Month: May 2015

The Friday Fun: 29 May 2015

If you have an amazing weekend lined up, you’re allowed to be a dick about it. You’re allowed to initiate conversations at work about weekend  plans just to you can brag about your own. You’re allowed to be excessively excited and unbearably smug. You’re allowed to let your joy shine forth like a beacon, you’re allowed to sing.  And if, for you, your weekend promises no more than a long lie-in and lots of tv, guess what? You’re allowed to be proud of that too. Because all weekends bright and beautiful, all weekends great and small, all weekends wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all! Here’s some stuff to help you get into it. 1. This video of the stupidly perfect Lianne La Havas doing Age, to remind you that (a) music is worshipful; (b) melanin is the only beauty secret anyone needs to have and (c) everything about this woman is a summer day of loveliness. That last line – “I know I’m going to survive the December cold/with somebody to retrieve …

The Friday Fun: 15th May 2015

The weekend looms over us, like a big friendly giant, promising frolics and frivolity, recklessness and raw joy, dalliances and delights. Here are a few things to help you get into it 1. This ridiculously fun Bieber/Skrillex/Diplo song that came out way back in February but seems to be made for the summer: 2. This great post from my favourite site ever about how Shonda has reinforced and reformed ladyhood for us. Notable excerpt: Women of color are powerful and our opinions are just as valid as anyone else’s. For many years, I’ve watched the decisions of women of color in Shondaland consistently affirmed, from Cristina Yang to Miranda Bailey in Grey’s, to Olivia Pope in Scandal and Annalise Keating in How to Get Away with Murder. Even though Asian women are seen as model minorities, there’s still the expectation that we do this through dedication rather than forthright leadership, and Cristina made me feel good about loudly asserting my opinions, even when the actual world I lived in failed to validate them. And watching Miranda, …

Things Runners Say and All the Things Non-Runners Really Want To Say In Return

Runner: The first 20 minutes is the hardest. Non-Runner: Oh? And after that it’s just ice-cream on a hot day, is it? Just jingle bells and wrapping paper, right? Just napping on a beach and hamburgers, right? Right. Runner: Running is my me-time. I can get away from everything and just think. Non-Runner: Why can’t you do that alone in your room? Also, do you do every other activity with other people? Do you take a poo with other people? Why can’t pooing be your me-time? Runner: Nothing beats that runner’s high. Non-Runner: I don’t know, I imagine heroin gives it a run for its money. Haha. Did you see what I did there? It was a pun. A running pun. A runpun. Wow, did your endorphins also steal away your sense of humor. Runner: My hamstrings feel a little tight because I went for a PB on my 10k route this morning. Non-Runner: I know what all those words mean individually, and I can guess at what they mean put together, but honestly I …

Fiction: Skins

Originally posted on miafarradaily:
She climbs out of bed and stretches. An ache in her shoulder and the empty space beside her have pulled her out of sleep. She imagines herself an abandoned, broken down piano, jangling and dusty, desperately in need of a tuning. What she needs is a run. The steps creak a bit but it doesn’t matter. He won’t wake up. Halfway down, she freezes, feeling wispy fingers trail lazily along her neck. She swallows the scream in her throat when she realises the sinister touch comes from a bit of tinsel hanging from the banister. Christmas decorations are still up- a seemingly permanent fixture on her to-do list. She is on the second floor now. She pushes open the door on the right with cautious fingers, just to check, just to see. Curly hair and quiet breaths. She smiles and retreats, touching her own hair- so similar. More stairs, these ones carpeted and silent. They really must get round to carpeting the staircase all the way to the top. Doing the…

An Open Letter To All Of My Friends Who Take Selfies

Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
Dear Friends Who Take Selfies, I want you to know that I love it when you post pictures of yourself. I know selfies get a lot of bad press, but I think they’re rad. They give me a little window into your life, and you’d be amazed at how much I can get out of one little photo. I love your pictures because I love seeing what you’re wearing – the outfits you build give me ideas about how to mix it up with my own wardrobe, and seeing you work your shit gives me courage to try clothing that I otherwise might have thought was too outlandish or revealing. I love seeing how you do your hair and makeup. You look like a hot babe and I wish you would make YouTube tutorials explaining how you get your eyeliner just so. I want you to post pictures every time you change your hair, because seeing you cycle through all those neon colours gives me great ideas about what to do next…