Right, so here’s something I really must have a bitch about ‘cause it genuinely drives me insane, & has lately been the cause of me ending up in a quiet fury following various ventures downstairs in innocent, clearly naïve, search of something to watch which is either interesting and beneficial to my life, or a trashy reality show which serves as light entertainment and a reminder that I should be grateful for my fairly well-functioning brain. But, instead, I return upstairs concerned not only about the lives of the people who create it’s popularity, but the repercussions it could have and is having on the already unwell music industry. “Well, what is this ‘it’?” I hear you say. “quit rambling and get the hell on with it!” you exclaim with exasperation. Ok, no need to raise your voice. The cause of my emotional upheaval is one of a few shows which, if I were a Christian, I would, I think, truly believe had come straight from the devil as part of a cruel but absolutely genius plot to poison society. The current culprit? American Idol.
It was a good idea. It’s undeniably difficult to get seen in the music industry. Hundreds of awesome, talented artists a year probably decide to go for something less risky or give up and take that office job after their last chance demo was to no avail, it was a good idea. So what happened? I suspect that, as with so many other things, the U.S. government for example, something which was potentially an immensely powerful force for good ended up in the wrong hands and was, therefore, turned into something which could dilute the patriotism of a senator. To get to the crux of why I have such an issue with the show, it would serve, I think, to inform you of my finely tuned methods for seeking out music which will influence my life in a positive way:-
-it is absolutely indisputable that the voice must be unique. Forgettable voices, voices that fit into a genre, & voices that you wouldn’t say ‘oh my god what is that voice doing on this cruise ship stage?’ to are not going to narrate inspirational lyrics.
-the artist has got to have a huge amount of character, and an interesting personality and life story.
-the lyrics are central; if I can’t hear/relate to/believe that there is integrity behind the lyrics, the music is pretty much invalid.
-as a direct result, genres such as screamo are more or less ruled out, along with cabaret-type clichéd lyrics (often identified by use of the word ‘babe’/’baby’).
-albums with sleeves that don’t say “all songs written by (artist’s name) except track five which is a phenomenally well done cover or written with someone the artist feels a very strong musical affinity with.” are immediately put back on shelf, occasionally accompanied by a small look of disappointment.
-the only artists not subject to the above rule are those which either not only fit point one but exceed it to the degree of ridiculousness (e.g. Barbra Streisand), or are so phenomenal at what they do in every other area that whether they can write or not is irrelevant (e.g. Madonna).
…
Now, considering that American Idol has been created to actually breed ‘artists’ who:-
-all have good, very (often actually to the point where they are barely distinguishable from eachother) forgettable voices.
-all have one of a pre-compiled list of I would guess four or five life-stories (ok guys, there’s “I’ve always sung, even as a kid, I would just sing!”, or “well my dad left home when I was five,”, or, everyone’s favorite “I spent my childhood going through my parents’ (insert decent artist you have no interest in) records”-what’s it gonna be?).
-all have zero writing or instrumental capability (the ones who do are quickly removed when the novelty of talent wears out).
-and, not forgetting the most crucial ingredient, all have an inexplicably very high opinion of themselves and no personality. (any with personalities are also promptly dealt with).
you can probably get why I don’t so much like the show. It upsets me-one, because I have to watch songs written my real musicians with passion and talent and personality become irreversibly tainted, along with the charts of the era which I will have to take responsibility for having grown up in at some stage, and two, because I genuinely feel sorry for the contestants. The poor unfortunate souls who win are then promptly chucked out into the charts to a fan base of grannies with no desire to actually buy records and teenagers with attention spans so tiny that they have already become disinterested with you by the time you’ve released your painfully cheesy and irritating debut single (complete with corny music video montage sensitively depicting the emotional roller-coaster of a time you spent on No-Longer-Proud-To-Be-American Idol, of course) and the harsh realization that their good, strong, unoriginal voices do not equate talent and will not provide them with a long standing, rewarding career in the big wide world outside the studio where the critics aren’t followed around by a sweet little woman with something nice to say to make you feel better. But America has bought it. Hook, line, & sinker my country falls season after season for the idea that this time some real talent is gonna be unearthed. And I can do little more that look on with disappointment and disapproval, much like one watches a close friend repeatedly go back to a violent relationship. Actually, no, it’s more like watching someone you no longer wish to be associated with set fire to ten dollars then run into a wall repeatedly before looking ever so slightly disillusioned, strolling off, then returning twenty minutes later with a vague smile and lobotomized look of interest to repeat the process. Please, America, just give up and let the idols find you. Please.
