Apologies for not getting back in time to update again yesterday but I had yoga, then pilates, then we went to a fairtrade wheatgrass bar, then I had to come home and apply my afternoon cream, my early evening cream, my evening cream and my night cream.
One thing I've noticed for sure is that all this taking care of yourself takes a bloody long time, how people do it all the time I'll never know. Everything is "Rub in and leave for 40 minutes", there are only so many 40 minutes in the day where you can sit without moving your face.
However, there has been an interesting development, since I started this experiment I have come into some money.. twice and I've been asked to attend a selection test for a job with much better pay and prospects, so maybe it's all worth it after all.
Other things have happend too, I've started to appreciate Eddie Izzard and the benefits of a tidy kitchen. It turns out I don't mind gay men so much, as long as they don't touch me and I feel less inclined to hang myself whenever Gok Wan is on tv.
This isn't to say the experience has got any easier, warehouse work and hand cream don't mix and avoiding additives in my food is proving near impossible on the budget I have and weirdly while I figured that would be the area I would expect to see the most improvement, I feel no better. I may just go out and drink a whole 24 pack of coca-cola now, Id least then I'd have some energy.
I've been moving so slowly, people have started thinking I've had an aneurysm, no wonder the cavaliers lost to the roundheads, their limp wristed swordsmanship was a recipe for disaster and silken cloth and a fancy hat, while the height of style, don't quite off the same protection as say, armour might.
The metro movement is no use for so many important tasks, but luckily we live in the modern age where appearance is everything and I feel I could just win this challenge.
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Sunday, 6 July 2008
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
How to look good emaciated on an operating table.
For those of you who want to know, I feel much better today, after showing into work looking like a tramp with early onset Parkinson's Disease and smelling like a Brewery laundry basket.
Today, what really gets my goat is.. Fashion.
Well Fashion, vanity and the systematic abuse of people's insecurities. Mrs. Hardcore has become a bit partial to enjoying "How to Look Good Naked" presented by a Mr. Gok Wan. Frankly, this show is acceptable to me, from what little I see its all about making people feel better about themselves with just a few small changes. However, Mr. Wan is currently on holiday or something and last night I had to endure "10 years younger" - a "style" show in the very loosest sense of the word. This show made me sick to the very pit of my stomach.
Described by its frankly horrific host as "Not afraid to go under the knife!". Lovely.
The problem with this is that even if you take aside the fact that 99.9% of the target audience are insecure enough to attempt to emulate the massive amount of unnessacery surgery shown in the show despite being unable to afford it, advising people, en masse, in a very general sense to have massively intrusive surgery in order to conform with what they describe as beauty at that particular moment is grossly irresponsible.
I dislike bouncers, I don't use this blog however, to encourage you to go out and scalp one of the bastards.
Basically, we start with a woman who is deemed to have "let herself go a bit" by a group of snobs, bitchy friends and rich "fashionistas". I'll concede at this point that the lady in last nights show was dog rough, but this is beside the point. The unfortuante lady is then humiliated and insulted on national TV until she concedes that she is so hideous, surgery is the only way she can be let out of the house again without a bag on her head.
In my opinion, the only area she needed ANY surgery of any description, was her pearly whites. A new set of teeth, at a push, would have made a marked improvement.
After 10 weeks of expensive and unnessacery surgery, she is then encouraged to spend far more than she can afford on truly expensive clothing then a fat man with unlikely eyebrows insulted her some more and cut her hair a bit. Then she is revealed, looking truly amazing in many opinions.
Let me put it to you like this. I, like most men, like real women. We're talking natural, girl-next-door, bump into on the street normal types. I can't stand glamour models and airbrushed pictures just don't do it for me. Perfect is unattainable for most and is therefore unattractive.
I'm flawed, and I'm happy. I was once offered surgery on my ears in high school because they stick out at a bizarre angle, I refused. Now, I can almost hear you now [with my massive fucking ears] saying; "well, she did look good afterward" and "It's about feeling good about yourself" and I see your point, but you're wrong.
Yes, it worked ok for her, but it was painful and far out of her price range had the show not paid. It isn't the solution for everyone and showing it off as this cure-all is pretty fucking awful. Looking good is great for you're self-esteem, and thats fantastic, we all know I'm a big believer in self-esteem.
