Friday, 13 February 2015

Literary Phlegm

**I would like to apologise if this post ruins Disney movies for anyone... Please also note that I've not seen the FSOG movie, nor do I plan to, but I've read large parts of the trilogy online. Spoiler alert, they degrade women and healthy sexual relationships. And they really suck.**

With another Valentine's Day upon us, the lovely ladies of the Western world are flicking through their collection of romantic comedies whilst men debate between gardenia bouquets or a cluster of lilies. The day of love hearts and red roses is usually enough to render the bitter souls sick. However, there is no time to lie ill in bed! The release of the erotic/romance/kill-me-now film Fifty Shades of Grey is upon us, with everyone and their mum queueing up to get a ticket. Which is somewhat odd, considering that book to film adaptations are usually rather abhorrent.
But most book to film adaptations don't have boobs, billionaires, frequent sex scenes, Beyoncé infused soundtracks, hot shirtless Jamie Dornan... but most importantly, SEX!! Marvellous, frequent, dirty, unrestricted, passionate, intense sex! I hope you're getting this down!

Oddly enough, the reactions to the Fifty Shades of Grey book trilogy by E.L James were a mixture of rants from Internet trolls, cries of joy from ecstatic women and others who get a kick out of literary phlegm, and then there was the grey area (ha ha) of people who said that "it's just a book/freedom of speech/each to their own." And now, thanks to the miracle of the American film industry (which never ceases to amaze me), everyone can now view the debauchery in their nearest cinema! Hooray for sex and Beyoncé!
The film is being released close to Valentine's Day, which is utterly appropriate because Fifty Shades of Grey is indeed the love story of the century. In fact, E.L James herself is under the impression that her works are indeed a love story. You need to only look at her Tweets and comments in interviews to hear just how much she believes that bondage=love. And for her bank account, this belief has been most profitable; her books have sold over 70 million copies (globally), in 2012, Time Magazine named her one of "The Worlds Most Influential People" and it's sad to say that the fastest selling paperback in the UK bears her name. Also, earning $95 million in 2013 (plus $5 million in film rights) tells us that literature with substance is the stuff of idiots; sex sells. And with all three books available in countless language translations, no corner of the world is immune to the tyranny.

To the select few who don't know, Fifty Shades of Grey is essentially a story of girl meets man. Notice the age/maturity gap?
It is narrated by Anastasia Steele, the awkward, girl-next-door protagonist. She's a college student on the verge of graduating, with a steady part-time job. Anastasia isn't the kind of girl men adore, nor does she take her physical appearance seriously. Well, at least not until she meets Christian Grey, a businessman who's über good-looking, influential within the city and is basically like a young Rupert Murdoch. If Rupert Murdoch was 30 years old and had an affable public personality.
They meet through an interview, where Anastasia must ask Christian questions for the college newspaper. It goes awkwardly because...

Basically, Christian starts flirting with Anastasia and she's intimidated by how gorgeous, polite and charming he is. So she flips out and asks if he's gay and supposedly buggers everything up... BUT NOT FOR LONG!
Eventually, they meet up again and develop a flirtationship which escalates despite her friends telling Anastasia that Christian doesn't seem right. And once she learns that Christian is a seriously weird guy, she freaks out a little. But then he assures her that she's not like any other woman, she's the most beautiful person ever and there's no one else he'd rather chain up and abuse for pleasure. 
Anastasia learns that Christian is seriously into BDSM and he wants her to be his partner, even though she's an "unworldly" awkward virgin and he's so gorgeous and "charismatic" and like "Adonis."

Let's pause for a moment. Does this sound familiar to anyone?


