Universal Indigestion
My attempt at digesting the universe, one blog byte at a time.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Get Your Tits Out Julia!
The above clip is of an Australian politician Penny Wong and her response to being interrupted and ‘meowed’ at by the another male politician. Most responses I have seen to it have been a ‘Hell Yeh Sister’ and ‘You Go Girl’ type stuff. But the clip has sparked something else in me.
Rather than enforcing their ignorant man crap by meeting them with aggressiveness, I would have SO enjoyed seeing these guys get a death stare and a coy knowing smile for being such immature little boys, (or even her responding with a ‘WOOF’ right back and moving on) Penny Wong is an out and proud lezbian and her whole way of being in the world appears quite masculine and I get that, I don’t have a beef with her. But this video and the sexist debates that have sparked really made me think…
Where ARE the SEXY feminine politicians?
I imagine it would be a fucking hard job being a woman in politics, but i’m hanging out for a woman who comes into parliament being not only intelligent and knowing her shit, but also really owning her feminine, sexiness. When I say feminine I’m referring to the feminine qualities of sensuality, receptiveness heart, joy, humor, play etc. While masculine qualities and more about directness, discernment, clarity, control and focus (these qualities are not gender specific but often are)
David Deida speaks of different ways the masculine and feminine manifest which can be seen everywhere, particularly in history.
In the 50′s for example we were very much in strict masculine and feminine roles. Men went off to work while women stayed home cooking apple pies. Men ruled, women served. Then in the 60′s the sexual revolution exploded and women have since worked very hard for equal rights and a level playing field, particularly in the workplace. They burnt their bras and took the ‘If you can do it, so can I” attitude which is very true and necessary in some respects. But what we also did was deny a massive part of our nature and femininity, and in some respect, women became men.
We see this still today – most top business women, lawyers and politicians, are often hardcore masculine in behavior at work; with their power suits and cropped hair they are constricted and serious. I’m not saying women should get back to the kitchen, but what I’m asking is, is the armor really necessary? Is it imperative that we behave in a masculine way in order to get ahead? Do we have to wear unflattering clothes and hide away our femininity and sexuality to be respected?
I believe the next level we are ready for is that women in power can be intelligent, respected AND in their feminine, sexiness. A woman who knows she has a brilliant mind but also revels in being a woman, in her breasts, her playful beauty, her pussy power. That being a woman IS different and special. A woman who can calmly stand above all of the immature patriarchal residue that still creeps in trying to suppress and demean, knowing full well the powerhouse that she is.
Hm, Maybe I’ll become a politician..
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wake Up Princess!
Although I do consider myself a bit of a feminist, today I realized that I've been hiding out in this particular social construct for awhile now– it’s safe, and I don’t have to get out of my comfort zone or face being rejected. But today that little story didn't get me any riding off on a horse into the sunset with a sexy chai man endings.. It got me shit all, (apart from a good blog) and I've been pulled by my fairy-tale princess hair to wake the fuck up.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
An Ode To 'The New Age Guy'
Friday, February 25, 2011
My Psychosis
Friday, July 23, 2010
Michelle's Duck
“SO DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD!!!??” she screamed – before screeching the car to a stunning halt. We all sat in silence before she continued on driving as if nothing had happened. God or no god, life was never boring with Michelle around, she was something else. She was mad with faith and high on life, it was contagious.
Monday, September 28, 2009
BODYMIND
Yes. No.
I changed my mind again. Well, it wasn’t really my mind doing the changing, but the persistent beating inside my chest . Or perhaps lower again, maybe the squirmishness in my gut made me do it. Lower? No not any lower than that, I am a woman, my genitals do not make my decisions..i don't. think.
Feel. Stay with me. Beckoning, whispering, hinting. My head cocks slightly in the north-easterly direction. Wait for tonight when the sky is dark. Breathe, Flow. Enjoy the sunshine. Easy.
Listen. MOVE! South- West NOW before it's too late to see where you're going!
WHAM! Heavy brick smashes me in the face. Hard.
A trusty compass. The body knows. The mind tries to barge its way in and take action.
DO something! It’s for your own good. Scared shitless. Fucking control freak.
Legs itch. The smell of fish fills my nostrils. Have you learnt your lesson yet?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Free Like Me
Well your first mistake, is you love a good steak.
Second, you care about your hair.
Your fruit is not organic – your sex is not tantric.
Yeah, you’ve got a lot to change, until you’re free like me.
Well, I can clear negative energy from your chakras,
It’ll only cost you 100 dollars.
Woah, your third eye is really blocked.
