! #lovetoriamos

I've always been a sun cream girl
It's always been a good solution
For pale, pasty freckled girls
Who'll bronze in the blink of an eye
You better get your sun hat on
Or you might burn your scalp
And it will flake and itch and burn

This will not really, this, this will not really happen to me
You bet your life it will
You bet your life it will
You will burn
If you don't put the sun cream on
Please use the sun cream.

She knows her skin will peel
But looking kind of tan is hard
When your buried beneath loads of cream
It's better for your skin and health
So listen to the sun cream girl
She speak lots of sense
Or you can risk it yourself

This will not really, this, this will not really happen to me
You bet your life it will
You bet your life it will (oh-oh)
You will burn
If you don't put the sun cream on
Please use the sun cream

Mother. Please apply the sun cream (Oh-oh)
Brother. Please apply the sun cream (Oh, this time)
Sister. Please apply the cream...(the sun cream)
Mother. Please apply the cream, please apply the sun cream.

And the girl with the sun burnt nose, thought she knew so much, thought she knew so much, yeah
And the girl with the red shoulders, thought she knew so much, thought she knew so much, yeah
And the girl with the red, red, back, thought she knew so much, thought she knew so much, yeah
And the girl with the sun burnt toes, thought she knew so much, thought she knew so much, yeah!

Mother. Please apply the sun cream.
Brother. Please apply the sun cream.
Sister. Please apply the cream. (oh, yeah.)
Mother. Please apply the sun cream.

Well that was fun.

Okay, final rant:

The 21st Century
Is anyone else struggling to remain in the twenty first century? What with Poldark and Outlander and watching reruns of Pride and Prejudice and Downton, I find myself using some interesting phrases, expecting to change for dinner, and half expecting to see a clan of Scots outside on horseback. (Aye, and I wouldn't be complaining either, you ken.)

I sometimes look up and think, where am I? What is this? And, oo, corsets. But then of course I thank the twenty first century for its lack of corsets and its liberal views on living in sin and having children out of wedlock and not being seen as a spinster. And I love the fact that equality and rights for women and servants and LGBT and race are so much further along. But really, Claire (Outlander) should listen to her husband more and stop getting herself kidnapped, Honestly. I know she's headstrong and stubborn - I might know someone like that, and I might even have made some of her rash decisions - but she keeps getting herself into trouble which then gets her completely hot and awesome husband into trouble and there's been a few too many attempted assaults and almost maimings for my liking. She has to realise she's from the twenty century but currently residing in the eighteenth, and I need to remember than I am definitely from the twenty first. Thankfully. I'd have been tried as a witch, called out as a spinster and shunned in another other century, I'm sure of it.

Alright then. Enjoy the sun whilst you can. Let's face it, we could be back to knee highs and long sleeves by next week. And Happy Wednesday.

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