I'm around women that inspire me constantly. Whether physically or mentally, these women are always there. I've met them on my travels, I've met them through day to day living, and in mere passing. They may not always physically be there, but it both comforts and satisfies me in knowing that they exist. Yep, the notion is undeniably pleasing.
Feminism to me, is not the act of hating men, that is a horrible misconception. Ultimately it is nothing and everything to do with men; it is simply equality. Women deserve to have the equal rights of men. We are capable of little and of all, just like men. Yet it saddens me to admit, that women are actually one of the biggest hinderance in our equality. There are still an overwhelming amount of women out there that slut shame, judge, and belittle each other. And for what purpose? to feel better about themselves for a moment? How can that possibly weigh up. It is truly heartbreaking. And it has me screaming, Where's the mother fucking sisterhood?
We've come so far, mentally and physically. We are not just physical play things, even though we are damn right visually appealing - all you beauties out there are perfection. So we have vaginas, and yes this can lead to occasional and uncontrollable emotions and sassiness, but that's not such a bad thing, in fact it's kind of brilliant really. So let's let our sassy side out, and put it to positive use already. As individuals we have a tiny voice, but together we can be an unstoppable force. A roaring circus of lady tigers that will not be silenced, but heard! Be appreciated and accepted by one and all, whole heartedly and 100% as equals of equal importance, equal rights, and equal awesomeness as human beings. Utilise your negative energy and put it to positive use, you'll feel satisfied for it - trust me - and suddenly you'll feel empowered and more alive than ever. You'll want to do good.
As for men, can a man truly love vagina without first loving woman and everything we encompass? Just a thought… Humans everywhere, I implore you. Love first yourself, once you do you can fully appreciate others, you will lose your urge to judge, and humans everywhere will start to appear equal. And perhaps the world will become a slightly better place, or at the very least you'll be a better person for having chose love over hate, acceptance over judgement, and just the desire to live as one. For this you may call me naive or an ignorant fool, but I sure as hell would rather be a fool that illuminates positivity and love for all then sit on a stoop of judgemental hate and insecurities.
Now to all my sisters out there, repeat after me 'I have a vagina and I'll scream it from the mountaintops with pride.' Go you good va-jay you! Scream on.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: There are many links I could share for sisters that are getting it done, but for now I leave you with Caitlin Stasey and Herself. Just because it's a slice of wonderful empowerment.
http://herself.com
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Rub-a-dub-dub
This wasn't the blog I thought it would be. After my last entry being a complete angst rant, I was hoping to write about sisterhood (which to me is a perfect discussion. All hail the pussy.), but it wasn't quite time - I haven't found my perfect voice, and yes, for that particular blog I require a perfect voice; because women everywhere are perfect. Honest to god. Just as they are. Amazing, wonderful, unstoppable beings. With a power and essence so strong they may just be more than equal. Yeah, I fucking said it. Women may just be the superior being. This blog entry however, it has taken a different path. A simple path, one that gets back to the basics, and one essential fact - we really should take more time for ourselves.
Today I had a day off work; I had the boring run of the mill tasks to get done - a few loads of washing, general cleaning, yada yada. I also did some yoga for the first time in too long, this is not a chore but a series of movements that help me breathe and feel centred and at ease (don't knock it till you've tried it). I cooked a pasta dish after fresh picking select veggies from the garden, yeah, I actually picked food from the backyard! How gold is that. I crafted a couple game cards for my girlfriends hens party (which was fun and not a chore, 'cause it was for my lady). Overall I really got things done in the first half of my day. The one thing that got me through all that boring yet necessary crap was the thought - once I'm done I'm soaking in a mother fucking bubble bath. Oh yeah, it's on like Donkey Kong, it's going to rain bubbles this Saturday afternoon. And it did. And I've got to tell you all, it was epic.
I don't have baths often, for one, it would lose its appeal if I were to hit the tub too often. And most importantly, a bath is not very water efficient. But when I tub it, I own that white plasticine dream. I ate my pasta in the tub. Listened to Fol Chen 'The False Alarms'. Drank a double Jalapeño Margarita. Had an intermission - peed, put on Sabina 'Toujours' and popped a bottle of champagne. Returned to tub. Dunked head under water and pretended I was a mermaid. Sat up right and ate dates. Dunked hair only so I could still hear music. Sat upright. Ate another date and decided in was probably time - after all the water wasn't causing my skin to steam anymore & I had listened to two full albums. Unplugged bath and sat waiting as the water drained. Nearly ran out of breathe blowing out candles. Ate another date, drained champagne, stood up, gained my breathe, savoured the moment, got dry, got moisturised, stood around naked and content… put on pyjamas just in time to welcome guests.
