Little girl beauty pageants and the parents who enter their girls into them are just a complete mystery to me.
Oh, not to mention the double standards and hypocrisey of these ugly things ... yeah, that's right, I just called a beauty pageant ugly. And that's exactly what little girl beauty pageants are!
Actually, ALL beauty pageants are ugly!
I mean, there's this whole outcry from parents about children today being too sexualised and not given the chance to be kids. Today's culture is just too sexualised and all that. I'm sure everyone is familiar with this old cry. It is in the news at least once a week.
But then these parent will go and enter their girls into these beauty pageants.
Makes complete sense, doesn't it?
Complain and whinge about everything being too sexualised for kids, and then going and entering young girls into pageants, where they're judged purely on their looks. And I'm assuming that the sexier the girl looks, the better her chances are of winning. Oh, I know people say that's not how it works. But only stupid, niave people believe this.
And then there's the whole darker side of child beauty pageants.
They're nothing but a chance for pedo's to come in and watch parents parade their girls to the world as jail bait. Little girl beauty pageants really should be called jail bait pageants, because that's all they really are. And I just can't believe that no one seems to have made the connection between little girl beauty pageants and pedo's. I mean, these pageants have got to be a pedo's dream; lot's of little girls all slutted up and being paraded around like pieces of meat. It really can't get better than that for them ... and the girls must be very insecure and lonely, so I can't imagine that it would be too hard for a pedo to lure a girl away with him.
Then there's what these pageants must do to the girl's self esteem (if they survive the pedo's). I can't imagine that many of them would have great self esteem after being subjected to the beauty pageants.
Little girl beauty pageants are nothing more than a sad excuse for sad has been mothers to try and live their dreams of becoming a beauty queen through their daughters.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
They're Not From Here
There's nothing I like more while waitng in line is to watch the people around me. Especially if it's the person in front of me paying the cashier.
It's actually quite bizarre how many different ways there are to hand over his/hers money!
But the weirdest is when the customer in question is told the amount and he/she pulls out a wad of cash and/or a shitload of coins and hands it all over to the cashier to sort through. As though it's the cashier's job to count out the correct amount (or as close to the correct amount as possible). And these people all seem to be English speaking Australian nationals.
Ok, that last bit may have been somewhat of an assumption.
But these customers in question can clearly speak English without any problems. Probably because it's their first language. But you understand what I mean, right.
And if it's an elderly customer who hands over his/hers money for the cashier to count out, I can understand that. I don't really need to explain why ...
But when it's a young to not-so-elderly person handing his/hers money over for the cashier to count out?
That one is just confusing!
Unless you consider the fact that the person isn't from here ... and from "here" I mean Earth and/or this time.
It makes total sense when you think about it!
Most of the world's currency isn't that hard to figure out, especially if the same alphabet is used. And if you happen to be able to perfectly speak the language, it figures that you should be able to understand the little numbers on the notes and coins.
So unless these people have some very special, rare, unknown mental condition (and I hope not, because then I'll look stupid) that makes them unable to count out money, these people JUST can't be from here. They've got to be some kind of travellers, exploring our planet/time for whatever reason/s.
Hopefully peacable reasons
It's actually quite bizarre how many different ways there are to hand over his/hers money!
But the weirdest is when the customer in question is told the amount and he/she pulls out a wad of cash and/or a shitload of coins and hands it all over to the cashier to sort through. As though it's the cashier's job to count out the correct amount (or as close to the correct amount as possible). And these people all seem to be English speaking Australian nationals.
Ok, that last bit may have been somewhat of an assumption.
But these customers in question can clearly speak English without any problems. Probably because it's their first language. But you understand what I mean, right.
And if it's an elderly customer who hands over his/hers money for the cashier to count out, I can understand that. I don't really need to explain why ...
But when it's a young to not-so-elderly person handing his/hers money over for the cashier to count out?
That one is just confusing!
Unless you consider the fact that the person isn't from here ... and from "here" I mean Earth and/or this time.
It makes total sense when you think about it!
Most of the world's currency isn't that hard to figure out, especially if the same alphabet is used. And if you happen to be able to perfectly speak the language, it figures that you should be able to understand the little numbers on the notes and coins.
So unless these people have some very special, rare, unknown mental condition (and I hope not, because then I'll look stupid) that makes them unable to count out money, these people JUST can't be from here. They've got to be some kind of travellers, exploring our planet/time for whatever reason/s.
Hopefully peacable reasons
To Loki's Playpen With It
Well, as I just posted as my Experience Project status, curse my insomnia!
Although I don’t really know why I’m surprised it. I can never sleep at night. I guess I’m just angry with the fact that I have just given up on sleep at all, instead of just waiting to fall asleep at dawn like I usually do.
And I suppose the fact that I’m drinking coffee now isn’t going to help the fact.
Actually, scratch that! The fact that I’m drinking coffee is irrelevant.
I have no hope of going to sleep until tonight, and I have no intention of having a nana nap during any point of today.
And as soon as it’s lighter I’m going for a walk. I’d go for a walk now, but it’s raining. I’m hoping that by the time it’s lighter, the rain will have stopped. I know I’m being optimistic, but …
Although I don’t really know why I’m surprised it. I can never sleep at night. I guess I’m just angry with the fact that I have just given up on sleep at all, instead of just waiting to fall asleep at dawn like I usually do.
And I suppose the fact that I’m drinking coffee now isn’t going to help the fact.
Actually, scratch that! The fact that I’m drinking coffee is irrelevant.
I have no hope of going to sleep until tonight, and I have no intention of having a nana nap during any point of today.