Yeah, you’ve got some work to do, until you’re free like me.
I can help you with your fear of intimacy,
Just take your clothes off and come with me.
You’ve never heard of a cuddle puddle?
Wow, You’ve got a lot to learn.
Until you’re free like me.
Express yourself man!
No, Not like that.
Thank God, I’m here to help you out.
All ego and attachment, you must rid yourself of!
Didn't you realise, it's all about truth and love?
PEACE :)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Hooray For The Winter Blues!
The problem is we DO NOT live in society that accepts the NEED for down time, let alone giving it any importance - we've got this disturbing 'harden the fuck up' mentality where nuturing ourselves is seen as a anti-social weakness that surely a night on the town and a couple of bourbans can fix. So I'm here to tell you otherwise and encourage you to embrace these darker times in life as a chance for renewal, that require just as much attention, respect and acknowledgement as the warm bliss of sunshine.
Historically many societies honoured the cylical nature of life - The concept of death and rebirth was everywhere; in the change of seasons, the crop cycles, the moon - AND the up and down, eb and flow of emotion. So it was seen that just as a rose bush needs to be cut back to an 'ugly' stump in winter in order to fully bloom again in the summer time - so humans need to move into introverted, reflective and darker places emotionally in order to emerge again, full and powerful. It can be said that once patriarchal rule and christianity made it big, heaven and hell became very real and very separate places in in our psyche and we all knew exactly where we wanted be (and if we didn't then we'd probably be burnt at the stake). From then on darkness held negative connotations of death, evil and sin - things we should reject and avoid at all costs - move towards the light and the heavens good people! The pure spirits will guide you.
Whether you value religion or not, this is history, social function is undeniably a product of the past and to favour light over dark can still very much be witnessed today. When we're feeling down, we still turn to the pure spirits to make it all better - but rather than praying down to the holy ghost, we smash 5 tequila shots at the pub. No wonder theres so much fucking suicide when pain is something we'd rather not hear about.
We need to start allowing ourselves to honestly move into how we REALLY feel and to do it whole heartedly - to embrace the empty branches knowing the seed is still very much alive in the earth and the flowers will be back soon. As well as honouring yourself, its important to remember we all go through the light and the dark at different times and it is equally important to allow your friends to do what they need to do too - if a friend is feeling fragile while your ready for a crazy party - acknowledge where your both at and part ways for the night - vodka for you - a bath tub for your friend.* Often social pressures to be light hearted and fun 24/7 are the exact reason we never tune into what we really need, so don't encourage this bullshit by thinking your 'cheering them up' by dragging their ass out of bed and shouting them a free pill. That's not how it works and really what we all need is someone to tell us that how we're feeling is OKAY! So whether its you who is in a darker faze right now or someone you know - remember life isn't all sunshine and rainbows and be gentle with yourself.
A cold snap may be just what you need.
* Severe depression or suicide obviously requires more than just a bath tub so seek professional help if it's more than just the winter blues.
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Monday, April 27, 2009
The Stretch
I remember reading an interview with Jamie Durie a few years ago, where he quoted his life motto as “Bite off more than you can chew and chew like hell” Forgetting these words of advice came from an ex Manpower member, I knew he was on to something. Just like any muscle in our bodies, our minds need to be stretched too; to step out of comfort zones, do things that are scary and surround ourselves with people that challenge us. I have been actively chasing these types of stretches for the past few years with many of my experiences revolving around pushing my boundaries and my fears - but lately I've started to question whether there is more to growth than pain.
Getting a massage off a friend the other day she asked me to tell her when the pressure was too much. As she kneaded and kneaded into my pain it came to a point where she could literally not go any deeper unless she wanted to rip open my flesh! She commented in suprise at how much pressure I could take, so I decided to let her work on me more softly for awhile. To my amazement I had a powerful and painless experience and a new realisation hit me - although I could handle whatever pain I was subjected to, whether that was what I always 'kneaded' was another thing.
“There is a duck inside you
Her bill is never still, searching through dry
And wet alike, like a rover in an empty house
Cramming objects in his sack, pearls, chickpeas,
Anything. Always thinking “There’s no time!
I won’t get another chance!”
If we spend all our time delving below the surface, looking for meaning, challenges and growth - we will never get to taste the fruits of our labor and all the goodies we have collected in our search! I think there needs to be a balance of diving into the depths of our selves and bopping in bliss on the surface and that life doesn’t have to always be an uncomfortable stretch on the rack. To have someone tell you that you’re amazing is just as vital and necessary as having someone make you question yourself. So although I will always be an advocate for facing your fears and going deep into the challenge of life – there is also beauty and importance in appreciating and loving who you are right now and letting yourself experience that softness too. To allow ourselves to feel the pain in order to get out those knots, but also give ourselves time to digest and be nutured.
