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I am a bad, bad blogger. I started this blog almost over a year ago now when I moved to Perth and was very, very bored. Not to say I only write when I’m bored, but I needed an outlet, a soapbox, anywhere where I could reach out to other women who wanted to discuss gender, lgbt issues, books, movies, body image, etc. I hadn’t started university yet and I was barely working. I had so much to say and was so excited when my favourite writers started noticing me. People like Gala Darling, Girl With a Satchel, Rachel Hills and Scarlett Harris. I would tweet and comment and blog all the time. And then it became less about writing, and more about winning. Blogging became some kind of sport I had to excel at. I had to have X amount of readers within a month. I had to post X amount of times per week. It became less about writing and connecting, and more about achieving some goal, some egotistical digital trophy that revealed itself in figures on Google Analytics. I don’t even know what that goal is, because at what does a writer suddenly reach fulfillment? So I quickly learnt I was on a wild goose chase. Satisfaction, likes all forms of happiness, is so illusive and transient. And I wasn’t very happy. Posts became more about trying to impress rather than connecting through intelligent discourse. As a writer who willingly submits her work to the public sphere with a click of a button, I understand that my job as a writer is not to write for myself, but for my readers. They are, after all, the ones who have to read the thing. But I feel that with blogging, it’s different. Of course there’s a general desire to illicit some kind of response from readers, to engage and in likelihood ruffle a few feathers, but at the end of the day, it’s my blog. If I’m paying for a domain, I feel like I should gain something out of it too. And I’m not just talking about getting hits. I want writing to be a joy. Something I can wake up in the morning to and then high five myself because omg-this-is-just-so-awesome.

Aside from that, I’ve been catapulting through the universe up to my eyeballs in stress. My mother has bowel cancer, I’m working 2 jobs and completing the final year of my communications degree. I know, I know, everyone is busy. I have so much time says absolutely no one. I was burnt out. Roast to the core. So rather than complain, I decide to remove blogging from the equation for a bit because I just wasn’t enjoying it as much anymore. I used to love thinking of ideas for Girls Are Made From Pepsi and watching my words dance for me across the screen. So I’ve changed my game plan and gone back to basics. I’m not going to blog to achieve some goal anymore, but blog because it tickles me pink.

I doubt that I’ll be doing the Lady of the Month anymore, but will probably feature more sporadic interviews with interesting and inspiring women. You’ll probably also be seeing my face in posts more often too. So I guess here signals a new page for Girls Are Made From Pepsi. The winds of change be blowing.

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A lady’s secret weapon of choice? The almighty bitchface. Bring it. (Rookie)

Tavi writes about first encounters with feminine objectification for her new online magazine. (Rookie)

It’s hard to imagine a blogosphere without the voices of the many women who’ve made 21st century feminism what it is today. This means you! Take a stroll down memory lane with this chronology of feminist blogging, and also check out the must-read list of the ultimate feminist blogs for some conscious-raising web surfing. (NY Magazine)

Perhaps more important, these sites inspired an even sharper cadre of commenters, who bonded and argued, sometimes didactically, sometimes cruelly, but just as often pushing one another to hone their ideas—all this from a generation of women written off in the media as uninterested in any form of gender analysis, let alone the label “feminist.” Freed from the boundaries of print, writers could blur the lines between formal and casual writing; between a call to arms, a confession, and a stand-up routine—and this new looseness of form in turn emboldened readers to join in, to take risks in the safety of the shared spotlight.

Pandagon, one of the web’s very first feminist blogs, has some nice things to say about the article too. (Pandagon)

The always articulate Meg is bang on point with her analysis of web-based ‘lady-snark’ against Kreayshawn and Lana Del Ray. (Good Morning Midnight)

Lana Del Ray

…the necessary performativity of sex appeal in the feminine, and the fact that feminine sex appeal is essentially defined by performativity, artifice, and decoration.  Personally, I’m fine with Del Rey’s big hair, pouty face, winged eyeliner, lipgloss, and staged nostalgia-sexy photos: I do the same thing on a lesser level every day when I tame the wild-haired bleary-eyed stubble-legged beast who wakes up in my bed into the groomed, coiffed, red-lipped vanilla-scented thing I am when I show up to the office by 10.  This is all part of an elaborate joke I’m playing on you where you think my eyes are actually this big and my skin this even, where you think I just roll out of bed dressed this nice.

Every now and then, I fall in love with someone on the internet. This is one of those such ocassions. Tati Kalveks is an 18-year-old British singer/song-writer with a sassy repetoire to rival the likes of Kate Nash and Lilly Allen combined. Meow-rouser!

