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Gosh, men. They seem to have it all, don’t they? The higher wages, the ability to objectify women with no repercussions and the general holding of power in the world. Just your basic male stuff. I don’t blame some of them for not being number one fans of the feminist movement. I too would be wary of something that could dismantle and take away all the precious things that only I can have, in a system that benefits me. Men have all the luck!
“Well, she’s all you’d ever want
She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner
She’s a lady.”
She’s A Lady, Tom Jones.
Rather than send out a string vaguely sad seeming Tweets, I thought I’d document this particular evening of melancholy here, on my blog. This post, in length and content, will be significantly lower than others #sorrynotsorry. Tonight I realised that where I am right now, here in France, is not where I’m supposed to be. But it’s where I am.
Well, would ya look at that. Check your calendar there, and notice something. Look at that date. Yep, right there. 31st December 2016. The last day of the year.
2016. You’ve been a hell of a year. I don’t think I’m quite ready to look back on all that you’ve brought and simultaneously destroyed for us, but I think we can all say that this year is like no other. It brought out the worst in many, but, like every cloud, there is a silver lining (if you squint really carefully). While this year may have been the year America elected a man that requires too many adjectives for a solid English sentence, the reaction to this world-changing event has been both disheartening and encouraging.
Let’s bypass the fact that this is my first blog post in months and get straight to it, shall we?
I’m sitting here on my bed in France with one window open on my laptop watching Crazy, Stupid, Love on Netflix, and the other one open writing this blog post. I, again, had not much to do tonight so I thought a movie might be a nice change from rewatching old Gilmore Girls episodes. I had previously added Crazy, Stupid, Love (which takes a lot longer to type than you would think, so I’m going to shorten it to CSL) to my list on Netflix, and remembered thinking it was good so I gave it another go.
One Direction said it best when they sang, in all their glorious auto-tuned ways, “I won’t let these little thing slip out of my mouth”. However for me, the little things that I’m talking about, seem a little bit bigger and a lot further away.
Bonjour! C’est moi. FINALLY. Writing this from my unexpectedly comfy bed as a means to pass the time and ease my guilt due to my neglect of the blogosphere. Did you know that everything, apart from some musuems and restaurants, are closed on a Sunday in France? Well, you do now. So here I am.
Hello, hello, hello people of WordPress and beyond. Long time no type. How y’all doin’? (I heard it. I won’t say it again. Promise). It has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve blogged. Summer was supposed to be the time where my blog takes off, instead it’s been more stagnant than ever. I feel very guilty about neglecting my little space of internet. Continue reading “I’m Still Here!”
Classic Clodagh. Make big changes to your blog, write a whole post about all these ideas and plans you have for it, and then disappear. Continue reading “Bear With”