Contact Lenses

Maybe I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here...But contact lenses amaze me...It seriously kinda freaks me out...How does that little sheeny bit of plastic make me see?

Skinny Skinny Skinny

I remember ages ago you used to read about people wanting to be a perfect "ten." And not in the Bo Derek running on a bench sans bra kinda way (Has anyone else seen that movie? Dudley Moore married to Julie "Fraulin Maria" Andrews whilst perving incessantly at Bo...Soooo badddd) but in a size ten kinda way. Size ten was what you wanted to be. The size mentioned as a goal for those dieting and the benchmark of knowing you were healthy and slim. Slim has been replaced by thin. Size Eight anyone? And now with the over-exposure of increasingly tiny celebs and models everywhere you look, the target appears to be size six. Now don't get me wrong; I know some people are naturally skinnier than others, the same as some people have blue eyes and some green. But we live in a society where acceptance is not really desirable. We are meant to strive for something...Something that maybe isn't really a goal, but is more of a trap.
I don't think the issue is that size ten is not necessarily the target anymore. People are exercising more, perhaps have better ideas in terms of diet...Or do we? Does smaller necessarily mean healthier? You see some people who shift a few kilos, exercise more, eat better and look really good. Feel good and that, to me, is a positive; a reason to step away from that second helping. But then what about that person who's a size twelve and looks good, eats well, exercises and can't find anything to wear in her size? We live in a society where I believe 80% are size twelve or over yet the racks in stores are filled with sixes and eights. Does Sportsgirl really think Posh Spice is coming to go on a mass shopping spree thus justifying stocking all these teeny clothes?
I don't really have any answers. I don't know where it all stemmed from but I don't know anyone who doesn't know their size and hasn't at one time expressed a wish to be skinnier. Not healthier, but skinnier. People seem to equate them as one and the same. But when you hear stories - true stories - of five year old girls worrying that if they eat their lunch, "they'll get fat" I think the problem is not going to shrink away like the ideal size...

Weird...

Ok just did a quick scan of other blogs out in the...blog world...and was checking out what some people noted down as interests...Now not to judge (but probably totally doing just that) but someone had noted down sex...And it threw me...I understand people enjoying sex or wanting to...you know, do it alot. But noting it down as an interest? Aren't interests kinda like hobbies? So this person is saying sex is a hobby? They're off having a bit of a dull day or they've got a spare fifteen minutes and instead of toiling around with some crotchet or doing a spot if gardening, they'll go and have a shag...Nice concept...but a weird way to look at it surely???

These are a few of my favourite things

I seem to know a lot of people who make lists. My housemate is one of them. I totally understand the joy of list making...The minor downsides being if someone comes across your list and judges you...like if you're listing all the music you love and "Milli Vanilli" is seriously included. Or if someone comes across your list of lifetime goals and finds the fact you want to be a basketballer (and you're three feet two) quite hilarious. I've had goal lists posted in my bathroom, which are motivational as well as depressing (Gee I still haven't done that...) The only real list that has no possible sour consequences is a grocery list but even then maybe they could...("You're buying low fat?? I want non-fat!!!") Anyway I digress...My sister and I started emailing each other lists of things we liked one day and it kinda spiralled into an ongoing "What's hot/What's not" type list and it's incredibly fun. Lame but fun. This is my long winded explanation for why I called my blog "Tim Roth and a black taffeta dress. " Please note that the word "and," not "in". That image would be far from ideal...But an empty ballroom, me in the aforementioned dress, dancing around with Tim (he dances in a cool, indie, Tarantino movie type way in my imagining...It's actually more of a walk...) is just cool...
My other right this minute favorite things are as follows
*sunshine
*helium balloons
*ipods that work (sigh...)
*verve champers
*cake
*white teeth
*London
*melted butter on hot bread
*new car smell
*Zach Braff being single...tho Mandy was cool
Right now I'm off sick from work...which is my slapdash explanation for my waffling...I'm new at this blog thing...Be gentle with me...I'll improve in time :)

Welcome

Welcome to Tim Roth and a black taffeta dress