Why do we listen to Celebrities?

I recently posted a Facebook post before stopping to think about it. I blame all the meds I'm taking for my asthma and hay fever...

Seriously though I had a go at Jamie Oliver after reading a click bait headline saying he was declaring a war on sugar. Now what got me incensed was that I am sick and tired of seeing him everywhere. He has sold out in my opinion. He will put his face on anything including products containing sugar.

A few of my friends disagreed with my rant because they thought I was against the actual message. I realise that in my angry haste I worded my point badly and was misunderstood ( a lesson for us all! - write post, re-read post, think - then delete as appropriate!) I'm not against the actual message. Whilst I hate it when people declare war on anything let alone one particular type of food I of course believe we all should learn about sugar and what it does. We should aim for a balanced diet and learn about hidden sugars in processed food etc.

But the more I think about it the more it bothers me that people who become famous because they are talented at something think that qualifies them to tell people how to live their lives.

What we eat, what we buy, what we even think about certain things all seems to be heavily linked with the celebrity obsession our society has. Companies spend millions of dollars on celebrity endorsements because people are more likely to buy something that is endorsed by a celebrity.

Why though? You pay an actress to be in an ad for hair dye or make up. Do you really think she uses that product? She dyes her hair at home? Chances are she isn't using cover girl make-up either. So why do we think these products are automatically better? 

The same goes for the celebrity chef. Curtis Stone doesn't use those pans his name is on you can buy at Target. Putting his name and face on it just means you are being suckered into paying more for a pan that is identical to the one next to it because it has his face and name on it.

There is of course a very strong psychological force here. People are led to believe if they buy and use the products then that some way brings a tiny bit of celebrity into their lives. 

Though that in itself is worrying. Why do we give these people so much kudos? Why should I be happy that my son will hear it from Jamie Oliver that he should limit sugar? Because if I teach him to listen to a celebrity about that then I'm teaching him a celebrity knows best.

Why don't we listen to scientists, nutritionists and read up on topics for ourselves rather than take on board what a celebrity says?  How do we know when a celebrity genuinely believes something and when they are being paid to sell us things? 

So basically I am fed up with celebrity culture. I don't get it. I don't understand it. I don't see why I should pick a product off the shelf because of a photo shopped picture of a celebrity trying to tell me how good it is. It's getting harder to find products that are not endorsed by someone famous though. This is how bad things have gotten.

So yes I will teach my son about the dangers of too much sugar but not because Jamie Oliver wants his face in the paper again. I will teach him that because of facts.

It is time we all remembered that celebrities are people. I am all for admiring someone for their talent. But when it's come to a point that celebrities are the go to for our life choices then I think we have taken it too far. 

Your Vagina is ok, mine is ok, it's all ok!

The rise of the Internet has meant we have access to so much more information than we used to. If you have an opinion, an issue, a question or a problem the answer might simply be available after typing in a sentence. There are forums and Facebook pages dedicated to many things including being or becoming a parent.

It's posts from those type of sites I want to talk about today. I have seen quite a few times women asking in all seriousness about how other women overcome any embarrassment about their bodies when they are due to give birth. It seems hang ups about our bodies go so far that it interferes even with the wonder of the miracle of life. Women are scared of people seeing them 'down there' as they wonder if they look different or somehow 'abnormal' Will nurses stare or laugh behind their hands?

I don't mean to make light as in our society nakedness really still does have a huge stigma. Women do worry about what they look like naked, especially those parts not normally on display, even in a revealing swimsuit. Now before the Internet I honestly didn't even know some women worried about the size of their labia. But they do. They wonder whether parts are too dark or too big or too small.

It seems before you could be an anonymous person at a computer keyboard most women wouldn't  ask anyone these questions for fear of embarrassment. Well I'm not here to try to get you to love your body as it is ( though I think that is important) but rather to tell you that there is no normal. No matter what you look like between your legs the doctors, nurses etc have seen it all and truly will not give a shit what you look like down there.

