Rolling in the DEEP

The other day I saw this;  

  

This twenty two year old woman has made a bold choice to love herself, and is not going to sacrifice her desire for food/folly to form a figure of a “modern” artist/actress/woman is “suppose” to shape into.

First instinct is bravo!

Yes, here is a woman, in woman’s shape, with a woman’s mind, living without apology.

 
Adele is trying to make the point that her physical body has nothing to do with one’s intellectual, musical, artistic, etc. talents.
 
YES! So true. Who you are can never be limited to a size in a pair of jeans. Nor is the essence of your being best showcased by being able to count your ribs thru your t-shirt.

Good for her, and frankly f everyone else. Get her a glass a wine and a doughnut.

Then, after some thought- two things occurred to me.

First. Shut up, everyone.

Whatever her classy, crass remark said- underneath it she doesn’t want to talk about her body.

I have to admit that I truly resent how her body is treated.

Every musical performance, every music video, and every photograph asks her to play the polite game, that a pregnant woman on a TV shows are asked to play.

The “hide it” game.

“Hide it behind the counter”

“Hide it with her sitting down”

“Hide it with a pumpkin costume in July”

Hide it. The “it” of course refers to the space from her collar bones, to her tip toes- or her body.

 
Rolling in the Deep is an intense song, with a beautiful music video. However I can’t image anyone saying to a director…
 
“You know who I really want to look like, like a modern spin on Whistler’s Mother. But please, make sure there’s someone fit to dance around to keep everyone’s interest.”
 
There was a decision made, and perhaps Adele was a part of it-where they thought it was best she just sat down, and submit to the hide it.

Every time she is asked to hide it, and she does. While others are asked to flaunt it, and they do…it changes culture. As someone who lives, ever proudly in my shape, I can’t help but here the echo of those voices coaxing me to also “hide it.”

At the same time, other women who posses a small frame are only heard in a string bikini.

Which is just stupid…this leads me to my next thought.

No one likes adhering to a healthy diet, or carving out an extra 45 minutes a day for exercise. However, these are things that healthy people have to do. In the same way people don’t like to wipe butts, you have to it-in order to be a function human society member.

Smoking is unhealthy.
Drinking is unhealthy.
Bad eating habits are unhealthy.
Lack of exercise is unhealthy.

Adele struggles with these things. She may have given up, she may have struck a balance that works for her, whatever it is- it is none of our business. Adele’s body is not what she is looking to share. Adele’s talents are- and that’s what we should be talking about.

 
Let’s celebrate someone who doesn’t exactly fit the model role that has dominated the lime light for sometime. Let’s not all rush to limit her to being “the fat girl that has a pretty face, and nice singing voice.”
 
Adele is trying to make the point that her physical body has nothing to do with one’s intellectual, musical, artistic, etc. talents.
 
Forgive and forget everyone.

Get her out from behind that friggin' piano, and let’s embrace her for all of her-even the parts we can’t fix with air brushing.

Also, everyone relax on women of all shapes.

We are all struggling to love ourselves. No one is devoid of flaw, or fat.

Just be you.

Now go get a glass a wine and a doughnut. It’s fat Tuesday somewhere.

I’m afraid of living a lone, not dying as such.

 Being single is terrifying.

In the same way that being unemployed is terrifying.

Of course, being with someone or being employed holds the same amount of uncertainty for most people I think. If we do play by the rules of a bird in the hand, having someone/something gives us better company; or at least a greater comfort.

As a single person, I date. Dating can be incredible, and also devastating.

There are always those who you cannot wait to see again, and never hear from. As well as those who you regret ever agreeing to see, who want to spend the rest of their lives with you. You wear both shoes.

We’re all thrilled by acceptance. Acceptance feels good, better than anything. It seems to feel the best…well, that is a preference of sound isn’t it. I think it’s very important to make sure we are acting for our own satisfaction, is not self destructive.

We’re all afraid of rejection. Rejection hurts, worse than anything. It seems to hurt much worse when it is an echoing chasm of silence. I think it’s ever important. When we are rejected we are tested to fully accept, and defend ourselves.

 

I have been very lucky to have had as many romantic moments in my life; I have even been in love, which is not a truth all lives share. This doesn’t mean that I’m not afraid that I will not find “the one.”

This isn’t a cry for support.

I fully understand that I am capable of attracting and participating in a relationship. What I am saying is I have to surrender, and see what the universe brings to me. 

It’s scary to accept though, the full surrender.

As I surrender to the universe. I can’t make my love story happen, I have to let it. In the interim I also have to take my rejection, acceptance, and share the two when appropriate. I also need to cry some, and relax more.

I’m not afraid of dying a lone, because that is how we all die. 

I just hope I have the chance to share my life with someone I can eat ice cream and fart in bed with. Of course it's more than that....but this whole blog can't be so serious.

Bites.

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows -A Review

Here it is. It's worth seeing; and super fun. RDJ, and Law are hilarious together. Visually stunning, extremely thoughtful character nudity choices, and a film that sort runs off of fore shadowing.

As in the first one, they struggle with the relevance of the female characters, but who cares. As long as we see the playful banter between RDJ and Law.

Also, The team who created the lush world of the Game of Shadows need a big fat THANK YOU card from the steam punk community.

See it in the theater a bigger impact is worth it every penny!

Swag.

You got swag. thank you Leon Niewot’s 11th graders

Swag is not something you can purchase, or a club you can belong to. It’s something you are.

