Monday, 23 February 2015

the good, the bad and lady gaga

Awards season gives me life. It's not because I'm particularly knowledgeable in any field of work that's being accoladed, I'll be the first to admit that I have only watched four out of the eight films nominated for Best Picture at this year's Oscars and that I haven't listened to Beck's Grammy winning album yet and that, truthfully, I only watched The Golden Globes this year for Amy and Tina. Rather, I thrive on awards season because it brings together a few of my favourite things: fashion, pop culture, emotional celebrities and incidentally, Lady Gaga singing her rendition of 'My Favourite Things'. Last night's Oscars started late and ran long and by 5:06am I just really needed Alejandro González Iñárritu of 'Birdman' to wrap it up. But it was enjoyable all the same, garnering as much highs as it did lows. So let's not digress any further: let's talk about what went down at the Oscars, and what actually just flopped at the Oscars.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

forbidden trends: a plea for justice

In an ideal situation, I would have conjured up a New Year, New Me piece in the first week of January. It would have been one of my more well-written pieces that struck a near perfect balance of being relevant, informative and callously witty along with being accompanied by a series of well-shot outfit posts to bring about a new start and ultimately, a new edge to this blog. But alas, I'm more of a realist than an idealist and what's worse, my inherent laziness negates my embedded ambition which has ultimately left me in a dulled stupor for the last number of  weeks. A stupor in which I never failed to recognise and remind myself that I should be writing a blog post with my free time instead of watching Celebrity Big Brother, but in which I simultaneously, yet comfortably, denied all ambition for the sweet numbing of Katie Hopkins' articulate verbal abuse.

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

"how long have i been wearing this bra for?", and other female concerns

Being equipped with your first bra is a momentous experience in any pre-pubescent girls life. More than a support for fat that hasn't arrived yet, your first bra is the physical indicator of closing the door on childhood and barging through the door of adolescence. Typically, my entry through that door was clumsy as fuck. It was in 5th class when I came to the awkward realisation that all of my friends were wearing bras, and I was not. I had missed Bra Initiation Day apparently. Of course, I withheld this detail from them and the next day I dutifully wore one of my sister's bras into school.

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

in defense of lena dunham

What has Lena Dunham been criticised for now you ask? Well, in her recently published memoir, "Not That Kind of Girl", she recalls an incident in which a seven year old Lena is overcome with anatomical curiosity of the female body and opens the lips of her baby sister's vagina to compare to her own (and then subsequently finds tiny pebbles inside). But the essay has been recently twisted by conservative, right wing writers from TruthRevolt.org and The National Review and is essentially retold as a story of sexual abuse, a claim which has now cantered it's way around the internet and echoed by a surprising amount of support. Let's discuss.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

the definitive list of halloween costumes that you'll be subjected to every year

Come the first of October, whilst still predominantly seeing life through my 'New Academic Year, New Me' goggles I tend to promise myself that this Halloween will be different. This Halloween will not be like last year's Halloween, or the one before that, or the one before that. No, this Halloween I will definitely make the smallest semblance of an effort to partake in the annual festivities. However, life inevitably gets in the way, to which I add my classic combination of procrastination and general laziness and topping it with my careless lack of budgeting, leaving me with just enough money to buy alcohol and not enough to buy my original, bitchin' costume. So I then find myself standing in Dunnes sacrificing said bitchin' costume for the good times that are due to come with the shoulder of Smirnoff in my hand all the while promising myself that next year will be different.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

trendspotting: the reknitssance


This very first Trendspotting blog post has been propelled into existence courtesy of my impoverished bank account. In case you guys don't know, I lost my iPhone recently - I don't really like to talk about it that much. But it has consequentially left me in a terrible state both financially and mentally. However, I won't lament any further about my financial or mental woes because, let's be honest, you guys don't really care any more, so instead I'm going to continue telling the thrilling origin story of this post about knitwear.

Thursday, 9 October 2014

16 things you feel when you lose your iphone


Losing an iPhone is an experience that is unrivalled in terms of the emotional decomposition that it inflicts. To be quite honest, the only experience you might dare compare it to, is the experience of losing a limb. That sounds really drastic and I'm aware that my privileged millennial existence is coming off strongly here, but hear me out. Like a leg, my iPhone got me to where I needed to go, whether it's telling me when my bus is due, or gently reminding me what room my politics tutorial is in, it got me around. Much like an arm, it allowed me to give and take things: calls, texts, and groupon deals. My phone was very much an extension of my left hand and let's face it, an extension of my overall being.