All this may seem trivial to some, but for those that it does, you just don't get it and I would feel bad for you if I had the time for that. And to everyone else, it's the small things in life right? :) When you have a moment to yourself don't feel alone, make the most of that rare moment. Enjoy your own company! Because if you can't enjoy yourself just as you are, how the bloody hell will you ever be happy. You! are enough. You're wonderful. Know it, repeat it, live it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: A quick shout out to one of the most inspirational ladies I know, Miss Sarah Grounds. Hot little pocket pocket rocket mamma bear yogi instructor!! With two kids and a third on the way, this woman is running her own business, and teaching yoga to mums in the burbs of Melbourne. If so you desire a little training? And you're in Melbourne? She is WELL worth the travel. Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Crossfit-Croydon/214093372113209?pnref=lhc
Or follow her fab blog here: http://www.breathemovenourish.blogspot.com.au
Get inspired by true girl power.
Today I had a day off work; I had the boring run of the mill tasks to get done - a few loads of washing, general cleaning, yada yada. I also did some yoga for the first time in too long, this is not a chore but a series of movements that help me breathe and feel centred and at ease (don't knock it till you've tried it). I cooked a pasta dish after fresh picking select veggies from the garden, yeah, I actually picked food from the backyard! How gold is that. I crafted a couple game cards for my girlfriends hens party (which was fun and not a chore, 'cause it was for my lady). Overall I really got things done in the first half of my day. The one thing that got me through all that boring yet necessary crap was the thought - once I'm done I'm soaking in a mother fucking bubble bath. Oh yeah, it's on like Donkey Kong, it's going to rain bubbles this Saturday afternoon. And it did. And I've got to tell you all, it was epic.
I don't have baths often, for one, it would lose its appeal if I were to hit the tub too often. And most importantly, a bath is not very water efficient. But when I tub it, I own that white plasticine dream. I ate my pasta in the tub. Listened to Fol Chen 'The False Alarms'. Drank a double Jalapeño Margarita. Had an intermission - peed, put on Sabina 'Toujours' and popped a bottle of champagne. Returned to tub. Dunked head under water and pretended I was a mermaid. Sat up right and ate dates. Dunked hair only so I could still hear music. Sat upright. Ate another date and decided in was probably time - after all the water wasn't causing my skin to steam anymore & I had listened to two full albums. Unplugged bath and sat waiting as the water drained. Nearly ran out of breathe blowing out candles. Ate another date, drained champagne, stood up, gained my breathe, savoured the moment, got dry, got moisturised, stood around naked and content… put on pyjamas just in time to welcome guests.
All this may seem trivial to some, but for those that it does, you just don't get it and I would feel bad for you if I had the time for that. And to everyone else, it's the small things in life right? :) When you have a moment to yourself don't feel alone, make the most of that rare moment. Enjoy your own company! Because if you can't enjoy yourself just as you are, how the bloody hell will you ever be happy. You! are enough. You're wonderful. Know it, repeat it, live it.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: A quick shout out to one of the most inspirational ladies I know, Miss Sarah Grounds. Hot little pocket pocket rocket mamma bear yogi instructor!! With two kids and a third on the way, this woman is running her own business, and teaching yoga to mums in the burbs of Melbourne. If so you desire a little training? And you're in Melbourne? She is WELL worth the travel. Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Crossfit-Croydon/214093372113209?pnref=lhc
Or follow her fab blog here: http://www.breathemovenourish.blogspot.com.au
Get inspired by true girl power.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Retail pawn
Warning: the following blog entry turned itself into some what of a rant on working in retail. There will be cussing, as there has been blood, sweat and tears, and a complete loss of freedom. But fear not, for they'll never have our souls; nope, they have that too… At least I have somewhere to blog about my feelings and shit, so take that retail industry head honcho butt plugs.
You know those moments when you question whether something is really happening, or perhaps it is all in your head. Do you have those? I have them frequently, even if I'm doing something simple like driving or peeing. I ask myself wait a minute, am I really here? Is it really me sitting on the toilet right now, oh shit! Am I peeing my pants in a public place? I don't feel wet, is wet an illusion, the chicken or the egg, are zombies cannibals on steroids… Questions like these constantly plague me, play on my anxiety, and have me questioning reality - occasionally, I mean I haven't lost my shit completely. I've always had an active imagination, but sometimes it worries me that I live there a little too much. Most of the time I love it though, and walk around with a stupid smile on my face that often causes my mum to ask what the hell are you thinking.
