General, Recipes

vegan baking | chickpea and peanut butter cookies |

Hey friends, thought it was about time to stop just taking pictures of my food and actually show you guys how you can make it yourselves (if thats something you wish to do).

All the recipes I will be sharing have been adopted from ones I’ve mostly found online or in various books. I tend to change up the ingredients due to either not having them or personal preference :)

Today I wanna show you guys these GLORIOUS chickpea cookies. Now, I know what you’re thinking… Meg. Chickpeas… in a cookie? Trust me, they taste delicious (I’ve had many rave reviews!)

I found this recipe scrolling through insta and it’s via @plasticfitness if you fancy checking her out (Y)

Now, you’ll neeeeed:

  • Chickpeas – To make around 16-20 I use around a tin and half
  • Agave nectar – You can just use honey but vegans say no to honey (plus argave nectar is a much healthier alternative to all sugar in any baking you may wanna do!!)
  • Peanut butter – around 4 table spoons
  • Dark chocolate chips – 200g or however much you like really… the chocolatier the better!
  • Baking powder – 1 teaspoon
  • Vanilla extract – a few blobs hehe
  • Vegan white chocolate – to swirl prettily on the top

Obviously if you don’t want to make these vegan then feel free to use honey, normal milk chocolate and regular white chocolate (but come on guys – you can start doing your bit for the planet by eating cookies?! I think that’s a pretty good excuse, not that you need one.)

  1. SO. Start by draining your chickpeas from the tin (if they were already in water) – you then want to soak them in warm water to soften for around an hour (I got super impatient and only ended up doing it for 30 mins but the longer the better in this case)
  2. Actually, also don’t forget to turn your oven on to 220 degrees (it’s an easy thing to forget haha)
  3. Once soaked, drain again and place into a large mixing bowl. Using either a fork or a hand blender (use this is way easier haha) just blend them up until smooth-ish (don’t worry if they’re slightly bumpy as it adds to the final texture of the cookie)
  4. Once blended, start adding your peanut butter bit by bit, mixing as ya go (Feel free to use the hand blender again as this will make a creamier mixture.)
  5. When you’ve added all the peanut butter, add the vanilla essence, agave nectar and baking powder, mixing all the time to make sure it’s all spread out evenly.(If you want them slightly sweeter which I usually do, add in more agave nectar)
  6. Thennnn, add the chocolate chips! If you cant get your hands on chocolate chips you can just finely chop a bar of dark chocolate (Bourneville is my personal fave!)
  7. Next, spoon the mixture in golf ball sized lumps onto a baking tray (lined with parchment), pressing so they’re cookie shaped.
  8. Pop them in the oven for around 15-20mins, checking on them every now and again.
  9. When they come out they will still be slightly squishy – fear not! They’ll harden as they cool.
  10. While cooling, break up the white chocolate into a heat-proof bowl and place over a saucepan of boiling water. Melt the chocolate ready to decorate the cookies!
  11. Finally, once completely cooled (impatient me again didn’t wait completely) swirl, using a fork, the white chocolate artistically (lol) over the cookies!

VOILA!!

Honestly, theyre so so super yummy!

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Arrange for an aesthetically insta-worthy photo and you’re good to go!

Enjoy! (more to comeeeeee)

xx

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Can you even call it dating any longer? 

There has been a post going around recently titled ‘Why Modern Dating Makes Me Want To Punch Myself In The Throat’ – holaaaaaa. It bloody does and it’s a freakin’ minefield out there for single people.

It’s brutal. I was saying to my friends a few weeks ago when we were having just a general chat about life that social media and the mobile phone itself makes it far too easy to ignore someone or a situation.

If you’re on tinder, or bumble, or plenty of fish (awks that I know so many lols) and someone messages you who you just cba to reply to… you don’t. They’ve taken the time to message you (granted, we all know what they’re after – but still, the thought was there) and you just ignore them. Ooops.

I’ve been ignored and I’ve ignored someone and it makes so so disappointed in our generation that we’ve, collectively, decided that that’s ok!?

Why have we all accepted the fact that we can all treat each other like shit?! Even typing this I’m honestly, like, baffled. And confused…

Our parents, our teachers and friends have all taught us to be kind. To be kind to each other and ourselves. So, why, when we’re behind a screen do we suddenly all turn into absolute assholes?