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Sick and tired of all the rape jokes on Facebook? You’re not the only one! A dislike of epic proportions! (Ms. Magazine)

What’s it like to be a woman working in film behind the camera? Frustrating, says Mariella Frostrup. (The Guardian)

Did you like my post about Tumblr and street style? I’m not the only one who’s skeptical of street fashion blogs. (Jezebel)

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When I first started blogging, twittering and building my web presence, I used to sign off my emails as ‘Cyber Space Magician’. Pretty grandiose, huh? I’m constantly looking for others’ work to inspire me and examples to learn from, and when I found Jenn’s work, I knew this girl was throwing yard sticks out of the stratosphere. A web enthusiast since 1996, this chick is IT. If I’m a cyber space magician, Jenn is an intergalactic web sorceress. At 27-years-old, Jenn is a writer, web developer, digital photographer and mother to three. A bona fide slashie of all sorts, Jenn’s got a passion that I find so inspiring, and I hope you do too.

Let’s begin with you telling us a little somethin’ somethin’ about your fine self!
Hi! Well, in case you hadn’t guessed, my name is Jenn. I’m 27 years old, and somehow I’ve amassed in this short life of mine not only a husband (we’ve been married for seven years as of October 1st!), but two children and physical custody of my teenage brother. I somehow made the jump from working retail in 2005 to working from home doing blogging, web design and a lot of SEO-oriented work, and that’s all I’ve been doing ever since. I spend way too much of my days taking care of everyone and everything around me, but I still find time to indulge in digital photography, and reading (I won’t lie: trashy romances are my vice!).

You’ve been on the internet for ages! How did your interwebby adventure start?
I first discovered the internet in the summer of 1996, when my local library had the internet accessible via Netscape (old school!) on a few very slow computers. Two summers later my mother bought a computer, and it wasn’t long before I discovered chatrooms and what were then called “personal homepages”. I jumped around from geocities.com to excite.com to bolt.com to kiwibox.com, wound up getting hosted on a now-defunct domain named orange-jello.com, then purchased my own domain name – orgasmic-bitch.org – in September of 2001. I domain hopped a bit more, stuck with kiss-my-kitty.com for several years, and then purchased and never strayed from jenn.nu on January 1st, 2007. :)

Which is better: Jack of all trades or one trick wonder pony?
Jack of all trades. It’s never a smart idea to put all of your eggs into one basket, you know?

Finish this sentence: As a woman in media I aim to…
Make it known who I am, and take pride in who I am.

You’re a mother of two young ankle biters. What’s your advice to other young women who are learning how to    juggle crazy times with their passions?
Don’t forget about yourself. Too many mothers make the mistake of giving their all to your children. I think that it’s very important for your sanity and your general well-being to not lose your sense of identity after having children.

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Ambitious? Check. Multi-talented? Check. Super cute yet kick-ass to boot? Double check. Allow me to introduce you to Lauren O’Neil, a move and a shaker of the multi-media variety. She clearly loves her life and what she does, and it’s no wonder! She blogs for Cananda’s Cosmo TV, she makes videos, is the resident social media guru for Vitamin Water MuchMusic, teaches online journalism, and gets to interview loads of cool people for a living. I recently approached her to be my Lady of the Week, and despite her cuh-razy schedule, she was super thrilled to take time out to answer some questions for me. Here is le interview. Enjoy!

Yo Lau! Where you from gurl? What’s your story?

Bonjeezy, doll! I’m living in Toronto right now, but was born in a small city called Chatham in Ontario. It’s an aight town, but very very boring if you’re not into playing hockey or… well, that’s about it.
I had to make my own fun until I escaped for University at 17. Often, that involved writing or reading or dressing up in weird costumes and messing with people. Sometimes, it involved Barbie dolls and Ninja Turtles and my parents’ ginormous old video camera. Rarely did it involve acting cool. I wasn’t cool.

When you were just a little blonde-bot, what did you want to be when you grew up?

EVERYTHING. I still want to be everything. It used to change week by week: a veterinarian, a dance teacher, a scientist, a garbage man, an undercover cop (the kind that gets to wear fake skin like Mrs. Doubtfire), an actresssss… I wanted the spotlight, always. This much was certain.

You have a few pimpin’ jobs in the media industry. How did you get your foot in the door?

I get asked this a lot… I so wish I had a definitive answer! I think it was a combination of hard work, education, networking, passion and, for lack of a better word, “pizazz”. Actually, wait – I do have a better word: “Moxie”. I like that word, moxie.

