Girl Power

INTRODUCING...

A confused rant about feminine prowess.

I would like to share some vague, disjointed and very subjective ideas about the rise of matriarchy.

I have observed a lot of feminist liberation in my lifetime, which is impressive considering how much work western society has achieved since allowing women to leave the kitchen. It seems like there's a lot of tension in the unwritten contract of the balance of power and limitations for women. To quote Ani Difranco: 'These are not my laws, these are not my rules.'

I would like to focus on the phenomenon of feminine mastery. (If that phrase doesn't already exist, I'm coining it, right here and now.) Now that so many women have been granted the right to almost limitless independence, the future is unchartered. And to quote Spiderman: 'With great power comes great responsibility'. And here is where my brutishly blunt opinions rear their ugly heads. I don't wish to appear melodramatic, but I consider femininity an incredibly powerful tool, for good and evil. I've noticed worrying patterns of female behavior lately. Possibly these have always existed, and have only recently landed on my radar. But I can't help but feel that the latest generation are waking up in a world writhing in twisted sexual energy.

I know it's not a surprise that women use their mysterious assets to get ahead. Sometimes I find it beautiful and refreshing to see a woman with a synchronized intellect and sexual power- clearly, power is sexy. But over time I have developed a concern for how dangerously simple the power of seduction can be.

The Problems

1. The pressure and competition to be desirable and powerful. (Damaging)

2. The logical validity. (Questionable)

3. It's such a fucking shallow way for society to be heading.

Am I being melodramatic, or should we make way for the supersluts?

Disclaimer: I also believe that women are discriminated against on an unfairly regular basis, in every culture.

Not the subject I planned to cover.

Most people seem to be searching for profound meaning in life. Consequentially, many people spend chunks of their lives deconstructing and reading about the most dull parts of culture. It seems worthwhile to a point. Clearly, using the resources all around us to draw poignant conclusions about how civilization is pottering along has it's uses. But this seems to have eventually led to occupations like; the art of studying Lindsay Lohan's body language, and trying to guess what flavour baby food Jenifer Anniston swallowed for breakfast. This is beginning to make me wonder what I really have to offer you fine people.

Perhaps I am just a twisted, hateful young woman; a preacher recently told me that I am a presumptuous sinner, and perhaps she was right. I certainly have a lot of anger floating about in my mind-tank. But so often I ask myself what the world would appreciate me for more: Creating something beautiful and original, or transforming myself into a glittering orange creature of the night. As you are reading this (and if you have got this far, I really appreciate your patience) you are probably considering how tired the counter-celebrity-culture argument is. My point is; I know too much about Cheryl Cole. I know a story about her feet. And as Simon Amstell put it, she is nothing but 'a racist thug.' Where does this leave us? So preoccupied with the easiest form of escapism we can get our hands on, that we elevate certain people and stare curiously at them until they get too old or boring to hold our attention. I think civilization has taken a step back.

Soon I will stop moaning about the state of society and actually write something constructive.

Things from my head.

I am going to have to stop making grand blogging promises. Here are some thoughts that were in my head.

I was on the bus when I got to thinking about how I feel about important things.

Writing/life (It's a big-un)

So.. What is it all really? (That I, and every other person who writes things, wants)

1. Enlightenment. Broadening of horizons. A head full of beautiful, insightful, well structured thoughts. To be really clever with words - to really observe those details that most people fail to notice. To make sense of the world.

2. To bring joy to others. To make them proud. To touch people intimately that you know, and that you don't. To show the things you noticed.

3. To produce that magnificent text, which could be just about anything.

4. Luck. It's all about the luck.

Why is it so difficult?

1. Infinity is a headfuck. It's limiting to be so limitless.

2. Originality. We are all tiny little people amidst an ocean of everything. Perhaps it's cynical, or even naive, to suggest it, but it has to be said: Almost every avenue has been explored. Every concept has been worked, and reworked. The world is teaming with angry little cliches. It's the optimum breeding temperature for the enthusiastic parasites of literature. So many artists, so much material, so much time.

3. Triviality. The big problem. The pressure. Is my mind interesting enough?

Hey there little buddy.