I think we all need to take a big look in the mirror if I’m honest. Recently, I haven’t been particularly proud of my self/actions and made a new years resolution to just treat myself better and have more respect for myself as a woman. After a certain situation I found myself in with a guy, I was super angry and sad and decided to write it down… I just left it in the notes in my phone but think this discussion calls for it to finally be shared:

How many times gals. have you been seeing a guy, you think things are going well and then BAM… they’re not.

You rack your brains for reasons why, over thinking and over analysing everything, driving yourself mad trying to figure out what went wrong – when or how or where…

Just me? Ooooo kay then.

I’m the first the admit I’m an over-complicater. I dream up these issues and scenarios in my head that I convince myself are true – hence adding to the dramz I seem to create to cause myself unnecessary agg.

It’s exhausting  – and every single time I tell myself off and say right, next time you’re gonna be chill and laid back about the whole thing and not let yourself get worked up.

But, being me, of course that NEVER happens. But it’s not because I’m ‘crazy’ or ‘psycho’ like a lot of guys claim all girls are… I just have feelings. And when those feelings are hurt it, funnily enough, has a negative effect on me.

I’m not good at playing it cool or acting like I don’t care… but why should I. If something’s happening, in this case, with a guy, that’s making me question my own actions then of course I’m going to try and work out what’s happening… not for his sake, but for my own!

Some girls are so afraid of showing and saying how they truly feel for fear of coming across slightly ‘needy’… it’s not needy… it’s bloody standing up for yourself!!

Dating in this day and age is cruel… I’ve only been in London 4 months and have already been stood up and just generally ignored by guys I thought were genuinely nice… oh how wrong I was.

Men are truly from another planet… and they definitely think girls are, when in fact, it’s just a case of ‘wrong person, wrong time’.

And it sucks when you’re seeing someone and things go south, but I soon realise and remember that (after a few pep talks with my gr8 friends and mum) at the end of the day, I’m 22, in a city full of people and I’m at the start of a very exciting career.

Yes I’m going to be pissed off and sad about it for a bit because it’s never nice being brushed off by someone you like but I’ve done this enough (too many in my opinion) times to know when enoughs enough and it’s time to stop dedicating your time to guys who don’t value yours equally.

Think what you will about this… I’m sure some guys reading this think I’m just a classic nutter gal having a rant about my failure of a love life… but it’s  made me feel better so byeeeeeeeeee.

I titled it ‘The male species’ but reading it back now it just should be called ‘my generation’. Obviously, because I’ve only ever dated guys, they’re who I channel my love life anger at… but girls are just as bad!! I have guy friends who have been treated like shit by girls and I just don’t understand how – maybe it’s because I have a larger than average conscious and feel guilt about borrowing kitchen roll… but yeh.

I cannot play it cool. As I mentioned up there ^^ it just doesn’t come easy to me and I do envy girls who can but it’s generally because they’re seeing someone or with someone that doesn’t regularly give them a reason to not play it cool… that’s clearly where I’ve been going wrong.

Side note: For some stupid stupid reason I just deluded myself into thinking that dating apps were a good idea and obviously was blind to the fact that guys on there are there for one reason only… safe to say they were swiftly deleted. I’m deciding there just are no rules and just to actually stay true to myself when I say ‘go with the flowwwww’

So, London – I haven’t quite given up on you yet but as far as dating goes – but you’ve been a bit a knob so far ngl… being single is also super fun and also slightly easier haha – it swings in roundabouts haha. Intrigued as to what life’s gonna throw at me (Y)

Peace and love xox

 

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Interview with the only GRLCLB worth being a member of… trust me

Do you ever come across people you follow on instagram with a considerable following who you’re just like dayyyummmm you’re cool. Ruth Finn Leiser (roobs_grlclb) has that exact effect on me. I honestly just fancied being nosy (fan girling) and finding out what goes on behind the feed. I also believe this chick, along with countless other independent original designers, deserves all the positive recognition going 

GRLCLB is an online shop selling hand sewn simplistic t-shirts with sassy messages associated with them.

I personally came across this gal when the tampon tax debate was the hot topic, as she’d design a tee that featured a used tampon and ‘Treat Yoself’ emblazoned across the front. I just found the irony hilarous and so utterly relevant that I’ve followed her ever since. I won’t say too much more but she takes a very personal approach with her followers and this approach is one of the many reasons I, and I expect others, continue to follow her. 

She very kindly agreed to answer some questions for me and for your reading pleasure… have a ganders!