I started down this path long before I realized what I was doing. I was constantly performing as a kid – acting in every play I could, dancing, entering public speaking competitions. I wrote like crazy all the while, and started building websites when I was 12. Fast forward 10 years later, I’m finishing my undergraduate degree in Communication Studies / Computer Science, hosting my university’s video news program, bartending at a high-volume nightclub and interning at a small ad agency.

I  decided to get a Master’s degree in Journalism after that and while at J-School I began blogging harder, got really into Twitter, built up my digital portfolio and worked my butt off on assignments. This lead to a great internship at a TV news station and a freelance blogging gig with a major television station in Toronto. I covered concerts for them and for my own blog, meeting tons of people and making friends with everybody I could along the way. I freelanced for other publications too.

My first job out of school was with Canada’s largest newspaper. I got that through school connections and through being knowledgeable about new media technology.

All subsequent jobs just sort of happened. I still get approached by producers and editors looking for people with my skill set. It would appear as though journalists with strong multimedia skills are in short supply… or rather, if they’re out there, they’re not easy to find. I think this may be the key – I understood the importance of making myself easy to find from the very beginning. Personal branding is important in any industry, but especially this one.

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You seem like a crazy busy person! Do you bathe in red bull?

Too sticky! I prefer coffee. I bathe the inside of my body with black coffee like, 8 times a day. I don’t care if it’s 11:00 pm – if I’ve still got work to do, more coffee. I’m going to be dead by the time I’m 30, aren’t I?

Who’s the coolest person you’ve ever interviewed?

Ooooh that’s tough! Talking to Dustin Diamond (Screech from Saved by the Bell) was pretty cool. He was kind of creepy, but like… he’s Samuel Powers! In a similar vein, Alicia Silverstone was awesome to talk to. Cher Horowitz was one of my idols growing up. Johnny Knoxville, also cool. I love him pretty hard :)

Do you ever get star struck and spontaneously propose to people?

Hahahaha, yesssss :)
I almost puked on Ryan Gosling in Cannes. I’ve never felt like that before.
The Adrian Grenier proposal was actually planned in advance. I didn’t think he’d say yes, but sheeeeeet – looks like I’ve got a wedding to plan now! Want to come?

Describe yourself in haiku form plz.

Lauren likes to Tweet
She can’t put down her iPhone
Look out for that wall

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Follow Lauren on Twitter here, or check out her blog!

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A lot of people really, truly despise Carrie Bradshaw. And for all intents and purposes, I probably should too. She is the quintessential New York swinger, a heterosexual white girl with too many 1st world problems (and shoes). Her life is consumed by lattes, lovers and credit card debt, inadvertently inspiring a generation of women to believe they can write. So by default, Olivia’s blog Not Quite Carrie really shouldn’t be ticklin’ by pickle. But it does, so I chose her to be the Lady of the Week. Olivia writes not from a position of privilege or writerly superiority like some fictional New York writers, but she’s so girl-next-door one feels as though they’ve stumbled upon a journal. If you’re after something easy, breezy, conversational, and want to put the feminist theory aside for something lighter, Not Quite Carrie delivers.

Here’s what she had to say about living and loving online, the worthiness of a university degree and her Australian heroes.

Why did you start Not Quite Carrie and what is your blog about?
I started NQC as a kind of outlet for all of the love and relationship hullabaloo i just had to get off my chest. After penning (or rather, typing) 30+ pages of the stuff in a simple word document, I figured I couldn’t be alone in my struggles to rationalise marriage, true love and if he really just isn’t that into you. I figured a blog would be a good opportunity to share my thoughts and get other people’s opinions back. NQC was born kind of organically after that, I guess.

What do you love most about blogging, and do you write for any other publications?
I guess what I love most is that there is no bias. No advertisers to satisfy, no boss to impress. I’m completely free to write whatever I want without censoring. It’s about taking a thought or a question, jazzing it up with a bucket load of scandal and intrigue and expressing it on a page in a way that’s enticing to a reader. Someone just like me, who has something valuable to add, or may just need a pick-me-up or a proper nudge to realise that the guy she’s wasting all of her time pining over is more than likely a total doucher – and deserves a flick of Farrah Fawcett proportions.

My 9-5 gig has a slightly prettier gloss to it. I pen blogs for an online beauty website called beautyheaven.com.au. From time to time you see that blogs (or ideas for blogs) have crossed over and without sounding all gushy-Gwyneth at the 1999 Oscars – I feel very blessed to have a job that’s creative enough to compliment my hobby, and vice versa.

