Where have all the real women gone? February 14, 2008

Looking through a copy of any womens magazine you can’t help but wonder who decided that it was attractive or even normal for a grown woman to have the body of a 12 year old. It’s unhealthy, it’s perverse and it’s just wrong!

Women must compete to be accepted in society as being equally intelleigent and strong as their male counterparts. It is unfair that success is somehow not acceptable unless a woman allows herself to be defined by physical appearance. This has always been the case but recently it seems that the attitde to the female form is the slimmer the better.

I have made a conscious decision not to allow myself to be dictated to, especially when it comes to the way I look. Women look the way we do for a reason. We are born with 10% more body fat than men so for a woman to have a square formless figure is fighting nature. Curves are natural.

There’s plenty of celebrities who are happy with their curves but because the skinniest gt the column inches I can’t help but feel the average woman is really getting a raw deal from the magazines who claim to be n her side. No one wants to look at Natasha Beddingfields chest bones so please stop showing us. These magazines also have a fairly warped idea of what curvy really is. I once saw Meb B described as a curvy size 10. Having enormous fake boobs does not mean that a woman is curvy. It means she has…well…enormous fake boobs with very little to hold them on.

Head Shops February 3, 2008

 

Drugs aren’t exactly hard to find these days. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who knows someone and so on. This is why drug use is so common in Ireland. But did you know that there is a wide range of legal drugs available to buy over the counter in Dublin? And I don’t mean your Saturday night bottle of Calpol. The Head Shop in temple bar sells a whole range of herbal stimulants, hallucinogens and psychotropic drugs such as milder equivalents of acid in the form of Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds or herbal ecstasy. They even have a MySpace page to advertise the “legal high” they provide. The drugs are relatively cheap as well. For about €10 you could forget your entire weekend and potentially cause yourself long term damage, a steal.

Herbal drugs are a growing trend in Dublin and not only are they just as potent as chemical drugs they are perfectly legal too. The drugs are natural alternatives to stronger illegal drugs. They contain no additives or chemicals which are common in other drugs mainly because producers add ingredients to weight them down (rat poison, broken glass etc, everything the growing body needs).

In theory they are a safe alternative to chemical drugs, but in reality they are just as dangerous as illegal drugs. Many of the natural ingredients are harmful including enormous quantities of caffeine which even the staff in the Head Store warned has cause heart palpitations among users.

The danger with these drugs is the same as with chemical drugs; the person tripping may cause the same damage to themselves that they would on a chemically produced trip like how people who take acid have been known to harm and mutilate themselves under its influence.

Website erowid.org lists all available drugs including legal “smart drugs” that are supposed to increase brain capacity and learning ability, just think Carol Vorderman on speed. The website includes a list of people’s experiences both good and bad and provides adequate warnings. The general idea is that if you’re going to do something stupid like take drugs, you should at least try and be smart about it.

 

My Woodies Adventure February 1, 2008

The “I am not a Smug Twat” bag is an imitation of

the wildly popular “I am not a plastic bag”

tote bag that became a huge fashion trend in 2007

There’s nothing like a Sunday afternoon walking around Woodies looking for furniture. I didn’t find what I was looking for in there in case you were wondering but I did find something else. An alarming sub culture perpetuating the downfall of Irish society. We’ve all heard of yuppies (young urban professionals), but what I saw in Woodies that day was so horrifying and so nauseating I can barely bring myself to share it with you. Super Yuppies (since I like inventing words so much I’m going to call them Suppies)!

That’s right folks, yuppies just got yuppier. It takes a special kind of person to get out of bed on a rainy Sunday afternoon, put on a suit and black shoes or in the female suppie’s case a pair of office trousers and pointy stiletos and walk around Woodies looking for light switches.

Who did they think they were going to run into up there? Or did they think they were going to get called into work at any minute to do some emergency filing?

Why can people not relax anymore? I want to see some jeans, I demand tracksuits (within reason) and no more uncomfortable shoes because you’re not impressing anyone!