When and why did you start GRLCLB?
 

GRLCLB grew out of nothing, really. I was working full-time (sometimes upwards of 60 hours a week), trying so hard, giving my all – for a job that gave me nothing in return, and that paid minimum wage. I just needed something to keep me going. I needed an outlet – for both my neglected creativity and just as a way to regain control over what I was doing with my life.

To this day, I have no idea what provoked me to stitch a tshirt. I’ve never been a sew-er. I could do the absolute basics, but I’d never done anything design-focused before. I posted the pics of what I was making, for myself, on instagram and people just liked it. I think partly they just liked the idea of watching someone embark on a journey with them. A year down the line, I’m doing this full-time, expanding the brand, and have never been happier or more fulfilled.

 

What is the message you want your products and blog posts to say?

Well, there’s the obvious messages of girl power, feminism, empowerment, strength etc, but one of the biggest drives for me is the need for honesty. I want to be an often much-needed reminder of reality. In a world where you can construct an entire life on social media, I just think it’s so important to show people what’s real from time to time. People see these ‘instafamous’ accounts post pictures of a seemingly perfect – and superior – life, and fall under the spell of what is often complete fabrication. Too many people are selling a perfection that doesn’t really exist – and which relies on your audience buying into their own implied inferiority.

 

Where do you get your inspiration?

I truly believe that we’re a product of everything we experience. Everything we create is a product of all the people we’ve known and the music we’ve heard and the stories we’re told and the sights we’ve seen. A lot of my cultural references are centred around my parents’ success in implementing in me an appreciation for ‘the classics’ – film, TV, music – but I’m equally driven by pop culture from my generation. I think there’s something about the things that form the soundtrack to our most transitory years that guarantees they’ll stick with us in a subconscious way. Mean Girls and pop punk forming the basis of my peak teen angst years, for example.

The rest of it is, I think, just a manifestation of how grumpy and intolerable to injustice I am on a daily basis. Little things affect me more than they should. But, where other people can shrug it off with a ‘life’s unfair’, I’m like ‘nah I better put this on a tshirt’.

 

My favourite thing about following you is how open you are about your own personal struggles – what is the reason behind this?

I just don’t think it’s fair that so many people – and not just young ones – will scroll through social media on any given day and think to themselves ‘why am I not handling things as well as everyone else?’. I hate the illusion of effortlessness that instagram affords us. And (the majority of) people don’t do it on purpose. They’re not doing it to make others feel inferior. It’s only natural that we want to share the good bits with the world. You’re always going to pick a holiday snap over a picture of all the washing you’ve been avoiding for 6 days. But all that it does is perpetuate a system of unfeeling, competitive, self-destructive comparison.

I want people to understand that, whatever they’re feeling, there’s someone else who gets it. I don’t think I can be that person for everyone – there are plenty of things I have no authority on – but I want to create a community that leaves no-one to struggle alone. I want to revolutionise the way we talk about the hard things.

 

What is your favourite design of yours?

Well, that depends on if I’m having to sew it… I love the rebel girl lips, it’s sassy and the finished product looks really cool. Unfortunately it also takes me about 3 hours to complete so it’s definitely a love/hate relationship. My current favourite is the philogynist ‘girls’ loveheart. I’m really into the cursive font and it’s not too tough on my poor fingertips.

 

How important is having your blog as a separate thing to your shop to you?

That’s something that I’m currently learning to adapt to. For the first year of GRLCLB, the shop side of things was driven almost solely by my engagement with my instagram followers. I would write pieces that would strike a chord with people, which would, in turn, lead to them perusing the website, which would often result in a tshirt sale. The more that people have advertised the pieces they receive on their own feeds, the more I’ve received orders from people simply going directly to the site. While this is obviously the way a business grows, it has made the process seem a lot less personal and that’s been something that’s forced me to grow and change too.

The writing is the most important thing for me. My essays are what drives my creative process – often I start with writing a piece about something that’s been on my mind, and that then leads to a new design – so, for me, that’s at the heart of GRLCLB.

 

What are your feelings surrounding the allegations made against ZARA that they were stealing independent artists designs?

