Show me a good loser and I'll show you a loser

Having just seen the final of Britain's Missing Top Model, I was appalled at the reaction wheelchair bound Sophie had when she wasn't chosen. Throughout the whole of the competition she has been very outspoken and thought that she was the most worthy of the modeling contract. But the fact of the matter is that Kelly was just better for the job. After all it was a modeling competition. And at no point did she have model looks. 

Why you would enter a competition when you can't stand the thought of losing then you're clearly not cut out for modeling. In order to be a model you have to be thick skinned all the time. You're always going to go to castings and get rejected because you're never going to get every job you go for. Even Super Models aren't always the right look for every shoot. 

The fact that this girl had banged on the whole time about how there should be a disabled role model in the fashion industry really made it shockingly bad when she acted like a spoilt brat throwing a tantrum. It was so unprofessional and didn't set a good example to anyone who has been watching the show and may have started looking up to her. I am really, really disappointed in her inability to be happy for Kelly, and how she had nothing positive to say at all. I feel it's a massive let down for the show and the purpose of the show and now I'm really, thoroughly glad she didn't win. 

Female on Male Crime

Magazines, blogs, conversations and chatshows are constantly filled with male hatred. But what I don't understand is why society has developed such a male hating habit. Why is it that women seem to be obsessed with slagging men off. All you ever hear is how some guy is an idiot, why do men do these things, typical man, stupid boys, men are stupid, only a man could do that. I mean why is it that we as women have the right to judge them all the time. I myself get angry at the typical woman who does this. What seems to make it completely unfair is that I never really hear men speak about women in the same way, and men certainly don't blame women for everything. Maybe I'm fortunate enough to not know any sexist men, but to be honest I just don't hear men speaking badly about women all the time or getting angry about them for being of the opposite sex.

I don't know if my views are blurred, I suppose I was brought up in a traditionalist way of my father being the bread winner and my mother being a home maker, so it's fair to say that I don't mind that women stick to a somewhat "traditional" role. But either way I wouldn't judge someone for wanting a career over being a wife and mother or for balancing the both. But I will judge those who feel the need to condemn the whole of the male species. It's an uneducated and unpresidented response that women use when they can't accurately depict why someone has annoyed them. It's as wrong as being racist or fattist - either way it's a completely generalised response. What I think has led to this is the mear fact that if men were to speak about women in the same way all the time, there would be outrage, and feminist protests, so why do we think we can get away with it?

The most sexist thing I ever really hear coming from a man is usually in some sort of traffic situation when they will come out with 'bloody women drivers' however I myself have come out with that response at times. Because it's true, there are some mistakes on the roads that women make that are very typical. Maybe I drive like a boy -who knows. But I would only ever say it in jest anyway. Women seem to be obsessed with condemning men, from everything from cooking to relationships, bathroom habits to drinking. It is beyond me why women have to write off all men just because one may end a relationship with her, because maybe he changed his mind. They are human beings like us and are allowed to do so if they choose.

It is evident that today's society has gone feminism mad. With women taking over board rooms and earning massive salaries it has thrown off the old hunter gatherers, however if men are willing to let us in, don't you think we should give them a break once in a while and ease up on the man-bashing?

The Invisable Line

What an awesome weekend. First of all we attended the annual Polo Club ball which was fantastic. Everyone had a brilliant time and the food was amazing. It was the first year that we hadn't had any parents in tow so we could really let our hair down, and that we certaintly did.
Everyone looked fantastic and the Marqee was superbly decorated. The bumper cars were great fun as usual and many enjoyed the vodka luge.

Saturday felt like death though, seeing as we had consumed just about every drink imaginable. From champagne to white wine, red wine, vodka, and gin, it's a fair assumption I felt awful. So we thought we best go back to the club to check out the damage. Everyone informed us that we had been out of our trees drunk, we posed with the reminants of the vodka luge, and then after I wolfed down a much needed cheese burger, we watched a match and then I walked along the river to meet some friends. Not taking the fact that I was edging along at quite a pace towards liver failure, I was presented with a bottle of wine, which then turned into a couple of ciders. Then popped into an engagement party and then onwards to meet a friend and drink half a bottle of vodka. Wasted...just a tad.

I got my usual lecture from my friend about how I was being lazy, going out too much and how I should be using my talents and getting a job. Alright for some when they're fully employed and are not a poor graduate of 2008 heavily affected by the recession I thought. Alas once she had finished her monthly tyrade of sort your life out it was onto the dance floor. By this point I should mention I'd had to sit down and down pints of water due to the only thing in my stomach being the cheese burger I'd consumed twelve hours ago. Once I'd been put on the bus home I managed to annoy my brother by falling asleep in his office...of course, a great follow up to last saturday when I'd crashed out on his bed, not realising it wasn't my room anymore.

