15 December 2014

Dix Jours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For all you English readers, that translates as "TEN DAYS! (LOTS MORE EXCLAMATION MARKS)!"

Please say you know what I'm saying it's ten days until. I think it's been creeping around your local supermarket since mid-October. Associated with cold, and yet also warmth of fires and overheating sparkly lights. Yes that's right - incase you're one of the lucky ones who has hidden under a hugely comfortable rock for the past few months, it's Christmas in ten days. Well HO-HO MERRY CHEER AND BEER TO ALL (please drink responsibly, & you under 18s are treated to Shloer & J2Os this time of year, both of which are flipping delicious and expensive so think yourselves lucky)

you, too, could become..this
I'm back for the holidays now and I'd like to say that the weather is better but I think we can all agree that England is on the way to becoming a massive icicle. Not realistically (global warming etc) but it's trying its best. Like all the camels in the nativities this year who had secretly striven for the role of Joseph or Mary. (Information to the camels: your roles are much cooler and original. Work it. Mix it up with a scarf. But...they're a desert animal...what camels wear scarves? Answer: YOUR CAMEL.)

For all those resting from lives with jobs/school/busy schedules/haunting daunting assignments, we (as a global Christmas collective pronoun) invite you to chill. Chill out your burnt-out over-worked minds and bodies with a warm fire/radiator/hot-water-bottle/mug-of-something/blanket. Think about absolutely nothing, even if that's just for an hour or two. Watch abominably crappy festive television and accept that it's Christmas so nobody is going to judge you - after all, it's on so someone might as well look at it. Go ambling in the busy frantic streets (wait for it) of your village/town/city and remember that YOU, Madam/Sir, are as cool as a cucumber wearing antlers; relax in the knowledge of your state of 'chill'.

Ciao for now,

Rhiannon x

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02 December 2014

gimme a D gimme a U gimme a N C E


I really didn't think uni work would be this hard.

That is pretty much all I have to say right now. Sad face.


I hope I'm not alone in saying this but, well, I used to feel pretty smart. Now I feel like a bag of potatoes with a Dunce hat on. Like a MASSIVE Dunce hat. With the letter 'D' drawn so well into the hat that the ink has become part of its hat skin. The ink particles have invaded the realms of the hat skin particles and been like "Hey hat skin particles, can we hang" and the hat skin particles have been like "Sure thang" and then they've all done a little community dance and have now become one another within the Dunce hat.


Is it bad that I feel more intelligent after writing that. Even though it makes no sense whatsoever and none of it is real.


I am staring at my potential essay titles for January and trying to decide which one would most make me come across as not-dumb.


Just reading the potential essay titles makes me feel like a whole Dunce truck of potatoes. Fearing endless Dunce object/metaphor cycle.

19 November 2014

We should all just embrace our inner Sansa

I begin this eloquent text with some excuses.

Things that have been preventing me from posting:
  • Grammar exercises
  • Ridiculously wordy reviews of essays that I need to read, question, and create a magnificently crazy-brainy analysis of within an eye-wateringly-short time-period
  • Custard Creams
  • My memory
Week 7 has arrived. With it's unforgiving purple claws and daunting workload. I lie - it's pretty much the same as every other week I've been through apart from it means that there's only 3 more full weeks of 1st semester! HOLY CHEESEBALLS.

Having handed in a review this morning, I felt relieved.

That was until I arrived at my seminar and we were reminded of our essay titles with the advice "to start thinking about it". "Thinking", as it was put, does not mean the kind of thinking where you wonder what to have for breakfast. Coco Pops, Weetabix, Toast, Yoghurt or Muesli for you sophisticated types. It does not mean the kind of thinking where you decide what to wear today, if you even make that decision. Sometimes your body just decides to hold up some clothes and wriggle into them and then at approximately 6pm you realise you've been unwillingly displaying your hems and labels for all to see. A moment where we should all just embrace our inner Sansa.

Learnt some rules of Chinese Grammar today. Chinese and English are so different it doesn't even make me cry. It can't. I can't cry because Chinese is so difficult the difficulty vapour spreads to my eyes and then my eyes are like "It's so tricky but I can't cry because crying is tricky HELP ME OH LORD OF TEARS"

Also learnt about Ecofeminism and why it's good and why it's bad.