jo
xxx
Friday, June 22, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
coming soon...
don't go away! my a.s. exams finish on the eighth, which means...that's right-more incoherent ranting and unnecessary use of italics are on their way!
look out for upcoming posts on:
--> myspace
--> "American Idol"
--> homophobia vs. christianity
--> faith schools
--> philosophical arguments for the existence of God
and possibly much more!! stay tuned folks.
jo
xxx
look out for upcoming posts on:
--> myspace
--> "American Idol"
--> homophobia vs. christianity
--> faith schools
--> philosophical arguments for the existence of God
and possibly much more!! stay tuned folks.
jo
xxx
Friday, June 01, 2007
on Tony Blair's resignation.
May 10th 2007 (sorry, took me a while to post).
So Tony Blair resigned today. Resigned. I mean, he doesn't leave office until June 27th, but he's quit; ten years after a six year old me marched around my london house during elections chanting "to-ny-bleughr!", on the conviction from my conservative-voting father that he was "the bad guy", along with the added justification of my views that he was the head of some "party" (which confused me immensely-surely the running of the country is not to be intermeshed with such jovialities as parties?) whose color was red, and whose name was "Labour" (British spelling out of respect). Yeah, labour-you know, that thing women go into screaming and bleeding-blood-you know, the red stuff?...these links were sufficient logically in my six-year-old mind to confirm my father's claim, and so I was duly quite disappointed when he was elected prime minister.
I then took my place to sit back & ignore politics for the rest of my childhood-stepping back in only recently, at the revelation that, everywhere I looked, everyone seemed to hate the leader of their country. No society seemed to be capable of electing a suitable leader and sticking with them. Deeming this a pretty ridiculous situation, I decided to re-evaluate my own views. All I could see was that there was a war going on, for which the justification was disturbingly vague and disputed, and which the public were being, on the whole, disturbingly light-hearted about; it was on every comedy sketch around. Terrifying.
Yet, although I was witnessing all of this in Britain, I didn't have anything really against Blair; I mean, I didn't hate him. I knew how hard 9/11 had hit; to watch such a horrific thing happen in what I still consider to be my country on t.v. when I was ten years old was the most crushingly, unbearably terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. I was at boarding school at the time, and, without any trusted sources nearby to convince me otherwise, I walked around terrified and cried myself to sleep every night for over a month because I thought something that terrible happening meant the world was going to end. And, even within the sheltered environment I was in, I was pretty aware that the horror and outrage was public concensus. If we're being honest here (which we are-no lies in my blog, honey), whether or not the two were in fact linked, it looked it, and at a time when there was mass fear and paranoia, and such a huge threat sitting at our doorstep, the most dangerous thing that anyone, let alone the prime minister, could do, was to appear in any way un-patriotic or not as outraged as everyone else.
((NOTE: I am not saying that I ever thought of this war, or any war for that matter, as justified; I don't pretend to know anything about politics, but plain common sense and logic tells me that there must be a better way of dealing with a problem than just killing people. I mean, seriously-
"I want to do this."
"I disagree."
"Ok, well, how about we talk about it and try to sort something out?"
"Sure."
"Ah, screw it. We're not getting anywhere here, let's just send out a bunch of people to kill eachother-whoever kills the most wins?"
"Great idea! Let's go-race ya to the conscription ads!!"
Wow. And these are the smartest people we can find; the ones we've chosen to be in control of the world. That is impressive.))