Pain and pleasure are just as important as each other and there needs to be a balance of both when it comes to personal growth. Maybe you've been playing it safe in your comfortable bubble for a bit too long now, and a stretch is exactly what you need. But maybe like me you need to get off the rack and have a fucking hug!
Deep down we all know what is best for us. So take a moment now to ask yourself,
What do you NEED right now to GROW?
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Thursday, January 8, 2009
My Time At The Titty Bar
For one, I realised very quickly that men are sex crazed perverts who enjoy a challenge and would much rather harrass the innocent looking girl who's wearing all her clothes than the bad ass naked lady shaking her vagina in their faces. I also learnt that with alcohol, men can go from being VERY charming to VERY sleazy in a VERY short space of time - But most of that is pretty obvious. On a deeper level , what I came to really figure out was we all have differents masks and behaviors, and in order to properly function in our society we must chop and change these parts of ourselves to suite our environment. There is absolutely no fucking way I could have enjoyed myself working in that bar if I had walked in like some hippy, vipassana meditator and started trying to talk about remaining equanimous and the impermenance of the life with the patrons. Actually, I did tell one guy that I just gotten back from ten days of silence and his response was "Wow you must be really horny" Yes, I learnt very very quickly that the majority of the men were there to watch the cricket, get pissed and see some pussy; so pour them their beer, have a laugh and get over it. What it knocked into me was there is a time and place for everything and I will have a much happier and stress-free life if I realise that as long as I know who I am, like REALLY know who I am, even if it's just a vague notion of that very core of me - then no person or experience can take that away. As soon as we start clinging to ideas about our identity and who we think we are and aren't, what our scene is and what isn't, we miss out on so many unexpected opportunities to grow, learn and experience. So forget who you think YOU ARE - just take opportunities that come your way and embrace them for what THEY ARE.
Yep, I wiped down bars while naked chicks gyrated in front of me, poured beers with an ex stripper from Vegas called Ginger and kissed a bikie man on the cheek for 4 dollars - and you know what?
I had fun :)
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
My Ten Days of Shh...
Vipassana, which means to see things as they really are, is one of India's most ancient techniques of meditation. It was taught in India more than 2500 years ago and was spread all over the world by a guy called Goenka in the 60's. It is a practice of observation. You take a vow of noble silence (silence of body, speech, and mind) for 10 days where you do not speak, gesture, make eye contact with anyone. The experience is yours and yours alone and you basically live as a monk/nun for your time there.
As soon as I read about Vipassana a few years ago I wanted to do it, I applied last year but backed out at the last minute. But a year later decided I really wanted to give it a go and felt it was now or never. I must admit in the few hours leading up to it, resistance flooded in once more - I started whining and whinging about going (for who's sake I don't know, considering it was ME who was choosing to go) Nevertheless something in me obviously knew that it would be a good experience - so I begrudingly packed my bags, reminded myself that it wasn't going to kill me, and reasoned that I might as well "get it over and done with" ha.
A day at Vipassana goes something like this -
At 4am A big gong gets hit to wake you up - everyone is supposed to begin meditation at 4.30am for 2 hours - I tried this for the first few days but it fucking killed me - so I reasoned that obviously I am not yet spiritual enough to wake up at this ungodly hour - and slept in. You are meditating in total about 10 hours a day with breaks inbetween - sometimes in the group hall and sometimes in your own room. Men and women are seperated. (thank god!) as there were some extra sexy hippy boys there which I fantasized about enough from across the field - let alone if we were sharing the same peanut butter! You get breakfast at 6.30am and lunch at 11 - dinner is two pieces of fruit and students who have done the course before get zippo - ouch. You are eased into the technique slowly for the first few days but there is really not a lot to it - you observe the sensations on your body without reacting and that's about it - sounds simple. Hell no! All your shit is laid bare and you realise what a crazy wild beast your mind is and that you are a paranoid, psychotic freak with massive issues. Sounds awesome right?