Yes, the parallels between Twilight and FSOG are uncanny. And the fact that FSOG was based off a Twilight fan-fiction that E.L James wrote is somewhat scary. But if you didn't notice the intertextuality between FSOG and Twilight, let's briefly look at it:

Assume that Bella Swan is Anastasia and that Edward Cullen is Christian. Bella is a wallflower who moves to a new school, despite being on the brink of graduating. She doesn't try to be cool or pretty and yet she still has several friends despite being the mopiest girl in Young Adult literature. Much like Anastasia, she isn't a particularly interesting person, with no apparent flaws. Both get good grades, both have their interests, both have dysfunctional families with crazy mothers who like to get married, and fathers that are really manly and don't like talking... Bella and Anastasia also don't chase after the opposite sex because no one really strikes their fancy; they both prefer the company of men found in the pages of classic books. 
And then they meet The One. An insecurity about their personality develops and they now begin to feel bad about how they look. In Chapter 1 of FSOG, Anastasia thinks to herself I'm uncoordinated, scruffy and I'm not blonde. Throughout the entire Twilight Saga, Bella expresses a similar lament. 

Both Edward and Christian are 'keen' to learn more about the lives of the two women, whilst avoiding discussing their own. Both men claim to "read people." And upon getting into the relationship that they themselves warned would be "dangerous", they shower expensive gifts upon the women.
Edward gives Bella a Mercedes whilst Christian gives to Anastasia a Macbook Pro; both of which are highly expensive, top of the range and unavailable for commercial purpose (at the time of publication). This is done to place Edward and Christian in a positive light by convincing the reader that these men are so devoted and generous to their (comparatively) humble women; they are devoted providers.
Both Christian and Edward utilise their age-gap over Anastasia and Bella to further control their lives, under the premise that it's to protect them. They're both chronic stalkers (e.g: phone tracing, sleep-watching). But really, both men childishly prove time and time again throughout their respective series that they're insecure about all the other guys in the lives of their girlfriends.

I could ramble about how E.L James lacks original ideas and I could go on about how plagiarism is a greater sin than her over-enthusiastic use of the English language and its descriptions, but that is not the main point of contention between the critics and the fans. FSOG could have been written in the manner of Shakespeare himself and it would still retain no moral value, nor anything to declare it legitimately romantic in any way. 

In the novel, we can observe that Christian is reluctant to discuss his personal life with Anastasia. But with time, we learn of his traumatic childhood, his "crack whore" biological mother and his relationship with 'Mrs Robinson'; a woman who introduced a fifteen year old Christian to BDSM (I love how legal that must have been!). He states that his therapists can't do anything and in Chapter 16, he says "It's the way I'm made Anastasia. I need to control you." Every time he gives Anastasia a glimpse into his past, she thinks of the little child suffering and living in dark places, ignoring the man he grew up to become; a man who can only love through subjugation. She comes to believe that she has a positive effect on him, implying that women are meant to change their men and go out of their way to reform them from their horrid original selves (this is what passes for 'character development'?)

Not everyone is worth pain and humiliation at your own expense. Screw you Disney

The fact of the matter is that Christian Grey is manipulative, psychologically disturbed and consequently, the only way for him to truly grasp some sense of control over his world is to take the welfare of his 'submissives' into his own hands. Evidence of his strong need for control is seen in the contract he gives to Anastasia prior to commencing their dominant/submissive relationship. The darker ambitions that he has are written down and sugar coated in sentences like "the fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits and her wellbeing." Later on in the same document, he makes it clear that if she signs this, he will have complete control over her diet/beauty and personal hygiene regimen, her appointed times to see him, her clothing choices, her own sex life amongst other things... 
All of that, with the understanding that in return, he will provide her with everything she needs. Well, everything except an honest, sincere, loving and fulfilling relationship. But that's not important, not when she gets an Audi, a BlackBerry and a MacBook Pro!!

Anastasia must basically reshape herself and all parts of her life into whatever he commands her to, and she must do so respectfully or she will be punished. In fact, according to their contract, she is to be subjected to "discipline" such as "whippings, floggings, spankings, caning, paddling or anything else that the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, enquiry or complaint."

A lesser known part of FSOG is that Anastasia is controlled by Christian, but is also subjected to pressure from her "inner goddess." The inner goddess is a separate yet internal consciousness within Anastasia that rejoices when she does naughty or bad things. It's kinda like the devil on her shoulder. 