School of life or university degree?
School of life, again and again and again. I gave university a go, but couldn’t stand the thought of wasting three years doing a course that wasn’t going to fast-track me to where I wanted to be. Especially when I could be out there living and breathing magazines, running to pick up coffees and copious amounts of dry-cleaning and ultimately learning from the best in the business, rather than from people who you don’t aspire to be that are plonked in a lecture room all day long. My most influential teachers have been Sarah Wilson, Mia Freedman and Jackie Maxted – and you won’t find any of them teaching from a book in a classroom.

If you want to get into writing/magazines or any kind of journalism, the buzz/key/most important word to ever remember is – Experience. Get some!

Where do you get inspiration from?
Although more often than not they hate it, my friends give me the bulk of my inspiration. Whether they’re going through a break-up, are wondering why he hasn’t called yet or want to know if shagging her better looking mate is okay, odds are they’re never thrilled to see a dedicated post the next day. I always tell them not to fret, my pseudo names are tré inconspicuous.
A lot of my inspiration also comes straight from my life – I figure if I’m going through motions with the wrong guy, a lot of others are too, so it makes sense to share. I’m almost a little too obvious at times though. And my blogs tend to give away any reservations or insights into what’s going on in my own love life before I even get the chance to realise them – or before the guy does for that matter.

What do you love most about Aussie bloggers?
For the most part we tell it like we see it. I’ve noticed that as a collective, we don’t tend to waffle on about things that we know we don’t have a good handle on. I know I personally write by that mantra. If there isn’t enough opinion or insight, you won’t see it published until there is (so you’ll be hard-pressed to find anything on how to find the perfect guy!) I see that a lot on Australian blogs. We’re very real, we understand our niche and how to appeal to each other whether it be with raw information without all of the fluff, or with a dry sense of humour that completely overshadows the content – but is so humorous we don’t even notice. That’s what I love most.

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The babes over at Pamflet zine write in defense of women behaving badly, and the stark difference between Julia Stiles’ snarky, defiant and rabble rousing character in 10 Things I Hate About You, and her Shakespearean predecessor on whom she was based in the Taming of The Shrew.

We demand, we assert, we argue, we’re unruly, we believe our opinions are as valid as our partners. We poke fun at them, boss them about, and it seems they love us for it. Life with a shrew will never be easy – expect tears, shouting, ominous silences, door slamming and probably regular existential crises – but it will never ever be boring. Life with a shrew means impassioned debates (whether about world politics or Mad Men Season 4), adventure, passion, a unique perspective on the world and much more besides. Smart men understand that if you want a quiet life, you go for a nice girl like Bianca, but if you want a roller coaster ride, always opt for a Kate. I’ve written before in Pamflet about how indie boys can be just as sexist as ‘mainstream’ blokes – just because they listen to Belle & Sebastian, that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re interested in your opinions, girlie! But there are men out there who are willing to embrace our shrewish tendencies – they’re as feminist as we are. Of course being a shrew shouldn’t mean being cruel, allowing a sharp tongue to wound just because you can, nor should it mean being intolerant of other people’s failings and frailties. It just means not being afraid to use your voice. So on this one, I have to say Mr Shakespeare, I think you got it wrong. Embrace your inner shrew.

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Hola Miley! I kid, I kid!

Photo: E! Online

What kind of blogger are you? A savvy networker? A blogger who substitutes their lack of personality or social life with an online persona and e-friends? This is a legit analysis people! They surveyed Myspace users! This is legit!

This kid could have it all. A Swedish couple have decided to keep the sex of their child unknown. Why?

“We want Pop to grow up more freely and avoid being forced into a specific gender mould from the outset,” Pop’s mother told the Swedish newspaper Svenska Dagbladet last spring. “It’s cruel to bring a child into the world with a blue or pink stamp on their forehead.”

Pop (a name used in the papers to protect the identity of the family) gets to wear both boys and girls clothes and play with both boys and girls toys. This might not sound any different to a normal child hood, and certainly not mine! Pretty sure I have a polaroid of my brother in a dress somewhere. The thing is, only baby Pop’s immediate family know the sex of their child. The Mamma Mia boards have been going crazy with comments, most not in favour of this style of upbringing. Whilst I think that placing equal emphasis on the signifiers of both genders (by giving Pop both boys and girls toys and clothes) and allowing Pop to decide choose what he/she likes best, the parents are taking the power away from gender based stereotypes. The important thing to remember is that Pop’s parents are not denying the sex of their child, but the gender. Society sees these as interchangeable, and I think that’s what the parents are trying to address. What do you guys think? How would you raise your children?