For the first few days I was in this mind set - berating myself for being such a fucking masochist and choosing to put myself through such torture. Was this spiritual path always going to be one of pain and torture? Why couldn't I just be content with normality? Why is everyone else around me looking so calm? Why do I ask so many questions? I was completely paranoid, at one stage convincing myself that the manager was judging me as a spiritual imposter and then that the girl in the bed across from me had obviously moved her pillow to the other end of the bed because she didn't want her feet near mine and there was probably bad energy coming out of them - I know, what the fuck - your mind just goes nuts. The thing is, it's actually doing what it is always doing all day every day, but when you have books, music, people, drugs, food, internet, the busy craziness of life - we are able to constantly distract ourselves and not have the faintest idea what nutters we are. Despite all the tears, paranoia and pain, as the days pass you really get to an understanding about things and the realisations you have are AMAZING. No one is there to validate your experience when issues come up, so you are forced to deal with them alone and you really get in touch with an inner wisdom. It's fantastic. If you are up for the challenge I would reccommend anyone to go. There is no religious dogma or ritual about it - and you don't even have to pay any money for it. All the centres run by donation only, you give what you can afford if you feel you have gotten something out of it - which I can guarantee you will.
Being back for a month now I see how easy it is to fall back into normal life, to forget everything I have learnt and go back to the same old stuff. And admittedly I do slip at times - however I have a new sense of determination and understanding about myself which i truly believe has changed my life. Personal development is cool and shit guys. Get into it!
http://www.dhamma.org/
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Great Expectations
So what is it about the big 3 0 that makes people wake up? Is it the appearance of a grey hair? Boredom? Cellulite? The imminence of death? Yeah, these factors probably have something to do with it, but I think what we have underestimated is the power of expectation and belief. When picturing the lifespan; By 30 – 40 years old, we expect ourselves to have started settling down or at the very least gained a certain level of comfort in our skin. It’s a time when we are expected to have answers, so if we haven’t found them we are forced to start looking. These age expectations are constantly changing and are dependent on many factors - but I have started to wonder that when it all boils down to it, perhaps the only particularly magical thing about being 30 is the psychological perception of what we think it holds for us.
I turned 20 this year and I find that basically shit all is expected of me on a deeper level ‘You’re young” “You’ve got all the time in the world” are extremely frequent responses when I decide to take a reflective view point. I almost feel as if I am being dissuaded to care about things, purely because I am young and I should obviously be busying my mind with boys and alcohol like any ‘normal’ 20 year old. What disturbing and limiting views we have placed on age. If you’re under 30 then using your brain is not really required, but if you’re over 30 you better be stable and have all the answers OK!? If we continue to believe lifespan and maturity is this cut and dry, even if it’s from a deeply subconscious level, we will continue to have most 18-25 year olds acting like careless dip shits and confused 40 year old men fucking their secretaries and buying Ferraris. Expectation is a very powerful thing and can be used for both good and evil, and although I am a big believer of taking responsibility for your own actions, we’ve also got to remember the power we have in affecting others.
An experiment was conducted where a group of average students were divided into two classes. One class had a teacher who was told the pupils were gifted high achievers, while the other teacher was told hers were struggling slow learners. After some time, assessments of the student showed that the majority of the group which had been arbitrarily named as "gifted" obtained higher scores than they had previously, while the majority of the supposed "slow learners" scored lower. How both groups of kids performed had nothing to do with their real capabilities, but were simply reflections of the false beliefs their teachers had about them. When my mother wants me to empty the dishwasher for her, she simply leaves the door open. As I potter around making my breakfast in the morning it sits there expectantly, the gleaming dishes peaking out at me. I have never once closed the door on those clean plates, purely because of that damn blatant expectation staring me in the face.
If the only expectations we placed on each other were to have a sense of integrity and honesty about ourselves,(no matter how old) then there would be a lot less problems in the world. Epiphanies would not have to wait for the appearance of wrinkles if we could all just recognise that self awareness is independent of age. I think if we simply start encouraging more from the people around us - we may find that is exactly what we get. And really, If my mum can get me to do housework without saying a word - just think of the possibilities :)
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Stranger Danger?
From frequently catching public transport I have often looked around and witnessed this common 'own little world' syndrome people choose to be overcome by. People on trains are scared to even look at each other let alone talk. Simply locking eyes with someone sitting across from you usually results in both parties nervously looking away, however with an abundance of iPods and MX papers to busy ourselves; this uncomfortable awkwardness can usually be avoided – thank god for that. I have often wondered how much we could all learn on a simple 40 minute train ride if conversation with strangers was the norm. How many potential stories and lessons and perspectives are in one carriage alone. What's everyone so afraid of?