At moments where Anastasia questions the contract, the inner goddess coaxes her further away from rational thinking by filling Anastasia's head with reminders of fun sexual experiences she's had with Christian. When Anastasia is lulled into a false sense of security by this goddess, Christian swoops in and encourages her to research what they would be doing if she signed the contract. And with further temptations from Christian and scoldings from the goddess for daring to question the perfect Christian Grey, Anastasia is sucked into a world where the only person who gives her life any sense of meaning/purpose/security is the very man who corrupts her judgement and takes away her independence, purely because he "wants all her pleasure."

The fact that FSOG glorifies abusive/possessive relationships is as irrefutable as the sun that rises every day. All the evidence sits before us. Of course, there are people who prefer to live with their eyes closed because they find security within the darkness. 
"It's just a book/movie" they whine. "Don't read/watch it if you don't like it." Such words have been duly noted by myself and others time and time again. And what does burying your head in the ground leave you with? Complete and utter ignorance of any external threats you've left yourself defenceless to.

We cover our eyes for many reasons, but usually it is out of either horror or shame. To hide ourselves from bitter truths and things that scare us is to remain ignorant and weak. If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything. If you don't know the Devil, you'll welcome his lies with open arms. 
I believe that we are entitled to have opinions, but we owe it to ourselves to be educated about what we believe in. If you're going to have an opinion, it shouldn't be based on unstable things such as contradictory statements, lies, hatred and false truths. Be genuine, but don't be ignorant. Education and wisdom are infinitely more precious and worthwhile than any fleeting joy we find in things that do not last. 

Just bear in mind that FSOG is an unsuitable whetstone; it is only for mopping up spills and campfire kindling.  

The world around us is forever changing and reinventing itself, and in the flurry, it has forgotten the core values of love, wisdom and everything that shouldn't be so rare to find these days. Seven billion beating hearts (and counting) in the world, and not enough love expressed every day. Seven billion brains in the world with scarcely a cell between them. It is my belief (as a Christian) that secularism is a poison and without the guidance of God, our sense of what's ethical and what's not is distorted. Things are changed to suit to suit our beliefs and intentions (as opposed to those of God) and our moral code becomes a safe haven for practicing anarchy. 

Of course, I cannot expect everyone who reads this to believe in my God. But if it pleases you, I hope that you share this one belief; that the children of this future are precious. 
We cannot let the children of the future believe that sexual relationships are freely open to interpretation. We shouldn't let our children be influenced to believe that the opposite sex is to be objectified or categorised in a certain manner or that anyone who acts a 'certain way' wants to have sex. If it is reprehensible for children to be imported and exported around the world as sexual slaves, how is it acceptable to look into the eyes of your own son/daughter and determine if they would be a Dominant or a Submissive later on in life?

All around us is the glorification of the dark side of sex. Stalking is scarcely considered perverse, debasement of matrimonial values is becoming the norm, and the lines between abuse and pleasure are blurring into something ghastly. Conservative behaviour is seen as a joke, respectability is a radical thing and people who abstain from sexual relationships are seen as nutters. 
To further complicate things, everyone is entitled to live their lives how they choose. Bonus points if they do so under pressure. More bonus points if they have an otherwise successful/happy life. Yet why should we live in ignorance if there is every opportunity to learn things and strengthen our minds?

I acknowledge that children do grow up and become adults that are (hopefully) capable of making their own choices whilst dealing with everything responsibly. I myself am on the borderline between adolescence and adulthood, and the ability to do as I please is quite delightful. But for others like me and for the children of the future to not understand that we are all precious, it leaves us open to accepting that it's OK to be disrespected and undermined, no matter the motive of the abuser. If people believe that they're not worthy of love and compassion then they forever live a life believing that they are worth nothing. 

We need to ensure that no one is left without access to the truth and to education. We need to respect the integrity of others and remain true to ourselves. And we need to teach our children that love is not chains and whips. True love is not found in shades of grey. The best way to find it is to read a Bible or go to a good church with a loving congregation, but that's only the beginning of what worked for me and many other wholly satisfied souls. 

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres"- 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7 (NIV)

The moral of this highly erotic post is that Fifty Shades of Grey is not a love story. Do not say otherwise, it hurts the minds of smart people.