Not convinced? Well I feel somewhat knowledgable enough to tell you a few things. Long ago I totally lost any self consciousness about my body when it comes to medial professionals. I have had a few procedures, been in the emergency room a few times and seen many different types of doctors for various things. I have a chronic illness which has manifested differently over the years so there have been many visits to medical practitioners.

Now I can't remember the first time I was completely happy to strip off and not even think about it. Though  I remember some reactions once I was. Some doctors are obviously used to women being nervous so they gently ask me if I could pull up or down a sleeve when what they really need is for me to take my top off. So I simply offer to do so. Most look relieved, others looked a bit shocked.... Obviously I'm one of a kind there. 

If a doctor wants to see my chest then that's fine, he has seen plenty of others. He doesn't give a shit what my boobs look like. I've had numerous Pap smears. I tend to just chat during them now. Once a male doctor asked if I would rather a female doctor to do it. It really didn't bother me. I almost asked him how many vagina's he had seen. I didn't but I imagine the number would be in the 100's.

Those hospital gowns which are open at the back. They are like that for easy access. A doctor has to examine my tummy then he gets to see my undies. All I hope is that my undies are pretty. I care little that he might catch a glimpse of inner thigh or outer thigh. At the osteopath they give you those gowns then you lie face down and when they need to work on your lower back they pull your undies down anyway. So I truly don't see why I don't just take them off. While the Osteo prods my naked buttocks I'm happy to talk about the weather or ask about the music playing. Again I  imagine my buttocks are not the worst things they have ever seen. 

I once had a procedure done under anaesthetic and when I woke up I was fully clothed. So either I was so out of it I didn't remember getting myself dressed, and given I was still shaky on my feet at this point I doubt it. Or else someone dressed me while I was unconscious. For a brief moment I pondered what that must have been like for the person involved then I mentally shrugged and picked up the magazine beside the bed and had a read.  

But of course none of this relates to childbirth but I've left that story for last since it is the best. Once you have been pregnant and had a child any sense of modesty pretty much goes out the window. Truly...no matter how self conscious you were beforehand. 

I remember how quickly any small bit of modesty I may have had completely evaporated from the moment I went to the hospital to have my son induced. A few different midwives got to poke around my nether regions and insert things. One got me in the shower when the horrendous contractions started. Even after I had the hospital gown on and was on the bed hooked up to the monitor and mostly keeping my legs together things didn't stay that way for long.

So I was waiting for an epidural... Because you know... Horrendous pain. Then suddenly this Greek God appears in the room. One of the most handsome looking men I had ever seen in my life had come to rescue me to carry me off in his chariot away from this hell I was in. Well at least that's what I thought in my strange pain daze. I did wonder if I was hallucinating. Why is this Man here? Then he is introduced as the anaesthetist. So good news... Pain will soon go away, of course the fact that this amazing specimen was here to simply insert a large needle into my spine was not really akin to being whisked off in a chariot... But oh well.

So after he had done the business so to speak he stayed for a while to do the paperwork. The room I was in was set up in an interesting way. About two metres from the foot of my bed was the desk with the chair behind it, facing me. At this point since I would soon feel very little from the waist down (thank goodness!) so the midwife decides to insert a catheter. That's right. I have to spread them again and allow someone else to tinker away all while this amazing specimen of man is sitting directly in front of me. If he were to look up from his paperwork his gaze would hit firmly on my vagina. I tried to sneak peeks around the midwife to see if he did look up but I didn't notice if he did. I imagine it's because he truly was not fazed by a woman's vagina being clearly visibly and in his direct line of sight. I have to accept he's seen it all before.