What I'm learning about literary subjects is that nothing is ever black and white - there are Goods and Bads (extreme high-quality tip-top academic terms, I know) to everything and you can't just get away with using simple words because it will, quite frankly, NOT be good enough. Want to explain something in less than 100 words because you've got a strict word count? WELL IT SUCKS TO BE YOU MY ACADEMIC FRIEND BECAUSE WITHIN THIS PARAGRAPH YOU MUST ANALYSE ENTERPRITYSE MUTUALYSE PARAPHRASIPITYSE QUOTATYSE AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST EVALUATITYSE THIS PIECE OF WORDING ALL TO SIMPLY PASSITYSE YOUR CURRENT YEAR OF DEGREE

In other areas of my immediate life, we're off to see (the wizard) the Late Screening *oooooh* of Mockingjay, the 3rd Hunger Games film, tomorrow night/Thursday morning. I am going to have to have a nap tomorrow because the film finishes at half past 2 in the morn. Not ideal for my 10am start but thereyago. I haven't read the books, I admit, and that probably makes me 'not a true fan' or whatever but my response to that is that of Sansa above. I really enjoyed the films that are already out, 1 & 2. Yes, I did use numbers because I cannot remember the names. What's important from this little ramble is that they were good and that promises me good-ness from the next film so I've chosen to invest in a ticket of cinema for it.

In addition, I have eaten all my Custard Creams.

Also, a tip for life is that if you're tired and you're near your bed, just go to sleep. Working can be saved until morning. I am at this very moment showing you an example of this irresponsibility but I think it's okay because this blogging isn't work. This is me every time I blog. Minus the "this is good". Just the dance bit:

Thanks goes to Nick Miller
Rhiannon x
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30 October 2014

The Pros and Cons of taking Gender and Women Studies

As some of you may know, I'm studying 'Gender and Women Studies' as a minor subject at university. I use the term 'Gender Studies', when talking about what I study, as I'm aware that people will judge me for doing Women Studies, which is pretty bad of me. In fact, I'm going to permanently adopt the 'Gender and Women Studies' title for it. This minor thing leads onto a con argument - I have sadly learnt that people of today (and even years and years ago) don't honestly think that women are oppressed. I can tell you from my studies that the things women go through - maybe not in this country or obviously visible - are pretty bad. Awful, in fact. Of course that ranges from place to place, depending on where we're talking about and how culture and treatment of women has improved, or not improved, there.

I recently got involved in an on-line comment argument. The comment section was below a video of a girl walking down a pavement in New York City back and forth for 10 hours - an experiment to see how many times the girl was harassed by men also on the street. Many people (all men, that I could see) commented with words like "take the f**ing compliment", "you should be grateful", "it's only because she's beautiful, it's her fault" and "how is saying hello and how are you harassment?!?!" The fact is that this woman did not provoke or invite any of this attention. Some men in the video commented on her figure and what she had on the back of her jeans, saying "Dayum". I basically lit up inside in a bad way, like an angry fire with a good amount of coal. I replied to one of these guy's comments, telling them that it IS harassment, since harassment is unwanted and disturbs someone (the exact definition of harassment that this guy used to defend his own argument...!)

In reply, I got called "lil princess" and "a sexist little bigot", and was told that following me 90,000 miles down a public highway was anyone's right, so the guy in the video stalking the woman for 5 minutes, staring at her and making her feel uncomfortable was absolutely fine. I also got told by this man that the woman in the video in question was wanting the man to stay by "keeping up with his pace". She did not acknowledge him in any way and did not invite this attention. I wouldn't have watched this video if I hadn't enrolled on my course, and yet it has made me even more angry to see people viewing evidential videos in this negative way - the exact behaviour that it is trying to stop: men thinking that women should tolerate this and deal with it 'because they are women'. No-one should have to deal with this, full stop.

