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Friday, 1 November 2013

Pookie face...


There’s this chick I occasionally have to ring in line with the current job I’m working at. I ring her to say this car or that is ready for pick up. Her response? Thanks sweetie, possum, gorgeous girl, princess lovely. Nah, she’s never met me. She’s one of those gaggable women. Patronizing with a capital P for prissy and perfect and ponce-head. I’ve sussed her out. My normal response would be to advise her to stop the sweetie-baby-doll-pookie-face-language. Stop it now. With her? No point. She sees herself as a cute kewpie doll everyone loves. The shut-the-fuck-up strategy would just bounce off the aura of fakeness she hides behind. She sees people as things and not individuals and in many ways it’s pretty sad. Telling her she’s a patronizing sod is a waste of my time and I feel sorry for her as she’ll never get to know anyone for who they really are. So, my plan is to pookie-face-baby-doll-gorgeous-sweetie-darling her back until she vomits. It's only fair.


Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Just so wrong...

I saw this when I was out shopping today. How is this trashy bag hot and why on earth would any real woman aspire to be like her? Sucked, tucked, filled, pumped and nipped? How is that hot? And that she is advertising diet products? Just so wrong...

Sunday, 4 December 2011

The Bachelor...



It’s Sunday in Oz and that means at around 4:30pm-ish I down tools and slump in front of the TV and watch The Bachelor. Those of you who have no idea what that is probably means you have way more brain cells than me. Basically, it’s a Yankee show that features one man – ipso facto the Bachelor – and then a bunch of highly made up and generally silicon city women – meow – who all vie for his attentions supposedly in the name of true love and or a contract on Dancing with the Stars or something similar when they fall out of TV-land reality love. So from 20-something women they dwindle down to the last 4 who all proclaim love for this man they have spent maybe a hour with on a ‘one-on-one’ date while all being ‘very close’ to their fellow competitors in the race to TV love.

Why do I watch it? I think I like the schlock value of it most. I like the dramatic angst ridden ‘I love him the most’ moments, the crying, the catty looks and the carefully hidden behind a thin layer of snide remarks they make to each other. The one I’m watching at the moment is from 2009 and it features a bloke called Jason. I already Googled to see who he ended up with and the cliff hanger-gasp-shock-horror-he did-what-to-her-moment-we-all-hate-him-oh-wait-maybe-he-does-love-the-runner-up-isn’t-that-sweet-do-you-think-her-boobs-are-fake drama of it all. Love as defined by television – ain’t it gloriously plastic?

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Fake awesomeness…


I was over at the Ellora's Cave site reading some reader reviews I was emailed about by X for several newish releases. I’ve had some pukeable reader reviews there and that’s okay. I’ve put them on the blog in the past. I’m a great believer in giving an opinion. It’s up to you as an individual to accept what another says or move on. Clearly there are many writers who do not accept opinion. I have to wonder if your book is deemed to suck by genuine readers who paid money for it is it going to make any damn difference how many writer friends go in on the EC site and say the book was 5 star and ‘awesome’ to the 1 and 2 star ‘you suck’ reviews. Oh sure, you may get a few more readers buying the book after the false balancing up of negative to positive reviews but doesn’t this also mean that those who were undecided about an author may buy a book, based on fake awesomeness and then think ‘what a gyp! This book does suck. I will never read Hotsy R Totsy’s books again.' It’s not an honest way to do business is it?

*gyp = rip-off

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