Let’s have a quick experiment everyone. It won’t take more than a moment of your time, I promise. Three quick questions, and then we’ll get on with the blog post.
Appearance: (noun) the way in which a person’s physicals attributes make up their image, and of which there is only one correct and desirable.
They say things get better with time.
One of my New Year resolution’s was to read more. I used to read all the time when I was younger, and that slowly dwindled down to maybe one book a year. Maybe.
If I were to tell you what I’m doing right now, you’d think I was still in France. UPDATE: I’m not.
Dear Mum, if you’re reading this. Please look away now. Please.
I recently entered the yeah write super challenge. This is a non-fiction writing challenge that takes place in three rounds, with all writers competing for a cash prize. I just found out that I am through to the next round, alongside 17 other talented writers. I’m delighted to make it to round 2, and would like to share my first entry here! The prompt was “lessons learned”, and as I spend most of my time in a school nowadays, it didn’t take too long for me to find my inspiration for my essay.
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.