He soon got up and left, presumably to go and rescue another damsel in distress. I think I managed a thank you and he may have waved his acknowledgement as he left but he was otherwise completely non plussed. Two things occurred in my haze...one was imagine a story where a sexy anaesthetist falls madly in love with a woman he has just given an epidural to? That's a story to write in the future ( I never did.) The second thought was that I wanted to kiss him when the epidural kicked in and the pain stopped. I recalled an old episode of ER when a character, after being given an epidural says something along the lines of "I'm in love with the epidural man." The doctor with her says 'we call him an anaesthetist." And she replies in a honey smooth ( now pain free) voice 'To me he will always be the epidural man.' That's how I felt.

You know what occurred to me third.... Eventually. The fact that he and many other people had just seen my vagina in all its glory whilst having a catheter inserted. It was no big deal because no one made it a big deal. These people do this stuff all the time. 

So you know what. We are all normal. The people who are going to prod around down there will barely notice what your particular area looks like. Unless a part of your anatomy causes you physical pain or discomfort then there is no reason to nervously ask a doctor, or the woman who waxes you whether you are 'normal.'

So try and drop the fears about the whole naked thing. When it comes to it it really truly won't matter. Maybe one day you will even be like me and ready to strip for any doctor or practitioner without a second thought. I fear one of these days I will forget myself and strip from the waist up at the dentist... Give them all something to talk about I suppose!

I know it's hard for some as we are bought up to believe that being naked is somehow shameful. As women we don't tend to compare vaginas or labia or anything else between our legs. I'm not saying it is something we should start doing... Having vagina comparing parties... But just lose the hang ups. There are so many different kinds of normal. Most people will not care what it looks like down there so long as it's clean and functional... That goes for men too by the way...but that's a different blog post...

A top writing tip that could lead to an hilarious scenario

I recently read one of those ten tips pieces written by someone who presumably has been there and done that and knows ways to make life more productive. One tip made sense but also made me laugh at the potential consequences.

That tip was to go on strike when you write. That means you do nothing else. No cooking, no fetching, no washing, no playing uno with the kids, nothing. So basically you sit and write and tell everyone to look after themselves.

I can't help but imagine what would occur in some households if this were to happen. The poor cat would feel starved and neglected so basically sit on your head while you try to write and dig their claws in. If you lock them out of the room the relentless scratching at the door will drive you mad and you may also need to drive to Bunnings for things to repair the door.

You would have kids helping themselves to biscuits and cereal and spreading it all over the house. Every light in the house would be on and every TV on and at full volume. Piles of dirty washing would make a trail though the house that may or may not lead to the laundry.

Plus I'm assuming the writing can be left for brief moments? So you would have to tip toe past the mess and kids and crazy cat to go to the loo. Coffee making? Surely you couldn't go on strike to the point you couldn't operate the coffee machine? That wouldn't be right. So you block out all the requests for food and pleading for help with craft projects and getting past the boss level on a game to use the coffee machine. Only no milk, or sugar or coffee... So who will pop to the shop while you are on strike? 

In all seriousness though it could be a good idea if used with obvious limits that don't allow for colourful scenarios as above (which is of course what the writer intended). You could take chunks out of certain days, have coffee and biscuits by your side and 'go on strike' for a few hours. It would not be nearly as hilarious though.

It's funny but I already do that only its when the Wests Tigers are playing. I go on strike for the full 80 minutes. At half-time I will listen to non rugby league related items briefly if necessary and put the kettle on or pour wine. Otherwise unless it's life threatening it must wait till Full-time. Maybe it is time I tried that with my writing too?

What useful time management tips do you use? Or alternatively what are some silly ones you've heard?  

    

              The owner of this house was a writer that went on strike 

               ( statement may be untrue ...) 

I don't have a problem with McKinnon or Smith. I do have a problem with 60 Minutes.

I can't remember the last time I watched 60 minutes. A few years ago probably. I remember watching a story that was so one sided that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It used to be the kind of show that featured stories told professionally. It was true journalism. Now it is little more than a TV version of a tabloid.