I seriously think part of this fear comes from the whole 'Stranger Danger' thing drummed into us as kids...as children our brains do not have the ability to make informed and safe decisions true; so rather than parents teaching us about trust, instinct and perception its easier to just say "don't talk to anyone you don't know" But realistically, once you reach a certain age a charismatic man with a hot car and a handful of boiled lollies isn't always going to result in sex (and if it does we now have the cognition to convince ourselves it was his great personality that did it) My question is, If you can't trust strangers, who can you trust? Basically every person you know would have been a random to you at some point in your life. So what made it okay to speak to them? Because your cousin knew them? Because you had two friends in common on face book? This word 'Stranger' is fuelled with such negativity. But why? In the good words of the Simpson's "A strangers just a friend you've never met' (or was that Yeats?) Anyway, as corny as it sounds I really believe that.
Sure one could argue that there are waay too many 'weirdos' in this world to not be wary. But that's where perceptiveness and instinct come in. Staying alert and open to people around you will more likely keep undesirables away in the first place because you're not living internally but opening up to what's around you. We need to start recognizing where these ideas about strangers have come from. Is closing ourselves off really about personal safety, or merely a protective covering of our own fragile egos? I don't think it's really strangers we are afraid of..but what we may learn about ourselves in the process.
What a beautiful thing it is to connect with someone. To learn something new, to share some helpful advice. A song you heard. A country you visited. A person you met. To share ideas, To understand, to relate, to introduce them to someone who may change their life. To compliment their shoes. To participate in other peoples lives. To be affected and to affect simultaneously. That's what it's about. There are so many souls floating around on this earth and not nearly as many connections between them all as there should be. So smile at someone the next time you are on the train. Don't put your head down when you cross someone on the footpath. It doesn't mean you have to try and strike up conversation with every single person you come into contact with. Simply open yourself up to inviting people into your world and be willing to reach out into theirs if occasion calls for it...and believe me it always does. You'll be surprised at how different it actually feels simply taking away this stranger danger mindset.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Welcome To The Real World
Working fulltime was all very exciting to begin with, I bought some new snappy clothes and shoes (which I must say seriously slaughtered my feet) and I was pretty damn excited- blistered, but excited never the less. There was this lovely feeling of unity as I sat amongst my new stoic, carbon copy friends on the 8.10 train to work every morning. I was suddenly part of a world which had so far seemed quite removed and alien to me and I was accepted and sharing it with them - I was part of it. Now if you'd have asked them whether they felt this same connection they'd probably look up from their skinny latte and New Weekly and go "Wha..?" but admittedly for awhile there was something beautiful and comforting about it. I guess piteously as it was, I felt like a grown up. But as the weeks went on, I started to become quite disturbed by this monotonous, repetitive lifestyle me and my suited-up friends were living. As my bafflement turned to frustration and my troubled opinions were voiced, I was amazed at how many people patted me on my quixotic little head and welcomed me to the working world. A place where the week is wished away by friday countdowns, people live for the weekends and mondays are dreaded like the plague. Is this seriously how people want to live?
Now if any person who does wear a suit, endures 9-5 etc happens to this read this blog, they will most likely laugh at my ignorant idealism and continue procrastinating the day away on someone else's MySpace. But to my own defense (surprise surprise) being able to experience and see this part of life when I am indeed young, idealistic and yeah little bit ignorant; in my opinion has given me much more of an objective view on the inner workings of it all. I have experienced regular Monday morning meetings where upon asked how everything is going, the replies are moans and groans of "shit" "bored" "over it" etc. Well I'm sorry but naĂŻve or not, fuck that for a joke.It seems to me, working life and culture, at least in the corporate Monday to Friday world, is one aspect where a large majority of society feels they can justify their suffering and compromise their passions. There is this disturbing collective notion that life is one big struggle and something we all have to endure rather than enjoy. I do not believe for a minute everything is easy. But I really think hard work does not have to be a 'hardship' if you do what you love and follow what you're passionate about. For some reason this notion of hating your job, accepting second best and not following what gets us really pumped – is all part and parcel of this so called 'real world' and our little burden to bear.
If we feel sick do we not go to the doctors to get some medicine? If we feel cold, do we not put on a jumper? For every problem there is a solution, perhaps not an immediate one, but a solution no less. Maybe you will have to eat Maggi noodles for a month, sell you're Louie vuitton handbags, or admit to yourself that you have just spent 5 years studying for something you now realise you can't stand - but we are never completely trapped. Call me young and idealistic if you will, but is it so ridiculous to think that if we have a blister on our foot it would be wise to just stop wearing the fucking shoe?
So maybe uni kids actually have it right…they're doing (or drinking) what makes them happy and working out what it is they're really passionate about. I did work experience at monash and I now understand why there were so many veteran students who had been there for years, continuing on with honours, masters and whatever else was on offer, refusing to remove their heads from their books and thesis' and stop studying for good.