A benefit of studying GWS (positive light...SCHWOOM) is that I've discovered a lot of like-minded people, who feel similarly to me, and I've also benefited from other views. The fact is that Feminism is not one thing. Not even two. There are many many different views taken by feminists, many different kinds of feminists, and many feminists who don't call themselves 'feminists' because they're scared of the word's connotations. Connotations which have come about through social prejudice and myths. I got asked the other day, "So are you a feminist then?", like it is something you decide to be and have to have extreme views for. The interesting thing is that before I came to university, I didn't call myself a feminist. I too believed that feminism was some thing crazy powerful women believed in and argued about and aggressively waved lots of banners for.

My view now after being actually EDUCATED about this is that a feminist is someone who believes that men and women should have the same rights, equal opportunities and equal treatment in society.

Just because there have been radical feminists in the past doesn't mean someone is going to 'get you' if you call yourself a feminist. We should all call ourselves feminists for the sake of womankind. The reason why 'humanist' has less effect is that it is not acknowledging the dominant oppression towards women. Most of the people reading this will be from a relatively balanced environment in terms of gender. Of course, if you look closely, it's really not! But in comparison with countries like, let's say, in the Middle East, we are way way ahead in the fight for equality. In certain countries, women aren't allowed to DRIVE because it isn't their 'role in society'. How flipping crazy is that. And who decides these roles? Who thinks they are so good and mighty that they can force women to have less freedom and ability to earn money than men?

I've also had my eyes opened to the way gender is portrayed in certain TV shows, and popular culture, especially within the media (magazines, for example). Why are women constantly told "the 10 best products for glowing summer skin" or "exercises for flat abs"? Those things don't exist in male magazines or on adverts for men's products... The thing is I always feel like I need to buy these products to feel better about myself and do the best I can do for my body, when we shouldn't really be pressured to buy anything like this. We need less product advertising and more positive articles because teen readers are highly impressionable. I should know - I've bought a ridiculous amount of things in my time that I saw in Glamour and Cosmopolitan, including make-up, under the impression that it'll get me both more accepted by my female friends and more liked by guys. When really, the only person that gives a toss about what you put on your face is YOU. If you like wearing certain things, I say go ahead and wear them. Today I wore my favourite gold shirt that people say looks like tin foil but I don't care because I love it. If you don't like wearing certain things, don't wear them. As I once read, 'the world is going to judge you no matter what so live your life the way you f***ing want to'. With exceptions of harmful things to others of course. (Swearing also isn't really necessary here, but I think people think it's necessary to use it - it grabs attention. We kinda need to address how unnecessary it is to worry about what others will think of your appearance. If we all didn't care, our mornings would be so much easier).

Do you call yourself a feminist? I'd be interested to know, oh dear reader, what your answer is to this question and why.

This subject is something I feel very strongly about now. My final point I need to make is this: if anyone criticises Women Studies as a course I will personally metaphorically kick them in the butt. They will receive many Howlers (in Mrs Weasley's angry voice). It is not a 'dossy' subject, it is not 'dead easy' and it is not for 'raging feminists'. It is just as important as any other subject, if not more, because it addresses extremely relevant issues in today's society.

That's me for today.

Rhiannon x

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Listen to the Raaa-dio

I frankly can't quite believe I've abandoned my poor lovely blog for so long, but alas - I am back with more knowledge and available night-time as I start at 1pm tomorrow, HUZZAH!
Having just discovered that the house we had searched ruthlessly for (& booked to view on Sunday, to live in next year) has been let without any information, I am pretty disappointed. Gutted is probably the best word. Quite a lot of gutted. It was in a great location, and yes it was a bit pricey but it had most of the things we wanted. I guess that's just life, eh - we'll have to keep on searching.

I'm fully involved with the student radio now which is awesome as it's a lot of fun, and I would have kicked myself if I hadn't got off my butt and started a show. 'Culture Smash' is our show - full of culturally cultural things like Ebola and ghost stories and see-through aeroplanes and must-see movies - TUNE IN MONDAYS 8-9PM ON www.bailriggfm.co.uk

~ I put that bit in bold-ness because it is a simply bold statement. No it is not a request or a subtle suggestion - you have to listen, it is in the book of laws. (Under the subtitle 'When Rhiangle is on the radio' - 'Thou shalt not ignore the show, thou shalt listen with all thou's heart and send in fabulous messages via the text box to let her know thou art listening' (Richard the Important III, 2014) ~