So, yeah, from my uneducated-on-such-matters teenage point of view, he should have taken the risk, but I don't know if I would have. With the world-power equivalent of a mentally challenged eight year old kid running around holding a hand gun, in the form of the United States under the bush administration (which I refuse to capitalize), breathing down my back, I might have done the same. (although, that is one of the reasons why we do not elect sixteen year old world leaders, and why I do not currently intend on running for president).
The point is that we are all human, and we all make mistakes, given, some have much larger scale repercussions than others, but when a person tells me that "Hand on heart, I did what I thought was right.", that's a person I can forgive. I have a lot more to expend my energy on hating across the Atlantic, and besides, with Blair in power, I've felt undeniably, inexplicably safe.
And that's what struck me today when I watched what looked like a man (keep reading, I'm not suggesting he is in some way androgynous), who wasn't allowed to explicitly admit he'd done anything wrong, trying to apologise; despite his funny ears, despite his decision to back faith schools' veto to section 28, despite raising his children into a religion, despite all of his mistakes, I can't deny that I felt a loss.
A loss, I guess, of the sense of security that comes from having had a leader for so long that he crops up in one of your earliest memories, and an unexpectedly tangiable fear of the unknown, made even more dangerously real by the constant, stark reminder just an eight hour flight away of what can happen when the wrong person ends up in power.
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"you don't have to be a pilot to fly in the R.A.F." oh god, you don't? Christ, who's flying the planes then??!! hahaha, I know I just said that the situation should not be used as comic fodder, but what a perfect illustration of the stupidity of it all.
So Tony Blair resigned today. Resigned. I mean, he doesn't leave office until June 27th, but he's quit; ten years after a six year old me marched around my london house during elections chanting "to-ny-bleughr!", on the conviction from my conservative-voting father that he was "the bad guy", along with the added justification of my views that he was the head of some "party" (which confused me immensely-surely the running of the country is not to be intermeshed with such jovialities as parties?) whose color was red, and whose name was "Labour" (British spelling out of respect). Yeah, labour-you know, that thing women go into screaming and bleeding-blood-you know, the red stuff?...these links were sufficient logically in my six-year-old mind to confirm my father's claim, and so I was duly quite disappointed when he was elected prime minister.
I then took my place to sit back & ignore politics for the rest of my childhood-stepping back in only recently, at the revelation that, everywhere I looked, everyone seemed to hate the leader of their country. No society seemed to be capable of electing a suitable leader and sticking with them. Deeming this a pretty ridiculous situation, I decided to re-evaluate my own views. All I could see was that there was a war going on, for which the justification was disturbingly vague and disputed, and which the public were being, on the whole, disturbingly light-hearted about; it was on every comedy sketch around. Terrifying.
Yet, although I was witnessing all of this in Britain, I didn't have anything really against Blair; I mean, I didn't hate him. I knew how hard 9/11 had hit; to watch such a horrific thing happen in what I still consider to be my country on t.v. when I was ten years old was the most crushingly, unbearably terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. I was at boarding school at the time, and, without any trusted sources nearby to convince me otherwise, I walked around terrified and cried myself to sleep every night for over a month because I thought something that terrible happening meant the world was going to end. And, even within the sheltered environment I was in, I was pretty aware that the horror and outrage was public concensus. If we're being honest here (which we are-no lies in my blog, honey), whether or not the two were in fact linked, it looked it, and at a time when there was mass fear and paranoia, and such a huge threat sitting at our doorstep, the most dangerous thing that anyone, let alone the prime minister, could do, was to appear in any way un-patriotic or not as outraged as everyone else.
((NOTE: I am not saying that I ever thought of this war, or any war for that matter, as justified; I don't pretend to know anything about politics, but plain common sense and logic tells me that there must be a better way of dealing with a problem than just killing people. I mean, seriously-
"I want to do this."
"I disagree."
"Ok, well, how about we talk about it and try to sort something out?"
"Sure."
"Ah, screw it. We're not getting anywhere here, let's just send out a bunch of people to kill eachother-whoever kills the most wins?"
"Great idea! Let's go-race ya to the conscription ads!!"
Wow. And these are the smartest people we can find; the ones we've chosen to be in control of the world. That is impressive.))
