Thursday, 25 September 2014

Disney Life Lessons: What Walt Taught Us

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Back when I was little, rewinding my tapes in my VHS player to watch my favourite Disney films, I had two role models: my mother and Snow White. Looking back now, there were a lot of life lessons going on on that grainy little screen of mine, and I don't mean how to make a stranger fall in love with you in three days or how to avoid selling your soul to a sea witch. There are plenty of not-so-good pointers that Walt threw our way - we'll skip the parts where we're being told never to talk to strangers unless they're hot (ahem, Aurora), the submissive women and the unrealistic hair expectations (ahem, Jasmine) - but I also think there a lot of sweet moral messages that we can pick up on from Disney, so let's talk about those shall we?

  • Your prince isn't going to be perfect - we've all said it at some point: "Disney has given me unrealistic expectations of men and relationships" - but I'm not so sure about this one anymore. Admitted, Eric has flawlessly sculpted Mark Francis-esque hair standards, but in reality the Disney princes weren't all that perfect. Aladdin the compulsive liar; Beast the short tempered uh, beast with a slight body hair issue; Peter with a side-fairy; Prince Charming who says you are the love of his life and then forgets what you look like and has to put your shoe on every girl in the kingdom because he probably drank too much Vodka and Red Bull at the ball. I think what Disney was trying to get across here is that whoever you fall in love with might not be flawless, but sometimes we have to accept and love people for what and who they are (sniff)
  • We're sorry, we get it, you don't need a man these days, am I right ladies? - I'm still a bit miffed about the submissive princesses and their ridiculous damsel in distress moments back in old school Disney films, but I've noticed that the new-age films seem to be fighting against this a little more. Rapunzel saved Flynn; Brave centred around the quest of a princess and her love for her family; Frozen focused on the love of two sisters and the more realistic fact that your first love might let you down; Maleficent looked at the love of herself and Aurora, empowering each other in the face of a really mardy man. I love the way they're developing and the messages this will give to young girls and boys growing up with them now.
  • Don't be afraid to meet new people, try new things or go new places.

  • Love comes in all forms.


  • What you wish for might turn up when you least expect it.


  • Always be yourself.

    • Become somebody that you are proud to be.


    • And stand up for what you believe in.
     Love From Storm x

    Tuesday, 16 September 2014

    Made in Chelsea NYC Life Lessons

    For those lucky enough to not be crying into a wad of Vogue magazines this week, (repeat mantra: I will become Mark Francis) this season's Made in Chelsea NYC came to a dramatic close last weekend, and after all those love hexagons and commentary tweets, I am exhausted. Now I usually can't stand reality shows - I will never be able to see the allure with MIC's slightly chavvier cousin The Only Way is Essex - but Made in Chelsea lifts the lid on the poshest fish in the ever-growing reality show pool and for some strange reason I can't keep my eyes off their awkward confrontations. I'm not sure if these people ever do anything except meet in bars to argue and occasionally go clay pigeon shooting, but this addiction is going nowhere. 
    Among obligatory awkward pauses and bed-hopping to rival the efforts of Olympians, the MIC cast has put out some important life lessons this season; more educational than psychology and sociology combined, probably, and the most important of all comes in the form of Mark Francis (who should probably set up his own religion, or at least write poetry.)

    • Life Lesson #1: Mark Francis is the biggest aspiration in TV history (bare with me here). His accompanying tweets every episode - "Don't even think about standing there in your Topman judging my Balmain" - are more entertaining than the show itself. I don't know how I will cope without the commentary until next series. 
    • Life Lesson #2: If you're going to make an entrance, you may as well do it the Chelsea way. Is a series even a series without the Jamie Laing balcony entrance scene?
    • Life Lesson #3: Never date a Stevie. Somehow, the biggest player this series was (don't laugh) not Spencer, but Stevie. Nice guy who plays it sweet whilst telling another girl he doesn't like you? Next!
    • Life Lesson #4: Never date an Alex, either. I may as well finish the list. Never date a Jamie, never date a Sam and absolutely never date a Spencer. You can Google the cast if you want an extended list of who to not date.
    • Life Lesson #5: Rosie Fortescue your way out of every uncomfortable situation by comparing them to board games. 
    Side note: Made in Chelsea is not as good without Andy Jordan's gorgeous face and gorgeous accent and general yumminess. Excuse me whilst I go perfect my elongated vowel sounds and fan myself with £10 notes whilst quoting Oscar Wilde until the next series rolls around to show me how to be a real Brit. 
    Love From Storm x