Hollywood’s fake teenagers – I remember watching Dawson’s Creek when I was 10 and thinking how cool and beautiful older people were. And by older, I mean 15-year-old, which is what the 20-something year old cast of DC were portraying. Unfortunately, when I got to 15, I was neither cool nor beautiful. Rebecca Sparrow over at Mama Mia understands me.

So the question is, why aren’t genuine pimply, gangly, awkward teenagers being cast as teenagers? Answer: Because genuine teenagers are often pimply, gangly and awkward. That doesn’t look good on camera. Adults playing teens is commercially a better proposition to TV networks.

When Skins came on Australian television in early 2008, I found it really refreshing to find ACTUAL TEENAGERS playing ACTUAL TEENAGERS. Unfortunately, I think that finding adults to play teenagers has a whole lot more to do with their acting abilities. An adult who’s been in the biz longer will usually have a stronger craft than a teenager who’s just entering Hollywood. Could they not, like, draw on zits or something? Or at least quit washing their hair?

Another score for Generation Y! As a member of the frequently disdained and pigeonholed “me” generation, I can whole heartedly admit to holding on to my job with an iron like grip. I have always been casually employed. Although highly flexible and with a low degree of responsibility, being casually employed is a little unnerving. You walk on egg shells around superiors for fear of getting on their wrong side. I’ve had bosses who’ve for one reason or another (and sometimes no reason at all) cut my shifts. Sometimes because my work wasn’t up to scratch, and being casually employed does not entitle me to any mentorship, and sometimes just because. As a casual worker, you’re replaceable. Which is why I, and many other people of my generation, will strive hard to prove themselves a valuable asset. Calling in sick is taboo. You have to work harder, longer, smarter, if you want to stay in the game. I think it’s a valuable attribute to have, but sometimes I wonder if my family and social life is sacrificed.

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For those of you who were in awe of the feisty Gail Dines, here is another clarion call for a ‘perp-walk’. I have to admit, when I first heard of the SlutWalks, I was a little confused by the title of the protest. What about the girls who are sexually conservative, or sexually indifferent? Fatima Measham says it a lot better than I do.

The “look at me” strategy again turns attention to women’s behaviour rather than men’s responses to it. If the spotlight of blame has been on women, then the only way to correct the injustice is to turn it away from them and onto men. Get men to say how disgusting they think it is for other men to make excuses for their crime. Get men to say they feel ashamed as men when their fathers, brothers and uncles treat women with contempt. Get men to say that rape lessens you as a man.

FiFi Box and Erica Bartle have a fear of commitment – Don’t we all? I feel that younger generations are taught that not only can they have everything, they must also be everything. We’re also more accustomed to performing more than one task at a time, so when we’re forced to choose just one ting, it’s like our brains are going “Hey! Does not compute!” I know I definitely channel my inner Varuca Salt occasionally. I’m horrible to dine with, I annoy those behind me in the line at the gelato bar, and I probably spend a good 10 minutes stairing into the fridge before I shut the door and continue doing the same with the pantry. Whereas as Erica says her indecision is more to do with her conflict over what is the right or wrong thing to do, I feel that my indecision concerns my chronic FOMO (fear of missing out). Is everyone else the same? Or are most driven more by their morals?

Media Maven and all round Fierce Bitch takes one for the team. This honestly makes me so, so happy that more mainstream figures are coming out to rally for marriage equality. I wonder who’s next?

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This week I contributed a story to Rachel Rabbit White’s blog post about Romantic BFF relationships. I won’t tell you which one is mine though! I also love the sweet valley high cards she uses! Too cute!

Oh and by the way – I got into Curtin! I start early July, and I’ve been given a zillion extra credits points to I’ll be starting from second year, second semester. JUMPING UP ON KEYBOARD EXCITEDLY! JFSIFHDFGIOUW9#$T^@#$%YSFNMSDFLKJ!!!%*E$

I’ve also introduced a new section to this blog – Lady Luvva of the Week. Each week I’m going to find a bad-ass blogger and give her a spot on the homepage so everyone can see how killa she is. Sound awesome? This week it’s Jetta from The Radical Uprise. Have a look to your right. Check out her stuff. She’s truly inspiring. And kind of sexy.

Have a rockin’ Sunday party peeps. Peace x

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