It’s been really disheartening. You look at some of the people that have been ripped off – some with 3 or 4 or 10 times as many followers as you – and you wonder if there’s any point in even trying. If they can do it to people who are legitimately established within the creative community, then the act of being an unknown and putting your heart & soul into things that you can’t prevent being stolen, makes you feel very vulnerable indeed. My explore feed on instagram regularly contains posts of people doing things very similar to me – including one girl, also UK based, who started embroidering boobs in the same minimalist style on tshirts almost a year after GRLCLB started. My private messages are full of people who’ve seen rip-offs of my work and wanted to let me know. While I appreciate immensely that there are those looking out for me, it really does bum me out to see it. There are some days it makes me question if what I’m doing is futile – but, then again, if your reason for creating is to produce something that’s 100% original and never been done before and can never be replicated, you’re not going to find any fulfilment or joy from it whatsoever.

 

Give me 5 facts about you, funny, weird, whatever you like that you haven’t already shared with your followers…

Oh jeez. Ok. Let me think.

1. I almost ended up studying medicine. While I was at uni doing psych I decided I wanted to take it further and look at the brain from a medical perspective, so I did A&E placements and took the entry aptitude exam & did surprisingly well, but by the end of my 4th year I decided I needed some time out to ‘find myself’ again. Maybe one day…

2. I have a really irrational repulsion towards teeth. When I was 15 or so, I was clearing out my room and I found a box that rattled. I thought it was jewellery, but it turned out to be full of my baby teeth & the adult ones I’d had removed to make room pre-braces, that my mum had just kept because she ‘felt too bad throwing out’. Perhaps understandably, they now give me the absolute fear.

3. I’m messy. But, like, not a bit messy. A lot of the time when you say that, non-messy people think that you mean messy by their standards and there’s a few clothes lying around. Think more along the lines of: holiday bags that still haven’t been unpacked since 2012. I also found a xylophone I ‘borrowed’ from school to practice for my exams in 2008.

4. When I was 9 or 10, I tried to coerce my friends at school into starting a girlband with me. I called it ‘Wild At Heart’ and made tshirts and a zine and wrote songs. I probably should’ve made sure that they weren’t just humouring me from the outset because by the time I discovered they were I had gotten really fixated on the idea, and then just had to abandon it. I reckon that formed the basis of at least 48% of my teen angst.

5. Wearing socks to bed is essential for both sleep and happiness.

 

And finally, where do you see GRLCLB going over the years? 

I’m trying to make it less labour intensive for me on my own. Whether that means getting other people involved, or not, I’m not sure yet. I just feel like so much of my time is taken up with sewing that I can’t let the brand grow into something that can reach more people. I want to start engaging more ‘real life’ people – the goal of it was to create a safe place for people, so how wonderful would it be if that could be translated into a physical one? I want to concentrate less on the actual physical act of stitching, and more on the ways that GRLCLB can really make a difference. 2017 will see the introduction of more printed products, still with the signature GRLCLB style/sass, but that will save me so much time that can be utilised instead for organising get-togethers, fundraisers, events etc.

Thanks Roobs! 

Go and check her out at http://www.grlclb.com 

Peace and love xox 

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london diaries | 10 things i have learnt since moving here |

I have now lived in London for just over 3 1/2 months. I’ve learnt many things, some of those things I am going to share with you now just because they’re slightly irrational and have made me realise I need to chill out. Seriously.

 

