Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Monday, May 31, 2010

found zine?


I found this old-er zine the today while I was packing that I must have picked up/forgotten at a show.
It was written in 2008 and it is just a couple of ways to vandalize buildings and disrupt businesses from slashing tires to clogging toilets... not-so-surprisingly on the back page there is a list of sponsors for the 2010 Olympics!
Not exactly my choice of approach but still a pretty informative read into the art of fucking shit up.


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

busy bee

Well Ive been a very busy bee lately, it seems everything is moving in fast forward (all in a positive direction might I add) but it is still greatly overwhelming.

I just got back from Vancouver with my dad and all of this has happened in the past 2 days.

Me, my boyfriend Corbin and my brother Cole have all found a house together its a 4 bedroom and very large im (almost) positive that we got it. The only problem is packing, I have SO MUCH STUFF that I need to get rid of, even looking at my bedroom gives me a headache.

I got a new job which I start next monday, its another cleaning job and its at night so I can still work at the traveloge. the only person I will be working with is Corbin so im pretty excited about that! (he better be a hard worker!)

and my phone has recently bit the dust the screen is broken so i dont know when my new (potential) landlord or boss is trying to get ahold of me I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they are smart enough to just call Corbin's phone!

here is some of my favorite songs lately ive been really into old girl groups, I downloaded all 10 of the Girls in the garage compilation which is pretty fantastic!

You've got to see your mama every night - Kari Lynn

Egyptian Shumba - The Tammys



Patience and Prudence - tonight you belong to me


Wanda Jackson - funnel of love

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I am obsessed with pig goes pop


Opposed to teaching children to live a healthy and active lifestyle, the people at Hasbro Toys decided it would be a good idea to create a plastic mockery of a widespread epidemic (as if the fat kid didn’t get picked on enough).
The games instructions literally involve feeding a pig cheeseburgers and watching his stomach grow. Feed the pig too many and his stomach will go “pop”, therefore making gluttony fun again.
Children are easily influenced at a young age and when they are subjected to themes such as the one Pig Goes Pop represents it can cause future discrimination and unfair judgment towards the obese.
With the constant bombardment of advertisements and media telling people to be one specific body size, alongside this comically gluttonous pig, the message portrayed is very clear that being thin is beautiful and being fat is a joke.
Pig Goes Pop is targeted towards children ages 5- 7 and may induce bias stereotypes and personal insecurities before they’ve even had a chance to form their own individual opinions and beliefs.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Unrealistic beauty standards in the media



I stare at mirror in front of me
This is who I want to be
I'm not like those girls I see
Not like those girls on TV
It's what the boys get off to
It's what their standards are
Don't tell me that their flawless
Or else you won't get far
Their just a figment of your imagination
Physically enhanced at a computer station
It seems you've lost touch with reality
Ain't like those girls on TV

Monday, March 8, 2010

unshaven maiden



I do not believe in spending my money on the unnecessary.
I do not believe that a woman’s body is only acceptable if altered.
Therefore, I do not believe in shaving.

When I was about 11 years old I have a rather vivid memory of playing on a playground with my best friend (at that moment).
I remember lifting my arms to go down the fire pole and my friend screaming “Eww!” pointing towards my underarms and then laughing “You have armpit hair!” I remember feeling extremely confused and embarrassed, I quickly lowered my arms in shame and told her that she had obviously been mistaken (I am a terrible liar and not very good with comebacks).
Later that day I went home and talked to my mother about my misadventures and she ran out, bought me my first razor and taught me how to shave.
Note: If I had no soul and was in need of making a pretty penny I could sell this childhood memory to an after school special about puberty (this episode brought to you by Gillette).
My mummy is a big supporter of the hair removal industry, she didn’t just teach me to shave my underarms (oh no) she also told me to shave my legs, feet, and the 3 or 4 microscopic hairs sprouting out of my toes.
She even went as far as to 'treat me' to frequent eyebrow waxes whenever they were ‘out of shape’.

Let’s now fast forward 7 bald and beautiful years to when I was 18.
I was at this point in my life accustomed to the good-for-nothing tradition of hair removal.
I lived 13 hours and 1 boat ride away from any of my friends and family in a small cold shack in a small cold town.
I had little money and was forced to abandon allot of items that were inevitable back home (shaving being the easiest to let go, cheese and cigarettes being the hardest).
When I finally decided to move back home I accepted cheese back into my life but left cigarettes and razors behind.
My parents were obviously unimpressed, buying into the notion that female body hair is either masculine or unclean.
The funny thing is I have now been an unshaven maiden for over 2 years and I have succumbed to neither of these stereotypes; I am an extremely hygienic person and I love with all of my heart what it means to be a girl.
I believe that if you are denying yourself of body hair than you are also refusing to acknowledge your femininity.
Growing hair is in the same category as growing breasts, it’s a symbol of becoming an adult.
What I don’t understand is why woman would flaunt and accentuate one form of puberty and in the same breath reject and criticize another.