So, yeah, from my uneducated-on-such-matters teenage point of view, he should have taken the risk, but I don't know if I would have. With the world-power equivalent of a mentally challenged eight year old kid running around holding a hand gun, in the form of the United States under the bush administration (which I refuse to capitalize), breathing down my back, I might have done the same. (although, that is one of the reasons why we do not elect sixteen year old world leaders, and why I do not currently intend on running for president).
The point is that we are all human, and we all make mistakes, given, some have much larger scale repercussions than others, but when a person tells me that "Hand on heart, I did what I thought was right.", that's a person I can forgive. I have a lot more to expend my energy on hating across the Atlantic, and besides, with Blair in power, I've felt undeniably, inexplicably safe.
And that's what struck me today when I watched what looked like a man (keep reading, I'm not suggesting he is in some way androgynous), who wasn't allowed to explicitly admit he'd done anything wrong, trying to apologise; despite his funny ears, despite his decision to back faith schools' veto to section 28, despite raising his children into a religion, despite all of his mistakes, I can't deny that I felt a loss.
A loss, I guess, of the sense of security that comes from having had a leader for so long that he crops up in one of your earliest memories, and an unexpectedly tangiable fear of the unknown, made even more dangerously real by the constant, stark reminder just an eight hour flight away of what can happen when the wrong person ends up in power.
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"you don't have to be a pilot to fly in the R.A.F." oh god, you don't? Christ, who's flying the planes then??!! hahaha, I know I just said that the situation should not be used as comic fodder, but what a perfect illustration of the stupidity of it all.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
on the whole "johazelwoods" thing
just thought, seeing as I often get asked about it, I'd give an official explanation for the "johazelwoods" thing. When I started out doing internet-y things it became clear that using my real name would be a bad idea a) because of it's ridiculous length, and b) because I don't really want to be stalked and/or killed. So basically it's my internet name, hence has no relation to my actual name (except the jo part, that's the real deal haha), 'but then why', you may ask, 'hazelwoods'? Well, my inquisitive friend, a few years ago, actually quite a few years ago, I found a reference in a book to a poem by W.B. Yeats called "The Song Of The Wandering Aengus" which looked interesting. So I looked it up and, as I had suspected I would, given the context I found it in, I adored it. 'You still haven't explained yourself, moron', I hear you say with mild aggravation. Well, keep your facial features pretty, I'm getting there. The first line of the poem is "I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head," and it grew from there. Oh, and the more exceptional of you may have also come to witness me referred to as "g.i.johazelwoods", which is basically the original with the addition of g.i. (as in g.i.joe). This appeared in my head after I saw G.I. Jane & placed it teary-eyed right into my top ten films list. Awesome movie. So there you have it; the story of the birth and early childhood of johazelwoods and her older, queerer, cousin g.i.johazelwoods.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
"life's a bitch."?
"life's difficult whichever way you look at it.", "life's a bitch & then you die.", et cetera, et cetera. People are always saying stuff like that, & I really hate it. What kind of perspective on life are you giving your child by telling them that "life's not fair." every time something goes wrong? Do you want your children to grow up cold and pessimistic (like you have, you despondent old loser)? I doubt it. Realistic, maybe; prepared for any turbulence headed their way, sure. But they will become neither of these things by growing up with the idea firmly planted in their head that life sucks. Life might suck for you, but that's your problem not your kid's-they might just manage to have an awesome life & fulfil all of their dreams despite your cynical parenting so give them a damn fighting chance at least! I'm side-tracking, but my point is that life is not a bitch-not even close, if you live it right. Life is an eighty or thirty or ten year course-& like any course, really, it is what you make it. If you walk into the class at the start of each lesson thinking oh god not this again, you'll never learn anything & probably never enjoy anything either. If you walk in thinking hey this could be pretty interesting, well, you get the idea. So, yeah, bad things do happen, & I know full well that we don't get to choose every lesson that we have to sit through, but if we can find it in ourselves to look for the good & learn from the bad, we can get to the point where we can drop the subjects we don't like & focus on what we want to do. It just takes a little (ok sometimes a lot) perserverence & faith in yourself.