Sure, that might be silly to say. Queue whatever after school special song needs to play in the background whilst you read this to feel okay about yourself. 

It’s true. Anyone who hires a swagger coach, or yearns for swag like Jagger will find mild success until they tap in the natural fountain of natural jive inside themselves. 

 

You cannot buy yourself- you already have it.

Sure, it sounds cheesy but it’s true. You’ve got swag. I’m not going to make you walk all the way to Emerald city to find out all you need to do is look inside yourself, and click your heels thrice. 

Making an investment in your positive qualities will not only heighten them but also expand them. 

Although, sometimes it might seem pretentious when yoga enthusiast call what they do a practice, but it is an implication that though we are performing a series of tasks they will not be done perfectly, but as a part of a greater continued work.

Practice does not make perfect, it leads to a more confident, qualified, or generally more enjoyed state of living to be shared.

On the other hand if you allow yourself to root into the negative parts of yourself, just take a look at what happened to Lindsey Lohan. 

You can not ignore your weaknesses, or faults. They are apart of you, a very real part of you. However, don’t flounder within them because you allow them to be a flourish in your life. Own up to ‘em, and let ‘em be what they are.

Statment vs Statement

I hate it.

 

I do. I hate it. 

It's cold, wet, and sometimes dangerous. 

Nothing is less satisfying than stepping out into a new day and instantly wanting to start over by getting back into bed.

Nothing is more devastating than when you come inside from the cold, slide off your shoes, only to have the frigid embrace of wet denim on your ankles.

Of course no one....wants to drive after a terrible snow storm.

That is just three of the many reasons why I hate WINTER.

The only thing I hate more than the subzero temperatures of the season, is the moronic follow up to my statement of hate.

It gingerly rolls of the others tongue..."You do know you live in Michigan?"

REALLY? I live in Michigan? You don't say! 

Of course I know I live in Michigan. Because I have lived here every second of the 25 years of life.

I know we winters, long, grey, bleak, cold, 4-5 month long winters.

And I hate every second of that time. 
Well, not every second. The parts that happen after New Years...cause the magic of Christmas is over, and that's when it gets really bad. 

It's bitter terrible grey mass of cold wet punishment.

My point is. Being able to voice my disdain for the time terrible weather is the only way to ease the tension in my heart to let me make it through to my sweet salvation of the other three seasons of the year.  

Pointing out my location isn't making it warmer, not even with your breath. You're just putting salt into the wound. 

Don't make me feel like an idiot because I might not know where my geographic location. I know where I live. I know what happens here. I am not confused about it. I'm just mad sometimes.

Fair warning world, I tell you how I feel and you respond with my location- You're getting verbally abused with silence until spring.

Just so you know.

450 reasons why you should never get piercings around/about your mouth

5 reason summary

It is rare that I speak against people’s personal choices. My general rule of thumb is as long as you aren’t hurting others, or yourself go for it. That’s not to say that I am not open to giving suggestions.

I suggest that no one ever get facial piercings; especially ones around the mouth area.

I can think of at least 450 reasons not to get them. For the sake of time, and maintaining your interest I’d like to share my top 5.

5- You look horny- constantly.

When someone click clacks their tongue ring against their teeth, or melds their lips around their low lip ring it makes me think they want someone’s "something" to put in some face time with them.

Even if that isn’t your intention. I have heard people say they play with their piercings when they are thinking. Be aware, outsiders are less concerned with what is going on in your head, and more concerned with how give it.

Those who say they are horny constantly are lying…because even the most deviant of sexual beings just want 5 minutes of something else. Sometimes you just want a turkey sandwich.

4- They are incredibly distracting.

Anytime I’ve had a conversation with someone with a Monroe, snake bites, or tongue ring- contact is simply not going to happen. Perhaps it’s my minute ADD that can’t help but fixate on the shiny, or it might just be the fact that I’m trying to figure out if they’re coming on to me.

Either way my fixation keeps me from keeping up in the conversation, or paying attention to the speaker.

3- Someday you will (might) regret them

Hopefully, you will not be filled with teenage angst forever. Most people free themselves post 19 when they really begin to explore themselves to find out who they really are.

Those who get pierced in their early twenties, hopefully you will not be filled with pre-quarter life crisis forever. Most people free themselves post 25 when they really settle into who they and stop trying to find someone new to be.

Those who get pierced after 25, hopefully your band will be as successful as you assume it to be. Or your job at the tattoo parlor will work out. If neither of those are the case, take the fifty bucks you would’ve spent to buy some grown up pants and start attacking your life for all your worth.

Just as you out grew your baby clothes, My Little Ponies, regular Nickelodeon programming, and other kid stuff this might just be a phase in your life. A phase that can leave scars, scars that are just as distracting as the pieces of metal that once occupied the space.

2- You’re unique, not an accessory.

If you’re getting pierced to stand out as the unique being you truly are, I can only see that you’re working against yourself.

Nothing says “I’m just like everyone else” by having something semi-permanently linked to you in the same places as thousands of people.

Don’t use accessories to set yourself apart. If external elements dictate or articulate the core of who you are…who are you really?

A piece of $20 jewelry?

Your uniqueness is described best by who you are, what you do, and how you do them.

1- Scars look like zit scars.

…or worse.

So, those are my top 5 reasons to not get mouth piercings. They’re more suggestions really, and I stand by the idea as long as you are not hurting yourself/others I’m all good.

Just think about it.