What it all boils down to is money.
Big companies feeding off female insecurities, romanticizing the idea of looking youthful and prepubescent, and also pointing fingers at what is masculine and what is feminine.

The average woman spends $15 a month on shaving, it’s a miniscule amount of money but I would much rather spend it on a book or 2 and educate myself instead of sustaining gender stereotypes and sitting around itching my ingrown hairs.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Look at all the lonely people



I chopped all of my hair off and I feel so exposed without it.
Its a small first step of ridding myself of things that I hide behind.
Ive also cut back on my alcohol consumption but without it I become very anxious and introverted.
I haven't been leaving the house much and Ive been occupying my time with mostly solo activities (reading, writing, baking, painting).
I use to be a very social person.
I was never at home and was never as afraid of the world as I am now.


Thursday, February 25, 2010

PSY-AY-AY



I have a distinct sense of smell but no sense of direction.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

An advertisement targeted strictly towards bad woman


“I’m going to pawn all of my ex-boyfriends jewelry because his penis is small and...SHOES!”

This commercial causes me to let out the most deep and disappointing sigh ever known to humanity, with a gust of wind so powerful that you may feel uncomfortably refreshed if your skirt is short enough (guaranteed refreshment if you take fashion advice from Money Mart actresses).

Friday, January 29, 2010

Burn your Burka



I am not from France, nor do I speak their foreign tongue, but one cannot ignore their governments attempt to ban the wearing of a burka in public.
I personally would never partake in covering my entire body in cloth and hiding my eyes with a mesh veil, but I also do not make decisions based on an organized religions beliefs.
I'm not convinced that this ban is beneficial for a woman's right whatsoever, if it’s not her husband and family forcing her to cover up then it’s the government forcing her to take it off.
What ever happened to freedom of choice?
Woman can choose to wear a bra.
Woman can choose between wearing pants or a skirt.
So why can’t ignorant woman choose to be deprived of an identity?
I am again (like so many other controversies) playing the pro-choice card.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Jungle Jewels

Okay so my relationship with dubstep/fidget music has gone stale.
Did they really have to make a dubstep remix of every top 40 hit ever created?
Did they have to play 'pro nails remix' 8 times in one night at parties?
Did the songs have to sound so similar that they were almost impossible to tell apart?
They bled bass concentrated music dry until there was nothing left to benefit financially from, thus leaving me bored and unentertained.

Lately ive been taking a softer approch to the music ive been surrounding myself with, leaning towards music with more melody and less bass.
I am also really into music with tribal chants and drums in them.
Here are 3 of my favorite tribal songs at the moment!

Dr. Kucho - New School Tribal
Manuel De La Mare & Marshall Aka Luigi Rocca - Voodoo
Simon2 & Andreas Henneberg - Bolingo Gringo


Hope you enjoy.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Cherry Bomb

So when I fist watched the trailer for the new film about The Runaways I had a rather large shit-eating grin on my face.
The Runaways are an amazing band and the story line seemed as though it had that 'girl power' sort of theme to it which I am always down for.
I thought it was a little strange that Dakota Fanning was in it but I decided that I could probably deal.
Then I realized who was playing Joan Jett's Character....
Her face looked sickly familiar so I decided to look it up, low and behold it was BELLA from TWILIGHT.
Now, I don't know who did the casting for this film but I would love to find their home address and possibly their phone number so I can inform them of this fatal error.
I am most likely going to see this film despite its obvious flaw.
It comes out in theaters on March 19th so I will have a few months to try and comprehend Bella as Joan Jett.......



Introduction

Hello small world,
my name is Lauren.
I recently chose to delete my livejoural and move on to greater, brighter beginnings.
I browsed through all of my old posts and realized that all of them were something I didn't want to read or something that I didn't agree with or care about anymore.
Therefore, the slate has been wiped clean, the website has been changed, and I have been reborn.
Bare with me because I am not the best at grammar and I tend to ramble and rant.
But I'm sure you can handle it.

Have a good day,