I don't think it's just about saying good-bye to monday morning sleep-ins and concession benefits. The real thing graduates must leave behind is the safe little bubble where they can do what they like without being frowned upon for not confirming to societies bullshit cultural ideals regarding work. "I'm studying at uni" sounds a shitload better than "I'm inbetween jobs at the moment working out where I want to go from here" Because once you're out of there, once you've graduated from an institution where doing what you love is acceptable and customary, will we really have the balls to stick to our guns? It remains to be seen.
My only hope is that yes, someday everyone will. Maybe there will be some huge revolutionary shift, perhaps starting with my blog (now that's idealism) and the 'I hate my job, but so does everyone else' outlook will be abolished forever. But if not, don't be surprised if soon enough you hear those same familiar words I have heard time and time again this year…'Welcome to the Real World...'
PhD anyone?
*Disclaimer*
The writer acknowledges that wearing a suit and working 9-5 is not always directly proportional to hating your job.
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Can I Get A Price Check On A Good Personality?
What we think we want is obviously very different to who we are realistically choosing to be with. The reason being when we don't feel happy and content in ourselves the relationships we have will be unhealthy ones - it’s as simple as that. How can we expect to make the right purchase when our hunger and thirst for things like affection and attention is manipulating our choice? "Shopping while hungry will just make you buy food that isn’t good for you and food you don’t need" The same applies in relationships – and whether we realise it or not a majority of us are just shopping on empty stomachs. When hungry; extremely important considerations regarding good nutritional content, the used by date, the fact that your throat completely closed up last time you ate those nuts; are easily disregarded in the face of instant gratification. We all know what is bad for us, but if we're hungry who gives a shit right? I'm all for the occasional ‘Impulse buy’ because everyone deserves having a good old binge once in awhile. But remember, if you choose to make frequent unhealthy choices, there’s no one to blame but yourself when you’re left fat arsed or heartbroken.
Obesity, bad relationships, addiction – they all stems from the fact that we’re ravenous as fuck and believe contentment can be found outside of ourselves. However those grumbles will not ever disappear if we continue to think love means finding someone in order to feel 'Complete.' Satisfaction is not anything we can buy from others. It’s not about writing a detailed list of what you want, it's about ensuring you make your purchases when you feel full, and only then will you get what you need.
So the next time someone tempting from the bad food group asks "Can I help you?" the reply can be as simple as "Just looking Thanks!"…and we all know that drill.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
..Like They Do On The Discovery Channel?
When I received this text message from my ex, I think it’s safe to say I was completely taken aback. Where was the chivalry? The charm? Or at the very least, a wink-face to soften the blow would’ve been nice. When it comes to sex I have always ranked honesty high on the list, and believed being upfront was the only way to conduct a healthy relationship. But I have to admit, when this little gem beeped into my inbox at 6am on Sunday morning, I was forced to rethink whether honesty really was the best policy. Or was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, merely an archaic fantasy?
As I desperately scoured my minimal relationship experiences for a sliver of candors existence, It dawned on me that perhaps we have all been conditioned to hold a certain level of dishonesty when it comes to the opposite sex. Old sexual stereotypes portray the ideal female as a demure, respectable young lady - While men were expected to be strong, proper gentleman, who treated women accordingly at all costs. Girls: Smile, cross your legs and be pretty. Men: Take charge, open doors and pay for dinner. Despite the complexities of human beings, for a majority of our ancestors, the law of attraction was cut and dry modesty. Thanks to the sexual revolution of the 60’s, BigBrother Uncut and a number of Peaches Album’s, our society is obviously far more liberal these days – however there is still undeniably some level of sexual etiquette that forces us to stifle our urges and behave. If *insert un-researched bias news program here* is correct, and we do model our behavior on the deviant music and television programs currently available, then in theory sexual restraint should not exist today. So why does it? Evolution proves that we were all monkeys to begin with…so shouldn’t we all be doing it ‘like they do on the discovery channel’ by now?
Well, maybe not. As a sexual invitation to their female counterparts, Male primates’ squat with their knees spread wide, and while slapping their palms on the ground, thrust their pelvis forward to display their erect penis. Although this mental image may not seem so strange to anyone who has witnessed the drunken 3am dance of the typical Australian male, on a whole this sort of public animalistic behavior would obviously not make for a very productive society. Therefore when parading our mojo is a no-go, we humans have cleverly learnt there are other, more prolific methods to get our freak on.