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#NotDead

I never thought I'd come back to blogging. Nor did I think I'd discard Not Like Homer (it seemed like a good idea at the time). But if you're reading this now, be very excited. Or at least be proud that I felt the need to blog again and there was little point in starting a whole new blog.

The odyssey continues;

  • I start university in 3 days. For the next three years, I shall be studying Creative + Professional Writing so that one day I can be either an editor or a proper novelist. 
  • Certain hot guys continue to exasperate/delight me
  • I plan on getting piercings in an attempt to be rebellious
  • I turned away from feminism and formed my own ideological philosophy
  • SO MUCH BAKING AND WATCHING OF BRITISH TELEVISION

But to get to the point, I feel that to be a better writer, I ought to blog again and do so professionally. And I can't promise frequency or high quality. But I'm back with a lovely new contentious essay post in the works and I've never felt so... settled? Either way, it's good to be home and with any luck, someone will see these words. 


Saturday, 16 August 2014

The Two Best Little Things About Today

It's always the little things in life that are the most wonderful. They can be so subtle, but have the greatest impact on the outlook of your day.
Today was a day about experiencing the little things; and in essence, all I did was wake up and buy food. But there was a lot more to it, I swear.


  • I woke up and it rained: The grey sky streamed into my room and bathed everything in what could be interpreted as a dull or dark-bright light; all whilst the pitter-patter of raindrops played a symphony.
  • I made toast: The bread was fresh, light and fluffy against the pressure of my fingertips. As it cooked, my eyes stared at the bred burning within the metal incinerator knowing that such light fluffiness would crisp into something wonderful; such a procedure would be incandescent to a butterfly emerging from a fiery chrysalis. Upon emerging, I quickly pinched the bread and covered it in a cool blanket of golden marmalade.
I suppose my day has been somewhat dull, but it's always great to elaborate on the little things to make them sound more profound. Always make the little beautiful things have more of a meaning to them so that you have more of an excuse to smile. 


And in other news, I have become strangely addicted to cooking... I suppose it's better than drugs. My next odyssey begins with a Jamaican virgin coconut and pineapple cake or something draped in numerous folds of chocolate. Fun times ahead!

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

The Beginning of The End... (A Poorly Written Odyssey)

It was my seventeenth birthday 9 days ago.
Usually when birthdays come around, one celebrates another year of existing on this rotating planet. Presents fall upon them and cake is usually consumed (unless they're from the third world we so desperately seek to feed). But this year, my birthday was nothing special.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't deprived of a party or anything like that. In fact I had a really nice one; there was cake and a hot guy (sadly not a stripper). But this seventeenth birthday was the beginning of the end. This symbolised the fact that I'm on the verge of being a fully-fledged member of the adult world. In 356 days I gain membership into a whole new, scary world.
And for a twonk as small and erratic as myself, this signifies more scary things like maturity and responsibility and (Gallifrey forbid) a life that only I can control.

This is the beginning of the end... the start of an unexpected journey into sight and sound...
And I don't know where this will end or where I'll go. No one ever does and no one is ever considerate enough to write a guidebook so that the twonks of this universe have a means of navigating such a big, scary world.
It can be a truth universally acknowledged that perhaps it's not about needing to know where one will end up, but it's nice to know what to expect. Which I don't, due to the lack of a guidebook.

You could expect that someone somewhere wrote a guidebook for such a purpose as directing people how to live. Aren't adults meant to guide the inexperienced youth?
I was talking to my school chaplain the other day and she commented on the short amount of time I have left at school.
"Only a while to go; then you'll be free as a bee" she said, as she stared into the sunset-deprived hellhole that enforces my education.
I don't have anything against bees or freedom. In fact, it could be quite liberating to live life as a bumblebee. But the thought of unfolding my wings with no idea of how to fly is horrifically daunting.

