Saturday, 16 March 2013

Wo-Man Flu

Image from She Knows

I'm one of those really pathetic people when it comes to being ill.  I wish I wasn't.  I wish I was more like my husband, who will get up and carry on with his day in spite of whatever virus is trying to pin him down and kick him in the head.

But no.  Instead I fall apart at the first sign of the sniffles.  In our house, man flu has become woman flu.  And I have it, I have it bad.  I'm having one of those days where I think I'd really rather be dead.  Extreme, you may think, but that's easy for you to say when you're not the one with a top lip constantly covered in snot.

All colds have The Worst Day.  That one day that you can't cope with getting out of bed and attempting to function like a human being.  I thought I'd had The Worst Day on Thursday.  I had spent the entire day sneezing like I'd been snorting pepper, and split my nose open from too much blowing and wiping.  However, as all of the symptoms seemed to be limited to above the neck, I figured I had a simple head cold and that it would pass as suddenly as it had appeared.

I was wrong.  

Everything hurts.  I feel like I've been hit by a fleet of buses and that my head has been filled with barbed wire.  The snot is inexplicable.  I didn't even know it was possible for one nose to create so much mucus.  Where is it all coming from?  My nose is damaged beyond repair and my stomach has decided to join in just for shits and giggles (only, without the giggles).

In short, I feel dreadful.  I'm at work, purely because we have the sort of staffing structure that means one person going sick means headaches for everyone, and I'm nice like that, but I'd really rather be in bed. 

But I bet, any money, that if my husband had the exact same lurgy, he'd sneeze twice and that would be that.  Oh, to be a stronger human being...

Saturday, 9 March 2013

We Need to Talk About Justin

Courtesy of The Superficial

I've always been a little bit indifferent to the phenomenon that is Justin Bieber.  He's a bit too young for me to find attractive and his voice is a little whiny.  Yet, at the same time, I've never been particularly offended by his music.  In fact, I have been known to turn up that one that he did with Nicki Minaj (I'm a fan of her, you understand).

However, with the current swell of young and impressionable fans on social networking sites like Twitter, this 'boy wonder' has become something of a destructive force of nature.  

When you read through Justin's Twitter, it's almost like reading that of a precocious fourteen year old girl, rather than one of a nineteen year old with the World at his feet.  He seems to use this medium as a way of excusing what is, at times, completely irresponsible behaviour.  He is, of course, just a nineteen year old and is doing the things that other nineteen year olds do, but he has to remember that he has legions of young fans looking up to him.

By taking to Twitter to lay blame on others and to make excuses for his behaviour is careless at best.  At worst, it's damaging for those reading.

I'm sure you all heard about the #cutforbieber lunacy that happened a few months back.  From what I could gather, Justin had been photographed smoking weed and fans decided that self harm was the best way to show him their love and support.  The mind boggles.  Yet, at no point it seems, did Justin's management step in to try and limit the damage.

Recently he had his birthday ruined by the press, and simply tweeted 'Worst birthday ever'. Within minutes, there were replies from young girls who were 'crying so hard' that they 'couldn't breathe' because his day had been ruined.  Rational responses aren't at the forefront of a teenagers mind.

Now we have the pop sensation turning up two hours late (although he says forty minutes, I wasn't there so cannot say for sure) for gigs in London, collapsing on stage and attacking members of the paparazzi.  Immediately, Bieber took to Twitter to complain about how hard his life is.  His fans were incensed, the rage palpable.  I have read death threats aimed at the media in general from thirteen year old girls.  That's not right, surely?

I'm sure it is difficult to be in the spotlight in the way that he is, but should we feel too sorry for a man - because he is an adult - that has millions in his bank and everything that his heart could desire?  Added to that, he has an army of devoted fans willing to attack anyone that criticises him and who will consistently defend his increasingly erratic behaviour.

I know we've had hysterical hero worship in the past (who can forget the girls passing out at Michael Jackson concerts?) but with the addition of social media, it's beginning to take a slightly sinister turn.  The love that Bieber's fans already feel is heightened by the glimpses they get into his private life.  They feel that they know him and, as a result, are hell bent on protecting him.

I know he's only human, and that he has every right to express his feelings, but I think that a little self awareness ought to be exercised when watched so obsessively by so many.

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

A Thank You

I've got life by the short and curlies.

Things are going in the exact direction I want them to be going in and, best of all, I feel completely in control.  My aspirations and goals have gathered their own momentum, like a snowball rolling down the proverbial mountain and, for probably the first time in my life, I have complete confidence in what I'm doing.
Confidence.  That's the thing that's making all of this possible, and that confidence comes from the support I receive from my online family.
That's you lot.
The number of messages I have received encouraging me in my efforts has been overwhelming.  The word 'proud' has cropped up more times than I can count and, with every friend that shares their pride in me, I get a stronger sense of assurance in what I'm doing.
I've also received a lot of comments and support from people that I do not know, which is incredibly affirming.  I don't need to convince myself that people are just trying to be nice if they don't know me.  Why would they feel the need to do that?  I don't feel the need for false modesty here, for the first time in my life, I know that I'm good at something.
All of this is thanks to the people who believe in me.  They've - you've - all made me believe in myself, which has begun to lead to exciting things.  My work is being read and things are moving steadily forward in a way that I never thought possible.
You've all played a huge part in making this happen, in making me, and you have my heartfelt gratitude.
Watch this space, team.  I'm going places.