  1. Slow walkers need their own designated snail pace lane to save me from loosing my actual mind. Honestly… how do people genuinely get through live walking at such a slowwwww pace. It baffles me completely. I actually walk around places saying ‘Move… Move… Out my way.. OMG MOVEEEE’. It’s a form of stress relief, quietly shouting at strangers, and I know I’m not the only one. Its a common annoyance.
  2. People think it’s ok to press the stop button on the bus … EVEN IF IT HAS ALREADY BEEN PRESSED. Let me spell this out for you. When one person presses the stop button on the bus, the drive has 100% noted this and will 100% be stopping at the next stop. There is absolutely NO NEED for 3 more people to then press the button. Why do people do this?!?! It’s a new pet peeve of mine and if people don’t stop doing this I will be making posters with the hope of creating a London wide campaign called ‘Stop The Double Bus Stop Button Pressers’ (I’m aware the name needs work). Who’s with me?!
  3. Travel is wayyyyyy moreeeeeee expensive that I had previously thought. I have a separate contactless card that I used to use for travel only – when my parents came to visit before Christmas they brought any letters for me that have been sent to my home address. One was a letter from the bank saying I was overdrawn… Oops. Clearly £100 a month isn’t enough for one person (who btw walks to work) to get around London without running out of money. Clearly not. Tip: if any of you have a rail card and don’t need a travelcard for work or whatever – you can actually attach this to your oyster and it means you get a third off all travel!!! This guy I was seeing told me this and its probs the best thing I took away from our 3 ish weeks dating, soz ha.
  4. London makes you fat. Well, I know I’m not fat but I’m definitely not as toned/slim as I was when I first moved here. Something about this city just drains you of all specific exercise motivation. It, instead, increases your motivation for after work drinks, spending other money, day trips around London and other things that aren’t particularly good for you. I was hoping that the New Year would somehow rejuvenate said motivation but instead I’m ill in bed with a gym membership I haven’t used in 2 months.
  5. Buses are the best invention. The Inbetweeners made people who used the bus ‘wankers’. Well, I’m a Bus Wanker and proud of it!! Let’s list the great things about the bus. It’s cheap. You (nearly) always get a seat. For the nosy people, c’est moi, you can eavesdrop on others conversations super easy. Yes, they’re less frequent than the tubes, but if you’re ever late for something you can just blame the traffic. People actually talk to you on the bus. You actually get to see London and for someone like me, who has no awareness of her surroundings, it’s a good learning curve.
  6. Boys still suck here. I love dating, but London has honestly broken my dating spirit. In the past 3 months I’ve  been stood up, lead on, ignored and groped. Now, I know this happens in all cities but I was kind of hoping that in a city full of attractive men in suits I would at least find one. Trust me… the suits lie. Tinder and Bumble prove more active but I’m so done finding someone synthetically – done done done.
  7. Being a vegan is v v easy here. I have mentioned these restaurants so many times but honestly… there is no excuse NOT to be a vegan if you want to, especially if you live in London. I’ve been so used to ordering chips and side salad (don’t get my wrong, still a gr8 meal) but now I can take my friends to a vegan restaurant and they love it! Times are a’changing folks… get used to it.
  8. The air is different here. (Warning: I mention bogies soon). When I first went back, I was with my brother and he said ‘Can you tell the air is different here’. I then proceeded to take a huge breath in and it honest felt cleaner. (Here it comes) My bogies are also black, a lot of the time. I know that’s gross and I’m sorry but yes, girls also have bogies boys – we also burp and fart – sorry to break any previous speculation you may have had. Anyway – to my initial point, the air is better away from London. So if you actually want to do something with your weekend rather than Netflix your life away, go and breath some fresh air.
  9. I tut far too much. I tut at everything. People, people, mainly people. I think writing this has taught me one more thing…
  10. I’m living in one of the greatest cities in the world and I need to stop moaning. 2 thirds of this list has been negative. Living here has also taught me that I love living here! I love being 22 (23 in a few weeks guys don’t forget), I love living near my best friend, I love that I’ve moved in with strangers and met a new best friend, I love living near my brother, I love my new work pals, I love all the opportunities London can offer me and I love that all I need to do is take life by the balls and bloody grab them.

Over and out xoxo

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Choker schmoker. 

So, some big news this week (apparently) is that ASOS have started selling men’s chokers… OK?

And as per, when something slightly out of the ordinary occurs in the fashion industry the masses invade with their biased opinions and views.

The Metro wrote an article that starts with ‘ASOS is coming for your delicate, fragile, but very, very manly masculinity.’

It then continues to patronise others opinions that have been shared on twitter… with one user saying that they have lost all faith in humanity????!!!

Erm… 

Right. Let’s get this straight. Similar to the view of the Metro journalist… it is just a necklace. It’s a piece of fabric that anyone – man, woman, grandma, cat WHOEVER, should they so please, place around their neck as an accessory due to personal preference.

I continued to read some of the comments left under the Metro post on their Facebook page and another bloke (ironic really) had posted that the choker was acting as a bandage to contain a testosterone leak.. hahahah I mean it’s amazing how creative people’s come backs are becoming. 

This has, apparently, really rattled the male species’ metaphorical, testosterone filled boat.

If a guy wants to wear a choker why, oh why, does threaten his masculinity??

Male rock stars and famous figures have worn jewellery for years and years and years – no one bats an eyelid because they’re famous and it’s a part of their brand, their look. Another Facebook comment has basically said that these are only for gay guys. WHY?!

Someone give me a valid reason why a guy, who’s interested in fashion, shouldn’t wear a choker. Men wear rings, necklaces and earrings already… but because chokers have only ever been marketed to women it’s now causing people to freak out when a brand such as ASOS crosses the ‘line’ that’s been placed there by societies gender guidelines.