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing."
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan
In the place of a quote, I suggest you go here www.missyhiggins.com , and listen to "Steer" as it is an awesome song which fits perfectly and she is just an awesome artist =]
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing."
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan
In the place of a quote, I suggest you go here www.missyhiggins.com , and listen to "Steer" as it is an awesome song which fits perfectly and she is just an awesome artist =]
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
marriage.
Here are some old rants I've unearthed from my journal, from a while back, on this could-you-find-a-more-biased-opinion topic. Though I must point out that I'm not quite so painfully pessimistic about the whole idea as I was at the time of writing, & I am aware that many people out there have managed to continue a happy marriage for a long time...(congratulations, by the way, if you're one of those people...woah.). It does make fairly entertaining reading though...haha...oh, and apologies for the shamelessly horrific sexism in the second one...haha...
January 2nd , '06
Ok, so, maybe 'love is like a drug', but I much prefer my analogy that marriage is like one of those reckless, irresponsible things that people do while high, like sleeping with a stranger, or jumping off a cliff...then, of course, there's that not dissimilar feeling of dread and depression on waking the next day, or, in the case of a marriage, in a few years, and finding that the person lying next to you is either someone you can't talk to, or someone you're not attracted to (or even both, if you're really unfortunate). Unluckily for the married, they can't just creep out before the other person wakes up & never see them again, until an embarrasing encounter while out shopping one day...it's not unheard of though...
January 18th, '06
Marriage. Who in their right mind would find that idea appealing? I mean, say, absolute best case scenario, you do actually find a soulmate/kindred/whatever, and you want to spend the rest of your life with them, why on Earth would you want to have some big ceremony and then sign a bit of paper which legally binds the two of you, meaning that if something ever does go tragically wrong, you have to go through the painful & expensive process of a divorce: which potentially irreversibly screws up any offspring which may have occured during the marriage, and leaves a phenomenally large hole in your no-longer-joint-bank-account to add to the pain & remind you of your lost love? Why? Why? Why?! Plus, if you intend on marrying a man, which I'm assuming far too many women are these days, due to the clear insanity which has driven them to do so for the last however long, the chances of an unhappy ending are increasingly likely due to what complete a******s they are. Ugh.
My revised & slightly more developed opinion...
Due to the fact that I can't really effectively (without hypocrisy...) argue for gay marriages while still arguing against marriages in general, I've re-thought my opinion on the constitution of marriage...(hangs head in shame...). Although more & more marriages are ending in divorce in various countries at the moment (which can't be an encouraging sign) there's no avoiding the fact that some people meet their soulmate at the age of sixteen, & they get married, & produce lots of wonderful children, & overcome everything that comes their way, & die, holding hands, still painfully in love. Therefore, I cannot completely discard marriage as pointless & pathetic as, clearly, some people are perfectly suited to it; my wonderful make-believe example couple may have thought of calling it quits a few times but stayed together for the one reason of the golden bands around their fingers, & realised, after everything was resolved, how terrible it would have been had they ever left one another's sides (where are these people, anyways? I'm assured they exist...). However (&, of course, there is a 'however'), I do strongly maintain that far too many people, whose situation doesn't even vaguely represent my Mr & Mr/Mrs & Mrs/ Mrs & Mr Perfect (boy, equality can be tiring) example, could quite happily have their huge ceremony, & eat cake, & buy clothes which they will only wear once for extortionate prices, & declare their love for eachother to everybody-hell, they can even wear rings if they want!-and not sign a contract. That way, they can have all the-I don't know-whatever it is people like about marriage ceremonies-& avoid all the trouble if they, at some point, come to the decision that they don't want to be together anymore.
Now, doesn't that sound like a far better idea?
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd; indeed, in view of the silliness of the majority of makind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible."-Bertrand Russel, Marriage and Morals
If you are a normal American living in a large metropolitan area marrying a normal college-educated American who is looking for the American dream (a nice house, kids, good life), then you have over 95% chance of either getting divorced or trapped in a miserable marriage.
4 out of 5 men regret marrying.