Sunday came and the hangover was immense, once again and this time I couldn't avoid it by drinking through it as I was the designated driver. So popped the pro-plus, nurofen and drank lots of evian, made myself look reasonably good and off we went to Guards to the Cartier International. So not the day to be sitting out in 30 C with no shade when you're already dehydrated. There were of course the pikeys who were dressed for Ascott and in wedding attire, which are always fun to observe, and there were of course a never ending stream of striped shirt Harry's. But all in all it was a good day. Best comment of the day came from a family friend who was in the members stand and was disgusted by the lager louts that were stood near them. 'Oh we do 'em all every year, we go Henley and Car'ier'. Not really the type that members are used to - but hilarious nonetheless. I don't know why it is of late that people such as Jade Goody are feigning an interest in Polo - it is most peculiar.

To Medicate or not to Medicate

That is the question. As I sit at my desk waisting time before I leave for home I surf the net looking up random medical conditions, as I often do to quench my thirst for knowledge on all subjects. As I've gotten older I have started to notice changes in behaviour, in terms of a million ideas a minute, changing my life plan every day, and often saying inappropriate things without thinking first.

I'd always noticed these qualities in other family members, like the constant pacing, constant talking about oneself, and dominating the room, but I always put it down to a family trait and that we were all just very strong personalities. Now as I surf the net looking for answers for why I can't seem to stick to one plan, or why I can be overly emotional at times, or why the thought of listening to someone dribble on about something in a round-the-houses way, sends me west - I stumble across this

http://www.nacronline.com/dox/library/add_char.shtml

and realise that a lot of the symptoms sound very much like myself. But do you know what, I'm very dubious about the condition ADHD and quite frankly I'd rather be my overly talketive, hyper active self than a medicated vegetable. So upon reflection, for now, as I will no doubt change my mind by tomorrow, or even this evening - I'm not going to do anything about it, because it is me! And I wouldn't change that for any amount of prescription drugs.

Stab in the Back for London's People

That the BBC website have published images of the 21 teenagers that have all been killed in London since Jauary 2008. All these deaths have been caused by gang and street violence. I find it awful that 90 % of the victims of these awful crimes have all been from ethnic minorities, and I worry about the message that the BBC have given out by publicising their pictures and names. I worry for the ignorant people who will take one look at this feature and only see one thing, a brown face, an ethnic name and knife crime. It is this sort of association that needs to be tackled.

The press is forever filled with reports of terrorism, murder, assaults, gun crime and very often seem to feature ethnic minorities as being the culprits. I find this unfair as thousands of crimes are committed every day in this country and only a handful are picked up by the press. This is the same in the case of the exposure that the Madeline McCann case got when she went missing. The fact is that thousands of children go missing every single day, and their parents too, go through the same motions of loss, despair and grief, yet these cases are very rarely made so public. At the same time of the McCann dissappearance a number of children went missing and a few of them were from ethnic backgrounds, yet do we know their names?

I feel that the press have a responsibility, as reporters, to thoroughly research what is going on when cases like this occur. It is unfortunate for the knife and street crime report that it did happen in London, which is, as a Capital city very cosmopolitan. But I feel it would be better that they include some sort of side bar at least to give some demographic information. Just so ignorant people do not jump to conclusions, as these sorts of subliminal features lead to more and more discordence in society and eventually produce more hate crimes.

Something seriously does need to be addressed with regard to the massive increase in gang violence in cities, as this was not an issue in my teenage years. And at the age of 22, to have seen this happen in the mere space of a decade is devastating and makes you seriously worried for what the future holds. The increase in gang culture is synonymous with the Americanisation of the UK that is occurring. A balance of the UK's identity, moral stance, and responsibility to youths education needs to be struck. With the arrival of digital tv our households have become pumped full of more and more american television. This only used to be the case for those of us with cable and digital, but for analogue users it was not nearly on the same level. I remember my mother always moaning about the amount of American television that my brother and I watched, and I never understood why. But now I certainly do.

Could Blaire have possibly have done more to bring this country crashing down into a crime riddled and recession bound entity?

Click this link to see the feature http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7510901.stm

Like a ton of bricks

As I sit at my desk moaning to friends through facebook that some guy hasn't text me back I have a message pop up in my inbox that a friend of the family is fighting for his life in hospital. I feel sick and like a ton of bricks it hits me that if he doesn't pull through this he may be severly brain damaged. I'm sending my thoughts to the family that sit hopelessly waiting for some knews, some glimmer of hope, and go through the various stages of worry, self-reassurance, frustration, despair and hopelessness.

Bleeding on the brain, is the awful occurance that has struck this doting husband and father. I can not even entertain the thought of all the viscious rows I've had with my father whilst this is going on. It just shows that you never know what could happen. Even if he lives he may never be the same again. But let us hope that he will make a full recovery. And learn the valuable lesson to always try and keep the peace with our loved ones. As they are the most important people in our lives.