Waicon 2011

I won best newcomer for saturdays comp. with my Samus Aran suit, which I made for my thesis. Here's some pics:



Guess who rocks? Me!

So now I am planning for Supanova in June and Waicon 2012. So far I have the idea of doing Cassandra from Soul Calibur IV in a group, as well as Samus' Zero suit at Supanova, and Witchblade at Waicon 2012. Some serious effort going into all of these! Haha. Just have to email Waicon and ask if Witchblade is inappropriate. :P

Being a bitch

Heres one way to be a mega huge bitch: use the internet. Specifically, talk smack about people you don't even know and think they wont see it. And when they do see it, backtrack so fast you're almost falling over yourself and your pompous attitude.

Another mistake to make? Being bitches to people who you dont know while having all your information on the internet for them to find. Sure all your twitters, livejournals etc are "friends only" and "private", but I know your real name, your age, where you went to school and where you work. And considering you don't know me at all, thats a very dangerous game to play, darling.

And because you don't know me, I could pretend to be somebody else entirely and very easily gain access to your journals and posts. Or, if you were smart, you would google me the way I googled you. But I'm a little bit harder to find. I don't put my real name next to my alias, because I'm not that stupid.

I'm sorry, but if I've met you, and I know you, and you have a problem with me, you can talk all the shit about me you like. Because then thats your opinion of me, as a person, who you know. I might call you out on it, but at least have the balls to stand by your opinion. I respect that in a person, the balls to say what they think and defend it. But if you've said one sentance to me EVER, and met me for less than 5 minutes? Then that's just plain fucking rude bullshit. And I don't like it at all. So, bitch, we're never going to be friends and we're never going to get along. Because you are the kind of person I really really really don't like. A self-important drama-llama.

Random Outfit Post

So, I've decided I want to do outfit posts, so you can see how cool I am (after all, isn't that the point of them?)


I thought perhaps one a week would suffice, one a day is first off, too self indulgent (lol) and more importantly too much effort.


So, here's my cruddy photo and rundown of my awesome outfit from Tuesday.

Phone cameras for the lose.

Dress: op shop'd, Belt: came with another dress, Shoes: spotsgirl.

How Young is Too Young?

This video has shocked me, and others. It is of a five year old girl being forced to have her eyebrows waxed for a toddler beauty pageant.



This got me thinking, how young is too young to start waxing, dying, primping and preening? 5 is definitely too young and, for the record, i think beauty pageants for children are just plain disturbing. Pedo central.

I remember when I was in primary school (for the record, about the year 2000) and I was 11. Most of the girls in my year was dying their hair, getting top-of-the-ear piercings, nose piercings, and going to friday night discos. No exaggeration. I was one of the unlucky ones who were not allowed to do any of these things, and were then outcast from the social group. This was ten years ago now, I wonder what it's like for girls these days.

Of course it will differ from school to school, but it was at 11 that I was expected, socially, to be growing up and dating boys. I still had no interest in boys at this point! I just wanted my friends to like me. I didn't have the cool clothes, hairstyles, anything like the "popular" girls. It seemed I was lumped in the group with the people who were too fat or dumb (no offense to them, but that was the group they were in.) to be invited to the cool things. I was invited at first but, not being allowed to go, stopped being invited. In a year group of 58 people, that's a big deal.

I was not allowed to shave my legs or pluck my eyebrows then either. But in the first year of high school (the first week, actually.) I had the unfortunate experience of being called a "hairy gorilla" by some girls who then threw fruit at me. This resulted in me sneaking around my house trying to shave without my parents knowing. I felt that, because I wasn't allowed, I was somehow going against them by doing this.

Thinking about it now, I have received a lot of critisism for my appearance before I entered into plucking, dying and shaving. In fact, I have a distinct memory of being told my hair was "brown with a dirty grey shine" and looked "like poo". This is probably the reason I have such ridiculously unnatural coloured hair now.

The pressure on girls and young women to conform is enormous. I, for one, have never had a bikini wax, mainly because my mum wouldn't take me as a teenager (and I never asked), so I learnt to take care of it myself, and still do. I remember at my dance school a girl at 12 had been taken for a bikini wax and tan by her mum in preparation for summer. Her mum said to mine "I just dont want her to be embarrassed." Really, what was there to be embarrassed OF? She's 12 for crying out loud! I don't know, I guess being bought up the way I have makes me think things like that are crazy. But then again, if she had asked her mum and her mum had said no, she would have spent the whole summer being ashamed of herself. Low self esteem is the biggest problem amongst girls and young women... it's such a delicate balance that it's hard to say what's wrong and what's right sometimes. I guess it all depends on you.

Then again, there's pressure as an adult too. Last week I had let my legs grow hairy because I was busy and hadn't had time to do anything about it, and my mother turned to me and said "have you no shame? Do you hate yourself that much that you want people laughing at you?" I thought that was a bit harsh but it's true: if you don't constantly conform to society's idea of how you should look, you are ridiculed for it.

The world is a harsh place. Sometimes, I don't like it at all.