I am pleased to see that the Metro article continues to take the piss out of the general consensus this has caused by stating that men’s options on ASOS for chokers are very limited. 12 for men vs. 699 for women. 

But you know what… (and this may shock you)… Men, if you want a choker but can’t find any you like in the specified men’s choker section – delete the ‘mens’ from your search criteria and I promise you’ll find a load more non-gender specific chokers. Now, they may be in the women’s section, but don’t let that stop you. 

If you want a choker, bloody buy one !

Il leave you with the closing words from the Metro too… take note folks.

But really, you could just ignore the labels and search terms, accept that a bit of fabric is the same bit of fabric regardless of who it’s worn by, and enjoy all the possibilities the women’s choker section has to offer.

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Let’s try again – 2000 and whatever

Anyone else feel like they need another Christmas? I don’t go back to work until Thursday and the thought of that is already too much to comprehend right now.

I write this from bed, in my parents house, poorly :(. What are the chances that when I take time off I miraculously end up ill – I would say karmas a bitch but I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve said karma (unless the constant alcohol and junk food consumption over the past 2 weeks counts… then fair enough) 

I haven’t written anything for a while (soz). I’ve wanted to! I’ve had loads of ideas that I’m going to attempt to get at least all started today and then schedule them (see that 2017 organisational bug has clearly infected me also). I also have a  load of other stuff I want to do – so I’m very grateful for a couple of extra days off.

The first of these I have semi-started this morning. 

Freelancing.

I’ve been trawling through google searches trying to work out how to become a successful freelancer and have actually come across a pretty helpful one which suggests ‘Cold-Pitching’. Intrigued? I was… it basically requires you emailing smaller websites who may or may not be completely social media savvy to offer your services.

Now… social media is my second language, not only with my social life but a large chunk of my uni education was focused on how social media can be used to help businesses… I was even a Social Media and Digital Marketint Intern at one point(!)

Over Christmas family friends tend to ask you what you’ve been up to recently and when I tell them I’m a Copywriter they tend to look at me blankly in the hope I continue to explain, which of course I do, probably too much (I mean come on… it’s me)

After my explanation finishes I see I’m quickly losing my audiences attention. So, I therefore continue with my next go-to spiel that consists of ‘it’s just a foot in the door job’ or ‘they’re a great company to work for and work my way up in’ or, my favourite one, ‘I want to be a writer so having my first grad job title as copywriter is pretty alright’.

And it is. I want nothing more than to say that writing is my profession. At the moment it’s my hobby – something I do because I love it that I eventually dream will turn into my career. 

And surely the start of a new year is the best time to engage the butt gears and get moving!

So…

After writing this (and the other posts I want to schedule) I will be applying for the some prestigious grad schemes, signing myself up for freelance job board ad websites things (I promise I know what I’m doing haha) and trying to get this ball rolling on what I call my future career. 

I know I’m just a graduate, but I was talking to an old friend yesterday and I heard myself saying that I didn’t want to lose sight of what I really want to do – now, I know I’m strong willed enough to ensure I keep myself on track… but if I don’t do enough to actually get myself there… well, no one else is gonna do it for me are they? 

(Also, cringe side note – thank you so much to everyone who follows, likes and comments on my post. I absolutely love and appreciate it all and can’t wait for what 2017 holds for this little blog)

Happy New Year xox

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What it means to be a Lady

I wanted to write this post when I saw the title of Lady Gaga’s article she wrote for Harpers Bazaar. I hadn’t even read the piece itself and I knew I’d have a lot to say on this topic. The term lady is defined as either a polite way to refer to a women or a way of describing a women, of title, with a higher social position. But for Lady Gaga, it’s the lady she wants to become that defines it for her – and she takes inspiration and guidance from the closest women to her, her mother and grandmother.

In the past, ladies were respected but talked down to, and looked after but treated as less important and less educated as their male partners. Thankfully, in most areas of the world times have dramatically changed but in some areas they really haven’t.

I still remember when I was travelling in India in 2012 and I was with a male – the waiters never addressed me, they always asked him. But that’s the norm – women in India are too often subjected to abuse, domestic and sexual and just general degrading behaviour from their male family members and husbands. According to an article from the Guardian, more than half of the adolescent girls and boys believe that is it ok and justifiable for a man to beat his wife. These are young adults thinking this! If this type of awful thinking is drilled into a person so young of course they’re going to grow up thinking at least a small part of it is true – as it’s what they’re used and accustomed to It makes me so so sad. The entire article documents many Indian women and their personal struggles and accounts of where they’ve been a recipient of all kinds of abuse from men and their country.