I broke my 60 minutes drought as I wanted to watch the story on Alex McKinnon, the rugby league player who became a quadriplegic after a horrifying illegal tackle in a game last year. The story started off well. Stories from Alex's youth, funny anecdotes from his family and documentation of what seems to be a great love between him and his fiancé.

Where they starts to lose it was at the point where they obviously wanted to cause dissent, to get people talking, to make something pointed in order to shock viewers...keep them watching. Never mind it was only part of the truth.

Now I think McKinnon is a brave man who deserves the outpouring of sympathy he is receiving. It is a huge tragedy that a man so young has been so injured. When his mother spoke about how she felt when he said he wanted to die it truly touched me. I hope too he gets a bigger settlement from the NRL so he has the money he needs to live the rest of his life.

However today Cameron Smith, The Australian and Melbourne Storm Captain has been left shocked after being labelled the bad guy by 60 minutes, this program that should be led by guidelines of responsible journalism.

During the program they showed McKinnon sitting with Liz Hayes watching the footage of that terrible tackle. McKinnon found it hard, obviously and was trying to describe why he moved his head the way he did. The big surprise... The pointy part of the story that Liz Hayes & team seemed so keen to deliver was that McKinnon had no malice for the Melbourne Storm player who lifted him in the tackle, the player who was suspended for 7 weeks but rather was angry at Cameron Smith for his on field comments at the time.

It is fair to say that looking at isolation at what Smith says it does give the viewer a bit of a jolt, just as it does Hayes and McKinnon who are viewing it together. 60 minutes put the footage together just perfectly for best effect. McKinnon on the ground, his face stricken, unable to breathe and unable to move. Then carried off on a stretcher... The mood sombre. Then Smith is arguing with the referee about the penalty that went against his team. The referee tells him the penalty stands, the player is on report, it is an illegal tackle. But Smith does what many a captain has done before and will do again, he argues the point. 60 minutes make sure you see and clearly hear him say ' if he doesn't duck his head, that doesn't happen' Then go to McKinnon's reaction as he watches with Hayes. He is upset. He suggests that arguing over a penalty when someone comes off on a stretcher is fucking ridiculous. 

Now reading this you may think he has a point. I did at first. People are saying how did Smith not know how serious it was? How could he blame McKinnon for his own injury? Well I imagine if Smith were to see the footage he would agree it was not his best moment. Arguing over a penalty that injures a player to the extent they have to be carried off on a stretcher seems petty and unsympathetic.

But 60 minutes leave it there. A brief positive mention from coach Wayne Bennet about Smith's character and that is it. No talking to Smith or the Storm. Nothing. Just an seriously injured man watching footage of the moment his life changed forever reacting to that pain in front of a camera.

That's not responsible. They didn't need to show him watching the footage. They didn't need to focus on Smith but they chose to in order to spice things up. All the family shots and loving moments overshadowed by introducing a villain simply because they could.

Smith when he was on the field didn't get to watch the replay over and over. Perhaps he truly didn't know the extent of the injuries. He did what a captain would do... Try and argue against a penalty. Was it bad form to argue so long? Yes. In hindsight might he realise that those comments can be construed as blaming McKinnon for his own injury? Absolutely but that does not excuse the one sided reporting. If 60 Minute had done its job and reported all the facts it would have reported that despite McKinnon's suggestion that Smith never got in touch, Smith and other Storm players tried to visit him in hospital several times but were denied. They should have mentioned that Smith was instrumental in the Rise For Alex fundraising campaign and that Smith wore McKinnon's number as a sign of respect. They didn't.

If you want to call out Smith for his comments then do so but 60 minutes showed little integrity by the way they handled the story. When you leave out relevant facts to make your version more poignant then that is not journalism. So little wonder I stopped watching the program. Somehow I don't think I will be going back.  

My Clarisonic Mia ... The journey so far

A few weeks ago thanks to a birthday gift card I purchased a Clarisonic Mia. I had thought about getting one for a while. I had read so many positive reviews and I'm a bit of a skin care freak so felt it would be great to add one to my routine. So the gift card swayed it. I had baulked at the price but when it was very little out of pocket expense it was an easy decision. 