    Thursday, 11 September 2014

    The Everyday Social Acceptance of Sexual Abuse

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    As the media goes, social issues are always cropping up on our TV and computer screens; social injustices usually marking a few of those stories. Lately, I've noticed a lot of these issues have been based around a topic that effects most, if not all, of us at some point or another and is deeply embedded into our culture as an acceptable norm - the sexual degradation of women. 
    It caught my attention initially with the leak of celebrity nude photographs early this month and I was appalled at the reaction I witnessed from a lot of people online - the most predictable came in the form of "if you don't want people to see you naked, don't take photos of yourself naked." So, with this rationale in mind, I suppose we should all give up all of our possessions because we don't want to be robbed. Don't want to be killed? Well, it's your own problem for being alive in the first place. 
    The most rare of these comments expressed a genuine concern for the fact that people are having their private photographs illegally stolen, shared and publicised despite the fact that they are human beings who have every right to their own sexual autonomy and the ability to share their bodies with whoever they choose. It is not our responsibility to take that right away from them, and if Playboy can recognise this - "Jennifer Lawrence does not exist to fulfill my masturbatory fantasies. Jennifer Lawrence is not a thing to be passed around like a joint at a party. Jennifer Lawrence is a human being. And she’s not my property, and she’s not your property, and we all need to back off." - then so can we. Jennifer Lawrence - and all other celebrities victim to this leak - was a victim to sexual abuse, laid down bare and held still for the world to point and laugh, stand and discuss, pick out flaws and scoff in disgust at her behavior whilst they congratulated or actively ignored the ones holding her down. We are reveling in this fact; men hiding in their bedroom with her against her will, people huddling in groups and sharing the image of her with anybody who, God forbid, hasn't seen it yet. This is an invasion of privacy on a whole other level - her body belongs to her, and she can position it and photograph it and share with it whoever and however she pleases, and for that she owes us nothing. 
    In a general sense, the everyday social acceptance of sexual abuse is so embedded into our culture that sometimes it's hard to recognise. More than likely, we've all witnessed rape or female rights being turned into a joke, no matter how small we may regard that - how many times do we hear a joke made out of dropping the soap? Frankly, I'm tired of hearing my friends come to meet me telling me about the man who decided to take it upon himself to touch her when she walked past, calling her a "slut" or a "bitch" if she doesn't wallow in gratitude for having the gift of his unwanted paw on her body. I'm tired of having to analyse the male gaze theory because it's still so visibly existent. One more thing I'm tired of: women being raped and downtrodden for not keeping her mouth shut about it.
    Columbia university student Emma Sulkowicz is in the public eye at the moment for her visual arts project: she's carrying around the mattress that her alleged rapist raped her on in her dorm room. She has said that she will be continuing this thesis until he leaves the university, either by will or university action. This project blends activism with personal expression and through exposure, has quickly become a political statement. With politics, comes criticism. The word "alleged" screams out at you. "Alleged rapist" is focused on a lot. Two other students claim to have been raped by the same student but all accounts have been denied and he continues to attend Columbia. Let's re-visit the definition of the word "alleged": "unproven". A lot of people have decided to take this as a reason to decide that Sulkowicz is a "liar" - the fact of it is, alleged rapes occur. Not every alleged rape is a lie. The statistics for rape are way out of proportion to what they should be if all rapes were reported, if all rapes were easy to prove, if people weren't put off by the invasive procedures, if they weren't manipulated by their rapist (around 90% of victims are raped by somebody they know) - and central to this issue, if women weren't demonized for speaking out about their rape.


    • "I was raped in my dorm room. No you weren't, bitch.  Everyone should take a good and long look at this video. This creature, annoying as she is, does not seem exactly like a monster. But she has the power to ruin your life forever by deciding that you "raped" her... This stupid whore in all her infinite emptiness and banality has been given the power to ruin your life."
    • "I think she is using rape hysteria to stalk this guy."
    • "I wouldn't even hate fuck this bitch. She disgusts me. She deserves to be punished."
    • "Haha unbelievable. If I was the accused 'rapist', every time I saw her I would ask if she wanted to bang for the 'thesis' that I'm writing"
    • "Attention-whore"
    Emma's work speaks out to victims of rape; it is a symbolic and powerful piece that represents the emotional and psychological impact caused by carrying around the weight of experiencing rape. It draws attention to the issue, and for this she has received comments that have not only been derogatory towards her, but towards women in general, and the issue of rape itself. If you ask me, it's about time we stop teaching women that they have something to be ashamed of just by existing. It's about time we stop teaching that a woman's form is something to be begged for and thrown aside when received. It's about time that we accept that it's okay to be a woman - you don't owe your body to anybody, and you certainly don't owe an explanation for being proud and knowing that it belongs to you, and only you.
    Love From Storm x

    Wednesday, 6 August 2014

    Confessions of a Perfectionist

    Alternative title: "Four Hours is Definitely Enough Sleep" And Other Lies I Tell Myself. My perfectionist streak is becoming a problem; a problem which leads me to irritate myself more than I could ever irritate anybody else (unless you're my mum, and have to hear my choruses of "I have to do [insert laborious task at ungodly hour] but I'm so tired. but I must.") 
    I'm mainly noticing the issue due to the four months of free time that have landed in my lap between college and university in October. I am not the kind of person who can take their free time and let it be free time, to the point where I make lists upon lists of things that I have to achieve before I get to uni. In fact, I have my list right here with me now. Example A: finish my novel. Example B: memorise Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty. (But why?)
    Here are a few lies I tell myself to convince myself that this is totally rational behaviour: 

    Lie #1 If I don't do it now it will never get done. And I mean right now even if it's 4AM.

