of pebbles, pebbles that grate on my mind
You may not be her first, her last or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, that else matters? She is not perfect, you are not either and the two of you may never be perfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and make mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you...
of Kate Upton and being skinny
This is a comment I made in response to an article in HelloGiggles THE FAT-SHAMING OF KATE UPTON; OR WHY I’LL NEVER BUY THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN “THINSPIRATION” AND “PRO-ANA” WEBSITES There are millions of people starving in the world as we read this article. Millions of people who have to fight for food. I don’t know if there really are pro-ana websites out there. I don’t know if skinny gossip...
of making the worst cupcakes in existence
Two days ago I made what could only be described as the worst cupcakes in existence. They were sour. They smelt like coconut. They weren’t cooked through and they were heavy. Mr. Marvel hated them. He came in while I was getting dressed with disappointment written all over his face. “At least now when I tell you I like your food. You’ll believe me.” He said before,...
of identifying as a feminist
For the record I am a feminist. I believe in women’s rights. I believe in equal pay. I believe that women should have the same education as men. I believe that women shouldn’t be hindered by their biology. And no, I am not a lesbian, although I believe in a woman’s right to be with another woman, I am in a relationship with the most wonderful man in existence. And no, I am not a...
I finally managed to straighten my hair the way...
The important thing was to do my hair in small sections. When I tried to do it in larger sections the heat couldn’t penetrate my hair. I ended up with really dry frizzy ends that felt like straw to touch. I ran a moisturising serum through my damp hair and blowdried it to that abomination you see on the left. Before I ironed it I sprayed my hair with heat protector. I started at the bottom...
I woke up with the biggest urge to bake something. I might make banana and chocolate cupcake.
Of a love deeper than a jar of peanut butter
Mr. Marvel was playing Civilization 5 today. I walked into the room and started dancing to a song in my head. He stopped playing, watched me, furrowed his brow, paused then grabbed me into a hug. “Baby what are you doing?” he asked. “Dancing” I replied. He threw his head back and laughed. All the while holding me wrapped in his arms. “I just was dancing.” I...
People have wounds, and those wounds are painful. That doesn’t have shit...– Curtis Luciani’s response to the Daniel Tosh rape joke incident.
Dear women who read Twilight/Fifty shades of gray
I don’t agree with your choice of reading material. And I don’t agree that you are reading something that is conducive to a healthy lifestyle or emotional state but who am I to judge when I am in love with a fictional billionaire with a penchant for dressing up like a giant bat and swinging from rooftops. Just please, please do us both a favour and don’t ask me if I have read...
I can’t give a compliment so if I give you one please embrace it wholeheartedly. I am always fair in my assessment of things. I don’t agree that I should say that I love something because you love it. I don’t agree that I should say half the things I do when they contribute nothing to the conversation but I don’t think I should be silenced.
of why I am my mother's greatest disappointment
My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, nurtured me, clothed me, raised me to adulthood, has told me that I owe it to her to finish my Masters. I don’t understand. I’m not really sure what it is that I owe her. As far as I was aware I went to university on my own, paid for by the government, and studied on my own. I received my bachelor degree on my own. I forged my own path on my...
I will never be able to please you. The happier I am the more I disappoint you. You have a bag full of well intentioned smiles. But you haven’t got a single good intention left to give.