…about that time I made out with Ryan Gosling. That was definitely in my mind, not real, but 100% lusty and delicious all the same…
I'm never afraid to ask questions, if you don't know something just ask, it's better to be laughed at for asking than to pretend you know what the hell is going on, and being asked a question you can't bullshit your way through. Although, working in retail I've become quite the expert in bullshitting my way through conversations. I'm not entirely sure that is something I'm proud of or not, but I'm bloody good at it. Let it be known I don't apply this technique outside of work. I'm the champion of nodding my head in fierce agreement, smiling, and adding a totally at the end. And why not, if it makes someone feel better about themselves. I pride myself on not being an asshole about it though, I sure as hell wouldn't sell someone on something that looked epically shit on them, I want people to feel good about themselves.
One cold hard truth about the retail industry most us retail assistants are thinking, or have been thinking at one point or another in our years of duty, is that we don't particularly care for your life story. Although sometimes I (like others) do enjoy a good story, we mostly just don't give two shits. Especially when you lay down your negative energy on us, and your complaints, 'cause lord knows there is sweet fuck all I can do for you, and believe me as a fellow human being - I know, mind blown, we're just like you - we actually have our own shit to sieve through, don't make us take home yours as well.
I, as a shopper, actively attempt to not be an annoying little fucker, maybe this is because I've worked retail for so long, or perhaps I just have manners and a lack of self privilege. So why can you not reserve this attitude for me in return? I sure as shit won't bully someone over 'false advertising' as it's not their fault that their boss is a toss. Rhyming is fun. Have fun where you can, another rule of retail, or for life in general. Also, take any small win you can. End of year Christmas party - get drunk with your coworkers, just soak it up, and eat as much as you can too, if they allow doggy bags, bag up lunch for the next day. Yolo people, you're disposable anyway so don't lose sleep over the prospect of losing your job, just embrace your disposability. Once you accept that, you have nothing to lose.
Honestly, I actually enjoy my job for the most, there is just aspects that have me experiencing scary emotions and hostility, like wanting to punch someone direct in the face… these aspects generally take there toll this time of year. To work casual retail is to not bother to make plans, undoubtedly you will be called to work on that day if you do. It means truly treasuring a weekend, if you're lucky enough to get one. It is to go from a shitty 9 hour week in which you worry about survival to a 40 something hour week, but to only be told these hours as you go, so you know don't attempt to have a social life…
Am I complaining? well yeah, but that's only because people are assholes. Really mean mother fucking psychotic mentalists, and at this time of year, it's the worst. Merry fucking Christmas. Why do we do? The pay lovelies, it ain't half bad. Will I work Sundays and public holidays? Fuck yeah I will, make it rain, double time. There is also the hope - that we cling onto ever so dearly - that one day the flexibility will work, and we'll have time to do the things we really love, because trust me, we don't dream of selling crap to people that abuse and annoy us with petty bullshit for the rest of our goddamn lives. Nope. We're dreamers, dreaming every day of something bigger, or at least to have people hush, buy something, or get the fuck out.
Furthermore, next time anyone thinks about complaining about policy, quality control, and what is legal in any retail shop out there in the world, please take a moment to remember this one small detail, the poor asshole you're cutting loose at is just a pawn. Yep, a fucking retail pawn making the rich richer and getting no love for their hard work and you know, their soul. And don't even get me started on the state of car parking this time of year, it's just the cherry on top of the sickly sweet retail pie. And quite likely to be the final factor in me losing all sanity this festive season. Bring on 2015, a fresh canvas of possibilities. Or at the very least, no more Christmas nutter butter butt heads.
Merry Christmas everyone, key word, MERRY! I wish you all a fun time, and endless supplies of love.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
Postscript: I don't know about you guys, but I've always kind of wondered what I'll look like with a shaved head, as a result of this and - mostly - losing my pop (grandpa) to cancer recently I've signed up to the Leukaemia Foundations World's Greatest Shave. Come Sunday March 15th - the day after I play bridesmaid to my bride girl Liz - I'm having my lengthy locks shaved right off, much to the delight of a few other girlfriends that all want to be the one that has the honour of the buzz.
Find me on the Leukaemia Foundation page here:
https://secure.leukaemiafoundation.org.au/registrant/FundraisingPage.aspx?RegistrationID=562999#&panel1-3
You know those moments when you question whether something is really happening, or perhaps it is all in your head. Do you have those? I have them frequently, even if I'm doing something simple like driving or peeing. I ask myself wait a minute, am I really here? Is it really me sitting on the toilet right now, oh shit! Am I peeing my pants in a public place? I don't feel wet, is wet an illusion, the chicken or the egg, are zombies cannibals on steroids… Questions like these constantly plague me, play on my anxiety, and have me questioning reality - occasionally, I mean I haven't lost my shit completely. I've always had an active imagination, but sometimes it worries me that I live there a little too much. Most of the time I love it though, and walk around with a stupid smile on my face that often causes my mum to ask what the hell are you thinking.