I feel sorry for people who can't learn to love themselves, but many of these people worry needlessly and are perfectly normal, even very good looking in some cases and these people, their shows and magazines ruin self-image worldwide. It has to stop, because they are getting rich off making you feel bad. How can a pair of shoes look great one week and crap the next? it makes no sense.
Looking back over this (I often re-read my blogs 5 or 6 times before posting), it has not come out how I had hoped, but the issue makes me so angry I can't seem to organise my thoughts without digressing off in different tangents every four or five words. I do truly hope my message gets through though.
Why suffer like that when that lovely Mr. Wan can make you look just as good and feel great and cry a bit, for far less cash and stress? Any opinions that conflict with mine on this issue will be duly ignored and the person in question will be kicked to death.
That is all.
Today, what really gets my goat is.. Fashion.
Well Fashion, vanity and the systematic abuse of people's insecurities. Mrs. Hardcore has become a bit partial to enjoying "How to Look Good Naked" presented by a Mr. Gok Wan. Frankly, this show is acceptable to me, from what little I see its all about making people feel better about themselves with just a few small changes. However, Mr. Wan is currently on holiday or something and last night I had to endure "10 years younger" - a "style" show in the very loosest sense of the word. This show made me sick to the very pit of my stomach.
Described by its frankly horrific host as "Not afraid to go under the knife!". Lovely.
The problem with this is that even if you take aside the fact that 99.9% of the target audience are insecure enough to attempt to emulate the massive amount of unnessacery surgery shown in the show despite being unable to afford it, advising people, en masse, in a very general sense to have massively intrusive surgery in order to conform with what they describe as beauty at that particular moment is grossly irresponsible.
I dislike bouncers, I don't use this blog however, to encourage you to go out and scalp one of the bastards.
Basically, we start with a woman who is deemed to have "let herself go a bit" by a group of snobs, bitchy friends and rich "fashionistas". I'll concede at this point that the lady in last nights show was dog rough, but this is beside the point. The unfortuante lady is then humiliated and insulted on national TV until she concedes that she is so hideous, surgery is the only way she can be let out of the house again without a bag on her head.
In my opinion, the only area she needed ANY surgery of any description, was her pearly whites. A new set of teeth, at a push, would have made a marked improvement.
After 10 weeks of expensive and unnessacery surgery, she is then encouraged to spend far more than she can afford on truly expensive clothing then a fat man with unlikely eyebrows insulted her some more and cut her hair a bit. Then she is revealed, looking truly amazing in many opinions.
Let me put it to you like this. I, like most men, like real women. We're talking natural, girl-next-door, bump into on the street normal types. I can't stand glamour models and airbrushed pictures just don't do it for me. Perfect is unattainable for most and is therefore unattractive.
I'm flawed, and I'm happy. I was once offered surgery on my ears in high school because they stick out at a bizarre angle, I refused. Now, I can almost hear you now [with my massive fucking ears] saying; "well, she did look good afterward" and "It's about feeling good about yourself" and I see your point, but you're wrong.
Yes, it worked ok for her, but it was painful and far out of her price range had the show not paid. It isn't the solution for everyone and showing it off as this cure-all is pretty fucking awful. Looking good is great for you're self-esteem, and thats fantastic, we all know I'm a big believer in self-esteem.
I feel sorry for people who can't learn to love themselves, but many of these people worry needlessly and are perfectly normal, even very good looking in some cases and these people, their shows and magazines ruin self-image worldwide. It has to stop, because they are getting rich off making you feel bad. How can a pair of shoes look great one week and crap the next? it makes no sense.
Looking back over this (I often re-read my blogs 5 or 6 times before posting), it has not come out how I had hoped, but the issue makes me so angry I can't seem to organise my thoughts without digressing off in different tangents every four or five words. I do truly hope my message gets through though.
Why suffer like that when that lovely Mr. Wan can make you look just as good and feel great and cry a bit, for far less cash and stress? Any opinions that conflict with mine on this issue will be duly ignored and the person in question will be kicked to death.
That is all.
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