These poor women are never going to be able to discover what it means to be the lady they want to be because their own country won’t allow it. One account from the article describes how a women in the mid 50’s was out walking around 10:30 and policeman stopped her, asked her what she was doing and where he husband was – because obviously its ridiculous to assume a women can’t be out alone enjoying a quiet walk… and its even more ridiculous to assume that her husband actually allowed her out?! She may not have even been married – but again, what a silly assumption to make…

Articles like this baffle me completely as I’ve luckily grown up in a country that doesn’t stand for such sexist behaviour… well most of the normal, nice and open minded people of this country anyway. I’m also lucky enough that I can stand up for my gender and point of view if ever I was put in a situation regarding sexism (without being physically hurt)… and trust me, I would have A LOT to say.

Anyway, side track over… My ‘lady’ opinion and definition isn’t formed yet as my view of a lady is someone who’s got where they want to be in their adult life – for me, mines just starting. I find it amusing whenever I’m walking anywhere and mums with their kids walk past, and I let them go first the mum always says ‘Say thank you to the nice lady’, or ‘Mind the lady’… and I’m there, sniggering to myself, thinking I’m so not a lady yet haha, I’m barely a grown up in my eyes!

I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m still living in a shared house, or that my job is just so much fun it doesn’t really feel like work, or the fact I have have my student overdraft (thank yoouuuuu Santander) but I still don’t feel like a grown up. I still feel young – and I have no idea what needs to ‘change’ for me to suddenly click and feel like a ‘lady’. Maybe nothing, and if I’m honest, I don’t really want anything to change, just progress through the natural occurrences life will eventually throw at me

I just think that with age, you just continue to learn and grow, and view past (bad) decisions as a result of a less mature version of yourself. There’s a reason why parents are always right – it’s because they’ve already lived it and have learnt what the best path is.

It’s good to make mistakes, as that’s what forms you into the person, or in my case ‘lady’ I’ll finally become. Right now, I’m pretty content with how things are panning out and I hope, that when these changes start happening, it’ll be because of choices I’ve made that are full of positive outcomes, and scattered with mistakes – they also tend to make the funniest stories ;)

 

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London diaries | 3 years (ish) of blogging |

WordPress notified me a few days ago that I have been blogging for 3 years… what?! That’s mad. But very appropriate timing I reckon, as recently I’ve been flooded with ideas, so much so I’m pre-writing things and then scheduling them for later on in the week.

I love that I have ideas and that I can just put fingers to keyboard and blurt it all out. People say how easy my writing is to read (thanks hehe) and thats because I literally write as I’d speak. I speak wayyyy to quickly so this is a good way for me to slow it all down and actually get my thoughts and opinions down on paper.

Anyway, in a bid to step away from some of the more serious posts I’ve published recently I thought it would be a giggle to have a look at some of my older posts.

I’ve done over 100 posts and I still remember when I first decided to start this blog. I was sat in my first year room and remember telling Immy (one of my now and then best blonde, she’s gonna love me for saying this, queen bae friend) and she was helping me think of a name.

I wanted to have some kind of reference to my hair colour in there as my ginger hair is something I love about myself. I also, when I first started, wanted it to be a full on fashion blog (little did I know that I’d find myself writing nearly 1000 word posts every week) where I’d show off my outfits and try and gain a huge following.

Oh how wrong I was. I was so obsessed with wanting to be just like any other fashion blog that I focused on just clothes a lot – but then came the internship and LFW and clearly (looking back on my posts) other things inspired me and I’m proud to say my past self quickly veerd away from that image and started writing about a tonne different stuff, go past me!!

… anyway, we came up with auburngirloverdressed. I recently changed this name to ThreadHead Meg, to match my YouTube channel (another venture I really should get back into but would rather write instead). So, who knows, in a year or so I may change it again… we’ll see.

So, my first post was an OOTD (lol) Those of you who follow me on Instagram know I regularly post what I’m wearing, mainly because I think I look damn good and feel like showing it off. But my actual first written post was this…

‘The aim of this is to document my thoughts, what I do and my outfits (on days when I actually think my outfit is worth photographing). Just anything in general I feel is worth sharing with you lovely people! Be kind :)’

I’m actually really glad that my entire writing style and reason for writing this blog has stayed the same – I do document my thoughts and I do share things I feel are worth sharing.