Hello audience. I bet I don't have an audience. Actually, that makes me much more comfortable about my blogging experience - nobody is watching, so I can BARE MY SOUL.

Anyway, this week I gave up smoking, which was a very good idea. I'm already feeling much better. I've also had a lot of songs stuck in my head for long periods of time, such as; the animal hospital theme tune, windowlicker, happy together (yes, again) and club tropicana. This week Steve said; it's like Christmas on my cock, Alex said; thats not asian, thats just curry sauce. Some other people probably said some other brilliant things that I am forgetting, but NEVER MIND.

Today I started to read John Pilger's 'New Rulers of the World' and it made me very upset. The more I read, the more I realise that the world is a sad, twisted place. What I am slowly beginning to understand is that everything we touch is tainted, and the only way to have any positive effect is through awareness. Unfortunately, unpleasant truths are hard to swallow, for all of us. Things are going to have to get a lot worse before the public become conscious of the skulls they are treading on.

And on that note, goodnight.

It's boring, don't read it.

Hello again. Today I am going to blog freely about everything which comes into my head, until I get distracted by something.

News: I'll start with my musings on erotica. We've been set a 2000 word story conforming to one particular genre in 'Writing Genre Fiction'. So I've been reading (in the hope to write) some 'quality' erotica. However easy that (writing it) might initially seem, I have been running into issues. The main one being that most erotic writing tends to cater to an incredibly niche market. The assumptions I had about my own open mindedness in sex are being questioned. There are some recurring themes; BDSM and a lot of casual sex with strangers - I was expecting that. What I was not expecting was incest, boot polishing fetishes, stalking and murder. Obviously, as in any genre, everyone has slightly different expectations and ideals in erotica. All I'm looking for is hot interesting characters having hot sex (give me chemistry! GIVE IT TO ME!) Hopefully I'm not alone. The virtues I can see in this are that the fantasy element works, and the conventions can serve as a skeleton for a story. Despite that, it is an incredibly diverse genre where anything goes, as long as it has the potential to arouse at least some of it's audience. Considering all of this, I'm hoping to develop characters as realistically and complexly as I can in 2000 words. Hopefully this will give the sex (and the story) some actual depth and originality. Wish me luck.

In other news, I've been reading some of John Pilger's work for an essay in journalism (actually, I should probably be reading it right now.) I have fallen in love with him. His ethics, his commitment to publishing the truth and the dedication in which he works are all incredible.

In extra other news, I've been treated to some of my favorite things lately. I have a few special friends to thank for incredible dinners (out and in) Chicago (with incredible seats) and Rocky Horror (ditto). Thank you again, you beautiful brilliant people.

LOVE

Goodbye.

*Shy wave*

I feel like I've come crawling back to this blog, and to writing in general. I seem to have just let my ideas bob about in the deep confused ocean (exhibit A - that's me - just forgot how to spell ocean, and EXHIBIT) Cor blimey, I'm beginning to worry myself with my own stupidity.

Well, I will start from the beginning, kind of. I've been getting way back into reading and I've been watching everything I can get my hands on. Dear God, I sound like a hermit. I have also been socialising.

Well, that is enough for now. I will be back tomorrow. I'm going to keep up this blogging business if it kills me.

Ta-ta

Optimism

It's a strange time. It's always a strange time.

I've been appreciating a lot of people's work, and trying to prepare myself for what lies ahead. Far too many things to mention, even if I did mention actual things. It's a good job this isn't some sort of diary for so many reasons. It could seem odd I'm never specific, but to me it makes sense. I know deep down somewhere it's because I want to try and reach deeper subjects than I can by just discussing the events themselves. I do realise that this makes what I am writing self indulgent, and that I'm not wise enough yet to draw the meaningful conclusions I hope to. And it is selfish, because I'm using it as a (far too irregular) way of refining the way I write, and I am learning. It's going to take a lot of patience, and a lot of practice; personal development and all that.

In other news, it has come to my attention that people seem to think I'm some sort of shining beacon of hope. This is all very weird for me, because I cry and moan such a lot. I assumed that the people around me saw my poor fragile soul for what it is. I need to toughen up, and I thought that was coming across in the way I am, but, apparently not. It's a good thing!