…about that time I made out with Ryan Gosling. That was definitely in my mind, not real, but 100% lusty and delicious all the same…
I'm never afraid to ask questions, if you don't know something just ask, it's better to be laughed at for asking than to pretend you know what the hell is going on, and being asked a question you can't bullshit your way through. Although, working in retail I've become quite the expert in bullshitting my way through conversations. I'm not entirely sure that is something I'm proud of or not, but I'm bloody good at it. Let it be known I don't apply this technique outside of work. I'm the champion of nodding my head in fierce agreement, smiling, and adding a totally at the end. And why not, if it makes someone feel better about themselves. I pride myself on not being an asshole about it though, I sure as hell wouldn't sell someone on something that looked epically shit on them, I want people to feel good about themselves.
One cold hard truth about the retail industry most us retail assistants are thinking, or have been thinking at one point or another in our years of duty, is that we don't particularly care for your life story. Although sometimes I (like others) do enjoy a good story, we mostly just don't give two shits. Especially when you lay down your negative energy on us, and your complaints, 'cause lord knows there is sweet fuck all I can do for you, and believe me as a fellow human being - I know, mind blown, we're just like you - we actually have our own shit to sieve through, don't make us take home yours as well.
I, as a shopper, actively attempt to not be an annoying little fucker, maybe this is because I've worked retail for so long, or perhaps I just have manners and a lack of self privilege. So why can you not reserve this attitude for me in return? I sure as shit won't bully someone over 'false advertising' as it's not their fault that their boss is a toss. Rhyming is fun. Have fun where you can, another rule of retail, or for life in general. Also, take any small win you can. End of year Christmas party - get drunk with your coworkers, just soak it up, and eat as much as you can too, if they allow doggy bags, bag up lunch for the next day. Yolo people, you're disposable anyway so don't lose sleep over the prospect of losing your job, just embrace your disposability. Once you accept that, you have nothing to lose.
Honestly, I actually enjoy my job for the most, there is just aspects that have me experiencing scary emotions and hostility, like wanting to punch someone direct in the face… these aspects generally take there toll this time of year. To work casual retail is to not bother to make plans, undoubtedly you will be called to work on that day if you do. It means truly treasuring a weekend, if you're lucky enough to get one. It is to go from a shitty 9 hour week in which you worry about survival to a 40 something hour week, but to only be told these hours as you go, so you know don't attempt to have a social life…
Am I complaining? well yeah, but that's only because people are assholes. Really mean mother fucking psychotic mentalists, and at this time of year, it's the worst. Merry fucking Christmas. Why do we do? The pay lovelies, it ain't half bad. Will I work Sundays and public holidays? Fuck yeah I will, make it rain, double time. There is also the hope - that we cling onto ever so dearly - that one day the flexibility will work, and we'll have time to do the things we really love, because trust me, we don't dream of selling crap to people that abuse and annoy us with petty bullshit for the rest of our goddamn lives. Nope. We're dreamers, dreaming every day of something bigger, or at least to have people hush, buy something, or get the fuck out.
Furthermore, next time anyone thinks about complaining about policy, quality control, and what is legal in any retail shop out there in the world, please take a moment to remember this one small detail, the poor asshole you're cutting loose at is just a pawn. Yep, a fucking retail pawn making the rich richer and getting no love for their hard work and you know, their soul. And don't even get me started on the state of car parking this time of year, it's just the cherry on top of the sickly sweet retail pie. And quite likely to be the final factor in me losing all sanity this festive season. Bring on 2015, a fresh canvas of possibilities. Or at the very least, no more Christmas nutter butter butt heads.
Merry Christmas everyone, key word, MERRY! I wish you all a fun time, and endless supplies of love.
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| Work life be like ^ |
Postscript: I don't know about you guys, but I've always kind of wondered what I'll look like with a shaved head, as a result of this and - mostly - losing my pop (grandpa) to cancer recently I've signed up to the Leukaemia Foundations World's Greatest Shave. Come Sunday March 15th - the day after I play bridesmaid to my bride girl Liz - I'm having my lengthy locks shaved right off, much to the delight of a few other girlfriends that all want to be the one that has the honour of the buzz.
Find me on the Leukaemia Foundation page here:
https://secure.leukaemiafoundation.org.au/registrant/FundraisingPage.aspx?RegistrationID=562999#&panel1-3
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