The first time I used it my skin felt different. It felt clean and soft without that stretched taut feeling. Now that stretched taut feeling is one I have not felt in a long time since I learned that was actually not a good feeling. Even if your skin is on the oily side like mine all it does is make your skin produce more oil. So long ago I stopped using foaming cleansers and many products specifically for oily skin. But I liked the way my skin felt so soft after just cleansing. My night serum and cream didn't seem to go on any easier than normal but otherwise I felt good.

I bought a new cleanser to try and soon learned it wasn't for me! After cleansing with that and my Mia my face went a bright red and stung. Ok so that cleanser goes to hubby to use! 

Then I got sick and missed a few nights as I was incapable of doing anything more than splash my face. Illness shows on my face and I started to look pale and drawn with dark circles. When I started to feel a bit better I started using my Mia again. A simple cream cleanser each night. At first I felt it was doing nothing but it was competing with some rather nasty illness induced skin! It's not a miracle worker.

One day recently I decided to perk myself up. So I applied my Eve Taylor exfoliant mask. After I had finished I had an idea.  This particular product contains no granules ( I never use exfoliants like that anymore...those little rough bits....not good!) I wet my face and used the Mia briefly before rinsing. I applied my moisturiser afterwards and felt and looked better than I had in weeks! 

The following day I looked more alive and my dark circles had significantly reduced. I need to point out that I still had symptoms. I had ended up with bronchitis and a nasty ear infection and was taking antibiotics so realistically I shouldn't look much better and yet I did.

So was it the Mia or something else? I dunno but I think the Mia has helped. Not only does it clean the skin it works a bit like a massager so helps to drain all the nasties from the skin and increase blood flow so that can cause a reduction in dark circles and dullness. 

So perhaps I sound like I'm selling something so sorry if that is the case. But I think I am falling in love with my Mia. It feels good and makes my skin feel and look better. Oh and so far not a pimple in sight! So none of the purging I had been warned about. So what's not to love?

What is Brave? Who gets to judge that?

What does it mean to be brave? I've seen a lot written lately where certain people have been declared brave. Caitlyn Jenner, Tyra Banks...then it seems some people come and say no these people are not brave...saving someone from a burning building is brave. Having transgender surgery or posting a photo of yourself without makeup isn't brave.

Who is right? I suppose it is subjective in a sense. I wish we could all agree though that maybe each of us individually don't have the right to decide whether someone is being brave or not. There are possibly hundreds of different ways any one person can be brave.

Someone who is scared of heights climbing a mountain is brave. At least I'm sure they feel brave. They haven't changed the world or helped anyone...certainly it isn't on a par with saving someone from a burning building but if they feel proud of themselves then yep let's call them brave, what does it hurt?

Because what happens when actually literally saving a human life is the only thing we can all agree to call brave? Are these people brave? Of course! Though many of them may not even feel the slightest sense of achievement as they are good people who value human life who simply did what they felt they had to do. Yet it would seem next to that anything else is only brave if enough people tell you it is. Cancers survivors are thought of as brave. Quite rightly considering the gruelling road they face. Yet what choice did they have? They couldn't sit in the corner and stamp their feet saying they didn't want to fight cancer? They had to get on with and did so showing great courage. Does that mean people who make decisions that scare them but are not life and death are not brave? 

I think Caitlyn Jenner is brave. Our society still has so many stigmas coming out as a woman after so long living as a man would be very difficult. The fear of rejection could be crippling. I personally would never put a no makeup first thing in the morning selfie up anywhere on social media so I think Tyra is brave. Do they deserve medals? Have they saved lives? No but maybe by doing something that scares others they might just add to the positive change that is needed to make this world a better place. It's slow going. In 2015 one would think we would be an equal society where people could be who they want to be without fear but alas that is not so.

