This week has been so majorly overwhelming. What is the weekend anyway? The weekend is a myth, existing in a realm of 9-5 employment in a universe far, far away from this one.
This week I moved from Perth’s version of Mordor to Salter Point, which is right by the Canning River. The location is beautiful, and I have a room big enough to do cartwheels in. I’ve also started up a HUGE life changing project, the details of which I can’t reveal right now but you’ll find out soon enough. Needless to say, I am a walking zombie and Angry Princess Bitchface has been making quite a few appearances. I somehow managed to rustle up a Sunday Hustle for this week, and Lady of the Week shall be returning as per usual as of Monday.
Zoe Saldana (that blue woman in Avatar) speaks up about fame and mental illness. (Jezebel)
Scarlet over at Early Bird Gets the Worm says nay to girl-hate! WORD. (Early Bird Gets the Worm)
Speaking of girl hate- Mean Girls Memes! Nyak, nyak, nyak.
Have you tried online dating before? Venturing into the cyber-world of courtship is one of the most frustrating, hilarious and uncomfortable aspects of the world-wide-web. I wonder if Tim Berners-Lee (that’s the Grand Poombah of the Web, FYI) envisioned that his baby would be connecting would-be casanovas with unsuspecting young ladies? I feel as though online dating is only socially acceptable (and only just!) within the 25+ crowd and the gay scene. But what’s it really like? Tyla from Feministe dishes the dirt. (Feministe)
…online dating has also given me the chance to date outside my comfort zone. Okay, to be fair, getting approached by a man in real life almost always puts me outside my comfort zone, and I very rarely give out my number. But anyway, online dating has allowed me to look at a man I might not be interested in based on a short meeting in real life, notice all the awesome things we have in common, and eventually, give out my number. He likes Scrabble? One point. He likes this random, obscure book that I’m obsessed with? Two points. He likes cheese? Five points. Oh my god, he works for NPR?! That’s like a million points. Yes, a million. Come on! He could be the next Ira Glass! No? A girl can dream.
Confessions of a real life shopahollic. I think it’s fairly safe to say that no one believes they earn enough. “I have SO MUCH money!” says absolutely no one! Thank you GFC! But if there’s one thing I can say I learned from the GFC, it’s that plastic cards are not toys. Interest rates are a bitch. And absolutely nothing is so delightful that it’s worth paying off interest. Not convinved? Read Rachel’s post over at XOJane.com my new favourite web-haven! (XoJane)
Rick over at Mamma Mia interviews a real-life escort. Intrigued? You should be. Delicious Dalliances is an escort service run by women, for women. Yes, that’s right. A lesbian and bisexual escort service.
Having taken its 100th reservation, Delicious Dalliances is amassing a profile of how clients use the service. Some just once, never to return. They try it out and retreat back to the ‘normalcy’ of their families. Other might come back twice. Or three times. Others have become regulars.
They’re driven to exploration, not necessarily because they are lesbians, but because they have had urges they could not explain. A spark. A thrill at the thought of a same-sex experience. Questions. Fantasies. Some strong, some dull. But still there.
The ongoing IRL battle for girl-gamers. (Gender Across Boarders)
Women! Wikipedia needs you to edit more
pages, promises Wikilove in return. (The Guardian)
Scarlett talks about why she prefers older men, and the effect the media is having on body objectification. The majority of females will raise their hand when asked if they love feeling bootylicious. Who doesn’t love waking up with their hair GHD perfect and skin a glowing canvas of baby-flesh as you gaily trill to the tune of ‘I feel pretty, oh so pretty’? But what exactly does being ‘hot’ even mean? I know good looks are a form of social capital and blah blah blah, but I feel a pretty face will only get you so far. (Early Bird Catches the Worm)
I was taken aback recently when a coworker praised me for being close friends with a man who’s not super attractive. Unlike the two who ranked me, I don’t make friends in terms of looks. If anything, I find it easier to be myself around and make friends with men I don’t find attractive.
But my so called “ugly” friend has an awesome personality; anyone would agree. And that makes him attractive. And at the end of the day, it’s what’s on the inside that counts.
Women with fake moustaches. Nyak, nyak, nyak.
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Sunday Hustle
fire crotchbad breath. Jetta knows what I’m talking about. Whilst I can’t personally relate to ever hating being called thin, it’s interesting to hear what it’s like for our fast-metabolism friends.Happy Sunday!
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