So I suppose (to summarise everything in this twaddle-filled post) that in less than 356 days, I'll begin an odyssey.
Odyssey is my new favourite word. I love the taste of it on my tongue when I speak it (I also love to say the name 'Ianto'). I love the way it sounds like a whisper. But when you take away the joy it brings to my senses, it's also a great word.

odyssey: a long and eventful/adventurous journey or experience

And in light of my future odyssey, I have decided to (eventually) move all my future blog posts to another one. Like the direction of life, I don't entirely know what will happen or what the outcome may be. Heck, I don't even know when the odyssey/blog posts will begin. It's all rather chaotic and poorly planned, isn't it? Perhaps it's going to bugger up or perhaps I'll be a billionaire by the age of 30. No one really knows the outcome, so fingers crossed that all goes well.

PS: The lack of posts has been due to an all-consuming holiday. The holiday had the insatiable hunger of a tapeworm; it devoured my life with things like food, friends, Supernatural and Torchwood. No one was spared such wrath; not even the children...

Sunday, 18 May 2014

The Best Words In The World

This list is composed of words that are, quite simply, the best in the universe. Some words have cool meanings, some are delightful to utter... and some are a combination of the two factors.

  • Petrichor: a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a period of long, dry weather. Well... it's actually hands-down the best smell in the world.
  • Sycophant: a person who acts obsequiously towards someone important to gain advantage. I know a person who fits this quite well, and the advantage I want them to get comes in the form of a guillotine.
  • Ameliorate: make (something bad or unsatisfactory) better
  • Magnanimous: generous or forgiving, especially towards a rival/less powerful person.
  • Vexation: the state of being annoyed, frustrated or worried.
  • Innuendo: an allusive or oblique remark/hint, typically a suggestive (sexually) or disparaging one. 
  • Obsequious: obedient/attentive to an excessive/servile degree. It's also one of the most infuriating qualities in a human being...  
  • Fallacy: a mistaken belief, especially one based on unsound arguments.
  • Heretic: (1) a person believing in, or practicing, religious heresy. (2) A person holding an opinion at odds with what is generally accepted. Not to be confused with 'heathen': (1) a follower of a polytheistic religion (a "pagan") (2) a person who does not belong to a widely held religion (especially one who is not Christian, Jewish or Islamic) as regarded by those who do.
  • Gargantuan: enormous
  • Herpetology: the branch of zoology concerned with reptiles and amphibians.
  • Perplex: make (someone) feel completely baffled.
  • Psychosis: a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality.
  • Palindrome: a word/phrase/sequence that reads the same backwards as it does forwards. Interestingly, a semordnilap ('palindromes' spelt backwards) is a word that spells a different word when spelt backwards. 
  • Vendetta: a blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks revenge on the murderer or their family.
  • Pneumonia: a lung inflammation caused by bacterial or viral infection, in which the air sacs fill with pus and may become solid. Wish this one upon your enemies.
  • Tuberculosis: an infectious bacterial disease characterised by the growth of nodules (tubercles) in the tissues; especially the lungs.
  • Majestic: having or showing impressive beauty or scale.
  • Complacent: showing smug or uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one's achievements.
  • Irrefutable: impossible to deny or disprove. 
  • Unorthodox: contrary to what is usual, traditional or accepted (not orthodox). 
  • Decomposition: the state or process of rotting/decay
  • Cadaver: a corpse.
  • Fascism: an authoritarian and nationalistic right-wing system of government and social organisation. 
  • Annihilation: complete destruction or obliteration.
  • Desecration: the action of desecrating something (Justin Bieber's contributions to the music industry are a key example).
  • Twonk: (British informal) a stupid or foolish person.
  • Deranged: mad/insane. One of the most appropriate words used to describe me.
  • Pestilence: a fatal epidemic disease, especially bubonic plague.
  • Cumbersome: large or heavy, and therefore difficult to use.
  • Mortuary: a room/building in which dead bodies are kept, for hygienic storage or for examination, until burial or cremation.
  • Crux: the decisive or most important point at issue.
You'll have to forgive the excessive use of medical/disease/morbid words; medical dictionaries and history books are full of alluring words. 
  • Alluring: powerfully and mysteriously attractive or fascinating; seductive.

