Life as a fashionista

Lets first make it clear. I don't particularlly like Kylie Minogue's solo music efforts. I quite like her colabrotive efforts, think Nick Cave and Robbie Williams.

Congrats to her for battling cancer, and taking love rat Olivier back or whatever (he is HOT.)

But either she has recently fired her stylist or she's gotten mad cow disease because this is abomination is what she turned up to at the Cannes NRJ Music Awards.
Its three feet of shoulder pads away from being some tragic 80's disaster of a formal outfit, and instead of the taffeta sash (being tied in the normal sashy manner) she's thought 'hang it all' and tied it around her groin.

Her super cute bobby hair cut is scrapped back from her face, and in need of a root job?

Now what about this face, something is going on there. Her eyebrows have these bizarre unnatural over- accentuated arch.
Nobody likes this dress (I can't find a redeeming feature??)

I know everyone deserves a miss but what about this? She's shoving her tiny little frame into a skin and looking like a little undernourished Christmas ham. -------------------->
At least I like the colour of it... and the hair doesn't make me want to have a physical reaction.

<-She can look adorable sometimes and it's a real shame to sort of see fashion victim outfits befouling on of our usually better dressed Aussie female... (Cate is so hit and miss!) Sure Im not a fan of the pucciesque pattern, but the shape, the hair, the dark sunnies! GREAT.

ps; I love visual aids!

Life as a survivor; china style

Since the first season of that rancid filth we know as reality TV aired I have not seen Survivor since that Richard Hatch bloke won.

Channel surfing last week I passed a Survivor China ad and was horrified when I saw the emaciated frame Courtney Yates one of the contestants.

Firing up I swung into research mode, thinking that maybe one of those crazy immunity challenges was to start an island cannery and her weight loss was due to an unfortunate bout with botulism. Tragically apparently not, seems this waif has ‘looked like this since college’
according to an ABC News interview… see photographic evidence.

I have NO doubt its physically challenging task type thing, but what were the producers expecting? Were they HOPING she would keel over to boost ratings? Obviously this girl didn't have much fat to afford to loose, but they have exploited her (willingly she has also exploited herself, twice in fact consider she was on a previous contestant on Survivor four; pile of dung.)

Which makes me wonder, are we automatically perverted to thinking that all skinny girls starve themselves to achieve this rather than the possibility that they are not predisposed to be shaped this way? (Much like me being short and rounded)
Having that thought seems almost naive, thinking about Kate Moss’ eternally willowy frame yet flashing back to her snorting coke up her nose, was finally the eternal question was answered that supermodels needed help too? Oh that and yes bad boys do seem to be bad for us right?

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Life as a job seeker

All my job seeking this year has yielded two very separate job types.
One; jobs which are totally boring and underpaidor
Two; jobs which are interesting for which I am totally unqualified.

Jobs in the first archetype are naturally in abundance, clogging up the Sydney metropolitan area because everyone knows they are boring. Duties include fetching coffee for boorish managers, repitious word processing for the unappreciative etc.

The second variety however is somewhat more elusive, and requires more sleuthing through the ‘hot sheets’ (as I have now named them) only to find that I have no qualifications for such interesting sounding jobs.
I am in fact qualified for type one boring jobs, and jobs of its ilk, and probably McDonalds… although might be too old to be starting at maccas, so I schedule an interview with a recruiter.

Sitting in the interview room, I started to feel like I was in sort of a career concentration camp.
The stark lighting, the torture chair (where I sit) and two opposing seats.
Sitting waiting for 25 minuets I notice two things - I appear to have been locked into this room - what if there is a fire? I will surely burn to death and secondly on the small skewed table there is a handy booklet called 'How to Wow; An Interview guide' (I kid you not) with handy little tidbits like 'dress conservatively' 'do show maturity' 'do be honest' and 'don't give one word answers.'
I honestly can't understand what use this book is when you're already in the interview, if you've stuffed it up it's too late and if you haven't started it's just going to confuse an already flustered state.
Just as I thought I was about to be sent off to the showers my interviewer comes in for a riveting talk about me for 40 mins... joy, my favorite subject for which I am best versed on.

Life as a girl

Once again hailing a new year has brought me to not only look back on the year past, but forward to my new present.(And to apparently start blogging again after many years out of the solo blogging saddle)
Last year, I was nothing short of busy.
I went on two holidays, I went over seas, I heavily dated two people at once, I seriously dated someone until he zapped off to another country with my heart, I got unintentionally weaved into a tangle of lies with a friends brother in law and celebrated Christmas by quitting my job and having a dalliance with a party goer in my cousins house.
This year I’ve already fired up with already dating somebody inappropriate who’s turned out not much better than a waste of a hair straightening who has blithely glossed over any future . What's worse is I was warned that this gentleman's intentions were less than pure, but thought perhaps things could turn out differently.
So I have now decided to embrace voluntary celibacy, okay not voluntary but perhaps as a better alternative and okay not real celibacy perhaps the words I need here are self restraint?
So this is me, and life as a girl.