And as soon as it’s lighter I’m going for a walk. I’d go for a walk now, but it’s raining. I’m hoping that by the time it’s lighter, the rain will have stopped. I know I’m being optimistic, but …
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Writing
So apparently it doesn’t really matter what room I’m in when I’m writing. I’ve just got to warm up before jumping into my stories.
I guess that’s why I keep this journal.
That. And some of the shit I write goes into my blog as well.
But after my previous entry, I was able to write a fair bit on my story I was complaining about. Admittedly, I’m stuck now and probably haven’t written as much as I would’ve liked. But it’s an improvement on the previous week.
And I did also spend a fair bit of time looking for short story competitions.
Which, as it turns out, there’s quite a few if you know where to look … actually, it’s all about knowing where to look, I think. I found a really helpful site that tells me about competitions for each month. So I’m definitely going to keep that tab open and keep an eye on competitions. Even if it doesn’t actually mention The Age Short Story competition. But that may because that comp is already closed *sigh* But there’s always next year for that one.
But the best thing about finding all these competitions is that I’m once again enthused about writing, and can actually see some hope of being a successful fiction writer.
My writing future is looking bright once more.
I guess that’s why I keep this journal.
That. And some of the shit I write goes into my blog as well.
But after my previous entry, I was able to write a fair bit on my story I was complaining about. Admittedly, I’m stuck now and probably haven’t written as much as I would’ve liked. But it’s an improvement on the previous week.
And I did also spend a fair bit of time looking for short story competitions.
Which, as it turns out, there’s quite a few if you know where to look … actually, it’s all about knowing where to look, I think. I found a really helpful site that tells me about competitions for each month. So I’m definitely going to keep that tab open and keep an eye on competitions. Even if it doesn’t actually mention The Age Short Story competition. But that may because that comp is already closed *sigh* But there’s always next year for that one.
But the best thing about finding all these competitions is that I’m once again enthused about writing, and can actually see some hope of being a successful fiction writer.
My writing future is looking bright once more.
Writing
Ok, suffering from serious writer’s block at the moment. It’s so uncool. I just want to get on and continue with my story I’m currently writing. I know where I want to take it. I’m not entirely sure.
But that’s not really the point.
I don’t believe in planning stories like that. It’s very restrictive, and stunts character development, which I already know what I want to do, and how.
The problem is that while I have all these plans on how the characters will develop, and the vague outline of the story, I don’t really know how to get there.
The nuts and bolts of the story are what’s giving me the issues so to speak.
At the moment, my two main characters are stuck at the airport buying coffee, and I want to at least get them to the hotel before starting on a short story or two to enter into a couple of competitions.
But at the rate I’m going with this story, I’m not sure I’m going to get them to the hotel anytime soon.
Actually it’s just occurred to me it might be the room that I’m sitting while I’m trying to write. I don’t think I’ve ever successfully written more than a couple of paragraphs when I’ve been in the lounge room. I’ve always been more successful when I’ve written in the so called dining room (it’s supposed to be the dining room, but we don’t use it for that).
I guess I’ve just come to associate the lounge room with procrastination and the like.
So maybe I should just change my location.
Although as it is, this was just a writing exercise to help me get into the flow of writing in the hopes that it would help me with my story that I’m stuck on at the moment.
But that’s not really the point.
I don’t believe in planning stories like that. It’s very restrictive, and stunts character development, which I already know what I want to do, and how.
The problem is that while I have all these plans on how the characters will develop, and the vague outline of the story, I don’t really know how to get there.
The nuts and bolts of the story are what’s giving me the issues so to speak.
At the moment, my two main characters are stuck at the airport buying coffee, and I want to at least get them to the hotel before starting on a short story or two to enter into a couple of competitions.
But at the rate I’m going with this story, I’m not sure I’m going to get them to the hotel anytime soon.
Actually it’s just occurred to me it might be the room that I’m sitting while I’m trying to write. I don’t think I’ve ever successfully written more than a couple of paragraphs when I’ve been in the lounge room. I’ve always been more successful when I’ve written in the so called dining room (it’s supposed to be the dining room, but we don’t use it for that).
I guess I’ve just come to associate the lounge room with procrastination and the like.
So maybe I should just change my location.
Although as it is, this was just a writing exercise to help me get into the flow of writing in the hopes that it would help me with my story that I’m stuck on at the moment.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Who I Am
I was chatting to someone on Experience Project. She had some English essay due about who she was. That got me thinking about who I was:
Soooooo,
Who am I?
I guess I’m an alcoholic (although I can survive not drinking), penniless student. I never have enough money to pay for my life (even if I go without alcohol and smokes). I certainly don’t live in any kind of reality than my own … which is probably why I never have any money.
I also seem to live the lifestyle of some washed up B-grade writer, which makes me even more bitter than I really should be.
But at the same time, I’m fiercely proud and independent, and can’t stand the fact that I have to rely on Centre Link for my income. That just makes me even angrier about the fact that I’m unable to find a job.
I’D LOVE A JOB!
That would mean that I wouldn’t have to rely on Centre Link for my money.
Soooooo,
Who am I?
I guess I’m an alcoholic (although I can survive not drinking), penniless student. I never have enough money to pay for my life (even if I go without alcohol and smokes). I certainly don’t live in any kind of reality than my own … which is probably why I never have any money.
I also seem to live the lifestyle of some washed up B-grade writer, which makes me even more bitter than I really should be.
But at the same time, I’m fiercely proud and independent, and can’t stand the fact that I have to rely on Centre Link for my income. That just makes me even angrier about the fact that I’m unable to find a job.
I’D LOVE A JOB!
That would mean that I wouldn’t have to rely on Centre Link for my money.
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