    Lie #2 I cannot ask for help unless I'm in a fundamental crisis. The student in me raises her hand: Guilty as charged. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm the type of person who doesn't stop until I'm laying on the floor weeping from exhaustion. Coursework due in a month? Why, I'll do it all tonight, of course. 

    Lie #3 I need to control this situation. This is more of an educational issue than a personal one. This is why I can't work in  groups; I will not sacrifice that pen unless you threaten me with violence. The only reason I can think of for this is that part of me dies when the handwriting is all different on the page... Cue deep sigh. 

    Lie #4 If I eat unhealthy meals for a day my whole body will collapse into a pile of calories. I'm not in any way obsessed with my weight or the meals I eat, but since I've started eating and living healthier I feel guilty for at least five minutes after eating a pizza.

    Lie #5 If I ignore the problem, it will go away. I'm either sitting on one side of the scales or another: if a problem arises, I'll run at it face first before it can blossom into something bigger, or I'll hide away from it until it goes away. This tends to apply to littler things, such as me avoiding editing the first half of my book for a month because I didn't want to look at it in case it was so bad that it broke my will to ever write again. On the other end of the spectrum, I'll get a headache and Google my symptoms until I'm absolutely certain I have ten different fatal diseases.

    Noted: possible hypochondria, possible OCD and possible overuse of hyperbole and melodrama. Swinging back to my January post when I swore that my New Years Resolution would spring up when I found something more important than thou shalt not shop so much; I'm making it a goal to not be so hard on myself. It's only a pizza, after all.
    Love From Storm x

    Saturday, 22 March 2014

    Skincare Routine | Organic Surge

    One of the things I've struggled the most with over the years is how to handle my sensitive skin, which is prone to breaking out in every rash/red blotchy nightmare known to man whenever it's approached by a product it doesn't like very much. BUT since finding Organic Surge a few months back, I haven't had a problem with finding anything that suits my skin nicely. You may have already seen me raving about this brand in the past, since I'm obsessively loyal to it these days, but I haven't yet made a complete skincare routine post! Organic Surge is (hence the name) totally organic and great for all skin types, and I can't see myself using anything else any time in the near future! At the moment I'm using Organic Surge Gentle Cleansing Lotion, Daily Care Face Wash, First Class Face Mask once a week, Skin Perfecting Face Polish once a week, Eye Gel, Blissful Daily Moisturiser, and Night Time Sensation Cream. All have contributed  towards clearing my skin up loads and I have nowhere near the amount of break outs as I used to. They're all really gentle, make skin baby smooth and are rich without being too thick. Plus the eye gel has done wonders for toning down panda eyes! Love, love, love. 
    Love From Storm x

    Saturday, 15 March 2014

    How To: D.I.Y Shabby Chic Frames

    A small fact: Ikea can do dangerous things to me. 
    In this incidence, these dangerous things come in the form of two photo frames; two pieces of paper and three lipsticks. Sounds bizarre, but all will be revealed. 
    I've recently acquired a love for shabby chic and developed an impulsive urge to keep my bedroom looking as pink as possible, but I have tried very hard to keep the costs down to a minimum to keep room for my lipstick hoarding habit! 
     What you will need: 
    - a piece of plain A4 card
    - 2+ lipsticks in similar shades
    - a white vintage-looking frame
    It may feel a little odd as you're swiping a million layers of lipstick over your chops and then snogging a piece of paper, but it looks pretty and saves money! I bought my frames from Ikea for £5 each and used MAC Pink Nouveau, MAC Creme Cup and Kate Moss Shade 101 and kept the snogging to a minimum to avoid it looking messy.
    Happy D.I.Y-ing! 
    Love From Storm x

    What Makes us Mad About The Band?

    The 2nd of March was a Sunday and a rainy one at that. The BBC's weather prediction had it spot on: heavy showers, dark clouds and a shield of umbrellas arching over a three-street long queue. Outside Birmingham's HMV Institute, hysteria was already on the verge of breaking out as every few steps towards the entrance transformed into a oestrogen motivated race. No lights, crumbling concrete and a ribbon of litter stretching down the street, but nobody was deterred, despite the overarching health and safety issues cropping up here and there - at one point, I was sure I walked through somebody's bedroom set up right there on the street. Regular enthusiastic repetitious chants of 5 Seconds of Summer's songs erupted throughout the  long and gloomy wait in the miserable rain and having arrived an accidental three hours early, I wondered what it was that gave these girls an unwavering loyalty to their vocal chords.
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