Innuendo (commonly referred to as beating around the bush) has now become dating protocol – by mastering the use of metaphor, body language and tight fitting clothes, we are able to express all those naughty things we want to do to each other and still appear to be the semi-respectable people our mother’s hoped for. The art of suggestion is not a new concept - A young man called Bobby wrote in a 1950’s youth magazine,
So why do we even waste our time when we all know what we really want? Maybe The Bloodhound Gang and my Ex were onto something. Should we put a stop to all this hair twiddling and Facebook poking and just get it over with already? Yes, we would be saving ourselves a lot of blood, sweat and hair product if we did - but what we would in turn be losing is the exact excitement we all long for; the flirty eyes, the wining, the dining, the footsies under the table, the anticipation and the butterflies. Even birds have extensive, colorful mating rituals to attract sexual partners, and while Darwinists conclude this is purely an evolutionary development - I think our feathered friends have decided that they too, prefer the thrill of the chase. And can we blame them? At the end of the day, innuendo reminds us that figuring out the puzzle can be just as satisfying as the prize.
So if a ‘proper pounding’ is all you’re really after…I’d like my $1.20 milkshake with a little extra sugar thanks Bobby!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I Judge You When You Travel With Contiki
For those who aren’t aware, although due to its disturbing popularity I’m sure you are - Contiki (AKA a Chuck and Fuck tour) is a travel company which offers ‘amazing overseas experiences for 18-35 year olds.’ For anyone willing to fork out the extra few thousand dollars, Contiki boasts the following ’unique’ opportunities;
Discovering Different Cultures
At Contiki we do our best to make sure you see everything. In order to do so we travel through 10 completely different, multi faceted, complex countries in just 2 WEEKS! You’ll be sure to get a real understanding of them ALL, or at least try the beer.
Creating memories that will last a lifetime **
Contiki plans every last detail for you; including stimulating activities such as body shots and pool volleyball, without you even needing to leave the hotel! In case things get too overwhelming, we also provide you with your very own tour guide, who is also available as a slightly more drunk and unethical substitute mother.
** Considering the general intoxication levels of our travelers - Contiki takes no responsibility for your memories NOT lasting a lifetime or even into the next morning for that matter.
“Meeting new people from all over the globe”
Of course with Contiki you’ll always be surrounded by like-minded souls with the same views, opinions and bottled hair color as yourself - We offer safety in the fact that it’s highly likely one of your ’new’ friends will have grown up in the same suburb as you, and knows your brother. By spending ALL your time with your group, we helpfully eliminate the chance that you may meet someone who challenges you.
WOW, THANKS CONTIKI!
What a joke. Contiki has basically created one big, fat, safety net for anyone wanting to stay in their prospective bubbles of ignorance, by attempting to make travel a ‘normal’ experience. The thing is, overseas travel isn’t normal, it isn’t safe - that’s what makes it so special and life changing. The reason you hear about people getting so much out of their experiences overseas, is because it forces you OUT of your comfort zone. You find yourself with people, and in places you never thought you would. You might get lost, struggle to communicate and feel scared shitless. But all the things that may initially make you feel uncomfortable, are the exact forces that enable you to realise your own potential - these are the parts of travel that make you grow up and help you to understand yourself and the world around you - Okay, so some people aren’t always up for a bit of personal development (fucking weirdo’s if you ask me) but if this is the case, then why waste thousand of dollars, and not just stick to pissing on at the local with your mates? With Contiki you’re STILL getting wasted and STILL picking up randoms like every other week - But Hey, You’re doing it in another country now! - LOOK OUT!
So if you choose Contiki, PLEASE don’t expect to come back any different to when you left - apart from a lot less of my respect and a few less brain cells.
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Thursday, February 28, 2008
You Can't Take the Boy Out of Backstreet
If you go to a boyband concert there are certain things you expect;
Choerographed moves? - Check.
Young girls screaming their tits off? -Check.
The band samplying Daft Punk? - What the Fuck !?
In an obvious attempt to break out of their cheesy mould, the night was filled with quite a few of those jaw dropping moments, where I thought 'Hang on...where am I again?" Throughout the show I reasoned that I had two options, I could stalk out of Rod Laver in disgust, or I could take it for what it was and have a good time. So yes, when the boys broke into a slightly remixed version of Backstreets Back, and told me to wave my hands in the air like I just didn't care - I did just that.
Obviously the show was not what I had expected, but at the end of the day I am not the same person I was 10 years ago, and neither are they. Of course part of me wanted them to be the same bowl cutted, finger clicking, baby faced little boys that I adored so much when I was younger, but like everyone- they grew up. And with growth and change comes the sad fact of life that you're unable to fufill the expectations of the same people anymore. But what we need to remember, is at the end of the day you'll always have fans - whether they are clinging to your past, appreciating you at present, or waiting for you in the future.