Friday, 9 May 2014

Secrecy= Success

The key to healthy relationships and a blissful social life is no longer the affection we show to others. Petty emotions are dead. They are the playthings of daydreamers.
If you are to maintain a grasp on the sentiments of your peers, you would do well to know the importance of secrecy.
Secrecy is hard to come by these days. In the boom of the Digital Revolution, any information we want is but a click away. Whether it is about environmental matters or Parisian fashion, no one really has the excuse to be ignorant of everything in the world. It's all right in front of us.
Above all, what is on our screens are the lives of other people; people so quickly and willingly expose themselves online. But most intriguingly, people are more quick to expose others, and the phrase "keep this to yourself" has now become meaningless. Don't all words lose their meaning when no one listens to them?

Sadly, even without the help of technology, people are so quick to gossip about the lives of their peers, and all with a clear conscience by the time they've changed the topic. Even without adding false words to their 'knowledge', this disclosure has begun to spread a poison.
Toxicity has always broken down relationships, and it's brutal to keep calm and carry on talking to your toxic peer when you know they've stabbed you in the back. But they don't know that you know. Thus, a toxic pattern will start: you'll loathe them, you'll pretend not to, you'll go home cursing their name... All while grinning and bearing it, unless of course you're someone else's toxic friend.

Of course, you could rely on the few close friends you have, and be content. But even now that may be a lie. You never know anymore who loves you and who yearns to push you down the stairs. You just now know that they exist.
Each of us has had (or currently does have) at least one toxic friend who allowed/allows your friendship to die by sharing your secrets and personal stories. The discovery of such a 'friend' is painful, and it sucks that nowadays it's pretty much a rite of passage to discover such a b*tch/bastard in your midst.
Like all successful diseases, there remains no cure for toxic bastards. And much like band-aids, you can't get rid of such people without a certain amount of pain. The most successful preventative measure you can take is to be careful with the trust placed in other people.
Don't meet someone and give them your house keys if they make you smile once. Let the same smile reappear many times for all the right reasons, and you're onto something good.
It's good to have faith in people and it's wonderful to know that it's mutual. Once such faith is destroyed, it can never be repaired to its former glory. So it's wise to truly trust someone before you tell them all your secrets. And they need to expect the same from you. If they can't get what they're entitled to, why should you??

Information (particularly secrets) is power. It can be a force for good, or a weapon at your throat. To own it makes you the most powerful person in the room. To wield it wisely makes you the kindest. But to share it with all the other people never makes you the bravest. 

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Kitchen Explosion Tuesday/Winter Is Coming

One afternoon, a girl was walking home from school in the chilly May breeze. Cool shivers running down her back delighted her; winter was coming.
As she entered her street (with enthusiasm in her skip), she could smell the pleasant fragrance of burning wood emerging from a neighbours chimney. The loveliness in the air inspired her to enter her kitchen (upon arriving at her house) and make toasted cheese sandwiches.

Alas, life isn't a pretty fairytale. The girl in question, is me. And if you knew her as well as I do, you'd never let her near an appliance again.
Because once she entered the kitchen to make the toast, she decided that today would be Kitchen Experiment Tuesday and that she would test out an innovative new way of making toasted cheese sandwiches.
I saw on Tumblr a post where someone tried to toast their cheese by turning the toaster on its side and putting the bread with cheese inside. Of course, in the magical world of Tumblr, the only way this could go wrong would be if the toast flew out of the sideways-toaster and onto the floor; bread-side up. Alas, some people can be so very lucky with their misfortunes.
My sideways-toaster began to smell of charred plastic, shortly before smoke billowed out of the electrical socket.

Not entirely disheartened, I decided to try another method of cooking my toasted cheese sandwiches.
I layered the cheese onto the bread, to the point where the cheese formed mozzarella mountains (love alliteration!), and I reached for my crème brûlée blowtorch.
For minutes, I stood over the flames as my cheese slowly melted and burnt. Eventually, I was satisfied with my very scorched lunch... until my eyes saw the microwave and I realised that the simplest methods are often the best.

Moral of this random story: Don't do drugs. 

The-actual-moral: Never let an idiot into a kitchen.

In other news: Winter is coming (if you live in the Southern Hemisphere). Be very delighted.