Ok, so it's compulsory. Glad we got that settled.
Smack it into your calendar now.
(I know that you do absolutely diddly-squat on Monday nights)

Having just thought of my blog-post title while writing the above, I've handily reminded myself of a video I saw earlier this week - Robbie Williams singing 'Let It Go', from the movie 'Frozen', to his wife in the last stages of giving birth to their son. However kinda-cute kinda-appropriate this song is, it seems to not help massively in the situation at hand. Also he tries out some iffy ad-libs, maybe to woo the midwife into buying his new album. I do love Robbie though - saw him on his tour with Olly Murs (was it last year? I can't remember...) and he flew down from the top of the stage and everything it was all just SO FAB

Also, I'm going to start making playlists. Music is one of my favourite things in the world and since I listen to certain things when I'm in certain moods, I'll be posting a different mood-ed playlist each time I post so you can save them up for those times when you just need melodies and stuff in your life to make it better, and stuff. You're welcome.

Today's playlist is for when you can't stop worrying. Because this evening has just erupted into one of those times for me.

Rhiannon x

04 October 2014

A Snorlax, Marmite and He For She

So it's almost the end of fresher's week. The first lot of lectures is looming like a big fat looming thing but that big fat looming thing is also quite nice and welcoming. Just like a giant Snorlax. I'm actually really looking forward to digesting brain facts. I've invested in my French books and my first big shop which included the essentials such as this:

and THIS HUNK (without Mr. Rickman, sadly):
whoever created this image deserves a fabulous prize.
I have succeeded in impressing myself by hoovering my room and taking out some disgusting-feeling recycling bags (team playah) and am now partaking in the fun task of backing up files, which a lady the other day in an orientation session said was a good idea because apparently if your computer busts its ass then you still get penalised for work if it's late. I love my laptop dearly, I do, I do, but what I do not do is trust it in the slightest to perform at its best when I need it to. Sod's law 'n' all.
As for work so far, I have done some reading which introduces my Gender Studies course and made some notes on what I believe to be 'feminism', how I do/don't identify myself as a 'feminist' and if 'feminism' has any relevance today. It's burger-flipping interesting and I've wacked Emma Watson's speech in my examples as it's pretty significant I think. Having just checked out the He For She website now, 169,920 men have joined the movement and that sounds great...but that is WORLDWIDE. Around 24,000 men have signed up in the UK alone. That sounds great too but in the UK there are over 63 million people. Let's say half of them are men. 24,000 out of 31 million. When you look at it as a percentage that's 0.077% of men in the UK and frankly we need more. I know a lot of them are young boys but still.
Get signed up, s'il vous plait, les hommes anglais - merci beaucoup et bonne nuit.

Rhiannon x

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30 September 2014

The energy is not with this one

Is there anything more powerful than Florence & The Machine choruses? Probably not.
It's almost evening now and today I've been recovering from what feels like my sixth worst headache I've ever had. I'm curing it sensibly by blasting Spotify.
Went to my minor talks today as I'm almost certain I want to take those subjects (French, and Gender & Women Studies). Would have done Criminology but it clashes with French D:
ANYWAY G&WS actually looks pretty awesome and interesting so I really want to do it. And it wasn't all girls in the talk which was cool to see. I could actually see, despite my lack of consciousness even after a couple of hours of a nap in the daytime. My French talk was at the delightful time of 9:15 this morning and after getting to sleep at 3am I can officially say that I MADE IT TO THE TALK ERMEGHERD.

6 hours sleep is okay if you've not been doing much all day but 6 hours sleep with lots of alcohol and tiredness in the body ain't the best motivation to get out of bed at 9. Nope. But I made it (despite being a few minutes late and doing a walk of shame to sit down as the doors opened really loud at the back of the lecture theatre).

Tomorrow enrolment for majors happens and a few other talks. Hoping the gorgey weather hasn't gone away for good!

Rhiannon x

29 September 2014

paint party fail

I swear that I have paint stuck in my left ear.
I've also joined the Organ Donor Register - did that when I registered for a new doctor over here.
I have a meeting later on for my department and until then, I was planning to sunbathe but it looks like the sun has gone in, noooOoooOooOOooooOOoooo.