So BSB, as fans of your past I salute you...And Daft Punk aside they still thankfully did pull out the cheese; matching leather jackets and enough nasal 'oooo baby's' to fufill any young girls fantasy - Reminding me that there's a little bit of our past in all of us -
I still paid to see the backstreet boys after all :)
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Confessions of a Lost Soul
So guess what people? - I'm lost as fuck.
A self proclaimed free spirit, over the past few months I have admittedly been at a low point. Internally questioning every move I make I've spent a vast majority of the time scrutinizing my map so ferociously that I haven't even bothered to put my head up and take a look at where I am, let alone appreciate the scenery! This self depricating behaviour has ultimately led to a personal demise and certain crushing of my soul. And to be quite frank, I'm over it. The constant questions from the type of traveller I despise the most, have been rading my conciousness day in and day out - Will this path get me here? Should I be turn right or left in a hundred metres? Is this route well travelled or should I try something a little more off the beaten track? And lately it's just come to me, shut the hell up bitch, stop getting hung up on the destination and start enjoy the bloody ride...Who would've thought that ironically I'd become this lost from simply searching too hard? (well apart from the buddhists..) And now in reflection, I'm realising it's just about having the balls to ditch your damn compass once in awhile - and that's when the true magic happens.
Now although I won't be purchasing a wanky sticker for my car just yet, from now on I'm going back to my roots and following whatever path happens to find me; twisty, turny, dead end, straight down the guts - bring it. I think I'm ready again, to embrace the journey and revel in the fact that me and my not-so trusty map won't know shit about what somethings really like, until we've been there.
So I'm off for a wide-eyed wander, crossing bridges once I've actually got to them, with my faith in the knowledge that wherever I end up, I know I'll make the most of it. And anyway like a good friend once said to me -
All roads lead home :)
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Friday, July 6, 2007
Yellow's Just Not My Colour
Whether it be committing to a 6 year Uni degree or spending every weekend at the same club. I have often felt a mixture of contempt and envy for this kind. The kind, who with a hop step and jump find their path and with the finish line in view put down their determined little heads and commit to something, Its like their life purpose (or at least what DJ they will be rockin' to Saturday night) has already been easily uncovered and they are content to stick with it. But lately this fine line between someone with an admirable focus, and a boring creature of habit is becoming quite blurred for me.
Those of you who know me would know predictability and routine is not something I possess much of and I have often been quite determined for this to be the case. My path honestly resembles more of a non-environmentally friendly bush bashing session than a well-laid yellow brick road. I thrive on the un-known and the undiscovered. I am always making new friends, trying something different and discovering a new hobbie (which I won't necessarily stick to). I have had a number of fleeting friendships, conversations and connections with all types of people who are now just a distant memory or a random name and number in my mobile.
Now in hearing this any trained psychologist would probably write
"Vanessa is an extremely capable young woman whose fear of failure results in her never aiming to achieve anything significant in all facets of her life" *
And yeah to be honest, lately this sort of predictable psycho analysis has been making me question - Would my life actually be more significant and successful, if right now I chose a more predictable and direct path? And am I actually a free spirit, or really just a lost soul?
Firstly the question I think we really need to be asking is, What exactly is 'significance?' What is 'success'? Isn't achievement really just a subjective interpretation anyway? I think a lot of the time we forget that. Just because all the midgets are talking about it doesn't mean there's only one way to get to Emerald city. The Yellow Brick Road is a lovely little route – and perhaps I do seem like a flighty non-committal idiot for not taking it too. But maybe right now, Yellows just not my color.
What I've realised is there are a number of paths people can follow to get where they need to be, and although it's usually a lot easier to face the lions and tigers and bears (oh my) with someone by your side, it's not always the most beneficial. So whether you're bracing it alone or linked arms with a bunch of heart-less brain-less friends you picked up along the way, we all have things we need and I think if we follow our passion eventually we'll all be clicking our heels and ending up at the very same place anyway..here's hoping.
And I think this is just me and my way, destined to explore the unknown, to meet, to understand and to move on. And as sucky and clichĂ© as it sounds- maybe I just have to make my own path – (and fuck the environment those apple throwing trees were assholes anyway)
So hopefully I'll catch you all at the Emerald City, but for now people, I've got a date with a flying monkey.
* For those of you who are wondering, I have not as yet recently received counselling - this is a fictional quote created by the me. (the queen of self scrutiny)
Would YOU trust these guys?
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