And I’ve come so far since that first post. Firstly, this is the longest I’ve gone where I’ve continually posted a lot. And this is the most traffic I’ve had as well, apart from over fashion week where I was reviewing the collections – something I really want to do again. Think I might look into freelancing for a magazine next season as that will add something slightly different to my portfolio.

I plan on keeping the format of this blog the same – chilled, laid back and a place where I can freely share my ideas about stuff I care about.

Thanks everyone who reads these and leaves me feedback – its gr8 and I love it

Also, if you guys have something to say that you feel like writing down… blog about it! Its fun!

Like this little cutie, this is her first blog and what she has to say is v important, go rubes (Y)

Peace and love xxx

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You, Yourself… and the rest of the internet

Every single time I’m scrolling through Facebook/Instagram or anything that allows others to comment on others content, 9 times out of 10 I see something negative.

There are some truly nasty people out there.

I class myself as a pretty nice person in the sense that I’d never be rude or nasty about another person, to their face of otherwise, unless they’d done something equally as nasty or rude to me first. Fairs fair in that case. But when I see random Instagram accounts leaving comments, mainly on public figures, accounts criticising their bodies, make up, clothes, activity it baffles me how someone can physically be that mean. It’s just cruel!

A lot of people say that these public figures, such as reality stars (who in my opinion receive the most shit) ask for it because they decided to be on a show that would raise their public profile. Right. Let me get this straight… so because someone wanted to better their lives, careers and make a name for themselves that therefore means they deserve to be trolled online for the rest of their social media existence?! It disgusting!

‘They chose to be famous, they’ve asked for the abuse!’… sorry what?! That’s bollocks and very very unfair. They’re still human. Humans with feelings who just happen to have more followers. Well-fucking-done.

Women, unfortunately (but not surprisingly) are the main targets and, as equally unsurprisingly, the abuse is from other women!

In this day and age, when men and women are both fighting for equality and equal pay and many other fairness battles – it just makes me so sad that there are people, women in particular out there, who find pleasure in putting others down… purely because they posted a picture of themselves in a bikini. It has the power to undo all the hard work campaigners have put into gener equality over the years… and the fault mainly lies with other women! Come on girls… stop that.

Freedom of speech comes into play here, but I’m a strong supporter of the phrase:

‘If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’

Because what’s the point? What’s the point in being a nasty bitch for the sake of it. It seriously angers me. I’m a sucker for reality tele and follow a lot of the girls, like Olivia Buckland for example. She, and Kady McDermott both stand up for themselves a lot, which I love/hate.

Part of me is like ‘wooooo go gurrlllll’, because why shouldn’t they defend themselves. But… a reaction is just what these keyboard warriors are after and sometimes it’s best just to rise above the cruelty and get on with it.

I post regularly on insta, but because I’m just a plain-jane human with 500 ish followers, I don’t get abusive comments… so why should someone with thousands of followers be treated any different. By all means have your opinions, but why post it?!

Just keep your mouths shut.

For example, scrolling through Olivia’s pictures and someone’s put:

‘This is so edited!! Look at the shaker bottle and appliance… hardly body inspiration when shes photoshopping her pics’

So she uses protein shakes… ok? They help people gain muscle when used properly. By trying to keep her followers happy she just opens herself up to a whole load of shit thrown at her by jealous girls who, to make themselves feel better, decide to put someone else down.

Jealously is evil, but it’s embedded in all human nature and we all experience it, probably every day. The difference between nice people and nasty people is that nice people just experience it, mull over it in silence or out loud (without using the internet).

Nasty people clearly feel the need to make other people feel as shit as themselves but spreading their nastiness all over the internet. Congrats.

As I said earlier, I love\hate when people react to hate online, but athletes I feel have more than enough right to defend themselves as their bodies are their careers. American Olympian Aly Raisman posted a beautiful picture that is basically a massive middle finger to anyone who’s ever put her down. It’s great, and perfectly justified. Another gymnast had the best comeback to all the trolls with this!

So yeh, slight ranty post today but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and wanted to put it into words haha.

Just be nice to each other gals – we’re great and shouldn’t be mean to each other, its not cool. Empower each other as it can only go up from there!

Peace and love xxx

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