So I can't see how all this 'no that's not brave....this is brave' type one upping is helping anyone's cause. Because someone went in a lift today after a lifetime fear and gets called brave by her friends does not mean that a fireman saving a child from a burning house will not get his due. He may get a medal and the woman in the lift certainly won't. So can't they both be brave in their own way? If you have to go against the grain and do something that is scary to you then that is brave. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. It's not a competition. 

Where is your wedding dress?

Where is your wedding dress? What did you do with it? Lately I have seen all sorts of interesting things on Pinterest and other places where wedding dresses are being recycled (or re-purposed!) to make something useful out of them. Of course some women do what women have always done; keep the dress, sell it or give it charity or pass it down in the family.

I imagine what you do with your wedding dress depends on many factors. If you get divorced chances are you don't have much of an emotional attachment to your dress any more. Or maybe you do as it reminds you of happier times. I don't know, never having been divorced. But plenty of women would find themselves in that leaky boat...dress of their dreams and a relationship that ends up in hell. People make mistakes, things go wrong and sometimes I think people get married purely for the wedding day rather than wanting an actual marriage... But that is a different post.  But even assuming you remain happily married what do you do with that dress? 

Now my wedding dress is packed up in a huge box in the garage. I should probably point out I got married 19 years ago. Back when wedding dresses still had sleeves.....I think I got it out on my first anniversary and tried it on. Now it wouldn't fit me. I doubt it would make much money if I sold it. I could give it away I suppose but would it be considered too old fashioned even by brides-to-be that have to buy their dress at a second hand shop? I don't have a daughter I could pass it down to and even if I did she should get to pick what she wears on her wedding day. I would never expect her (or any potential future spouse of my son's) to wear what I wore as some sort of tradition.

So why is it still in a box in the garage? I'm not sure. I do feel that at some point I should do something with it or one day I will open the box and it will be scraps of fabric that are unusable.

Now there are some obvious ways of recycling your wedding dress. I imagine you could use the fabric for a christening gown or to make a pillow or stuffed toy. I can see it being used as the fabric covering a bassinet. These all came to mind easily. But If you have a Pinterest account then go and do a search for recycled wedding dress and see what amazing things some women have done with their wedding dresses.

Some fabulous examples include using a piece of lace from the dress and spreading it across a frame to make an earring holder. Gorgeous tote bags, quilts, scarves, clutch bags, wall canvases, handmade Xmas tree ornaments or Xmas stockings. Using it in an open locket to be worn as a beautiful piece of jewellery. Lace earrings, garters for daughters to use for their wedding. It seemed endless. 

                 

 

The most poignant was the angel gown posts; where wedding dresses are used to make gowns for stillborn babies. There are organisations such as the NICU Helping Hands’ Angel Gown ® Program that use wedding dresses donated to them to make these angel gowns. Whilst I don't have a living daughter to wear my wedding dress I did lose a baby girl. If she had been a few weeks older she would have required a funeral. I can see how these angel gowns would bring some small comfort to women of stillborn babies, their lost angels. 

                       

                             

There were some ideas that made me cringe though like doilies. I mean doilies? No one likes the ones made from traditional materials let alone using a wedding dress to make them. Perhaps that's what the divorced women do. Cut up their dress and make a stack of doilies and donate them or else send some to their former mother in-law?

I have recently taken up sewing again. My sewing machine decided to die on me just as I was getting back into it but a new one is on the way. I also have the tools for making jewellery and recently succeeded in making a passable looking pair of earrings. 

So given that should I recycle my dress in some way? Use the beautiful silk and lace to make things that I could use and surround myself with? Is that better than keeping it in a box? I suppose there is this little voice in my mind saying one day I might regret it but for the life of me I cannot understand why I would. It's a weird dilemma to have I realise. 

So tell me where is your wedding dress? Did you recycle yours? What are your thoughts?