January 2nd , '06
Ok, so, maybe 'love is like a drug', but I much prefer my analogy that marriage is like one of those reckless, irresponsible things that people do while high, like sleeping with a stranger, or jumping off a cliff...then, of course, there's that not dissimilar feeling of dread and depression on waking the next day, or, in the case of a marriage, in a few years, and finding that the person lying next to you is either someone you can't talk to, or someone you're not attracted to (or even both, if you're really unfortunate). Unluckily for the married, they can't just creep out before the other person wakes up & never see them again, until an embarrasing encounter while out shopping one day...it's not unheard of though...
January 18th, '06
Marriage. Who in their right mind would find that idea appealing? I mean, say, absolute best case scenario, you do actually find a soulmate/kindred/whatever, and you want to spend the rest of your life with them, why on Earth would you want to have some big ceremony and then sign a bit of paper which legally binds the two of you, meaning that if something ever does go tragically wrong, you have to go through the painful & expensive process of a divorce: which potentially irreversibly screws up any offspring which may have occured during the marriage, and leaves a phenomenally large hole in your no-longer-joint-bank-account to add to the pain & remind you of your lost love? Why? Why? Why?! Plus, if you intend on marrying a man, which I'm assuming far too many women are these days, due to the clear insanity which has driven them to do so for the last however long, the chances of an unhappy ending are increasingly likely due to what complete a******s they are. Ugh.
My revised & slightly more developed opinion...
Due to the fact that I can't really effectively (without hypocrisy...) argue for gay marriages while still arguing against marriages in general, I've re-thought my opinion on the constitution of marriage...(hangs head in shame...). Although more & more marriages are ending in divorce in various countries at the moment (which can't be an encouraging sign) there's no avoiding the fact that some people meet their soulmate at the age of sixteen, & they get married, & produce lots of wonderful children, & overcome everything that comes their way, & die, holding hands, still painfully in love. Therefore, I cannot completely discard marriage as pointless & pathetic as, clearly, some people are perfectly suited to it; my wonderful make-believe example couple may have thought of calling it quits a few times but stayed together for the one reason of the golden bands around their fingers, & realised, after everything was resolved, how terrible it would have been had they ever left one another's sides (where are these people, anyways? I'm assured they exist...). However (&, of course, there is a 'however'), I do strongly maintain that far too many people, whose situation doesn't even vaguely represent my Mr & Mr/Mrs & Mrs/ Mrs & Mr Perfect (boy, equality can be tiring) example, could quite happily have their huge ceremony, & eat cake, & buy clothes which they will only wear once for extortionate prices, & declare their love for eachother to everybody-hell, they can even wear rings if they want!-and not sign a contract. That way, they can have all the-I don't know-whatever it is people like about marriage ceremonies-& avoid all the trouble if they, at some point, come to the decision that they don't want to be together anymore.
Now, doesn't that sound like a far better idea?
jo
xxx
post scriptum
"fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd; indeed, in view of the silliness of the majority of makind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible."-Bertrand Russel, Marriage and Morals
If you are a normal American living in a large metropolitan area marrying a normal college-educated American who is looking for the American dream (a nice house, kids, good life), then you have over 95% chance of either getting divorced or trapped in a miserable marriage.
4 out of 5 men regret marrying.
Monday, August 07, 2006
salve omnis...
Just thought I'd do an 'opening blog' type thing to introduce myself, & explain why I'm doing a blog, & what it's likely to contain. Basically I'm Jo; I'm 15 (at time of writing), I'm a liberal feminist, I recently discovered moveon.org & have deduced from the fact that I agree with most of their campaigns that, if anything, I'm a democrat. I have the second-hand experience of two divorces through my parents, I have moved house over nine times (including living on Staten Island for a year), and as a result I've been to seven different schools; a pretty crazy childhood, but I don't think I could've asked for a more admonitory, though kind of unavoidably callousing, preporatory period to adult life (not that I'm quite there yet, but I'm on the way, I guess. My, that was some sentence; did you see that?!). I'm a singer-songwriter & guitarist, I love cities, I love languages (especially Latin), & I love people (well, not all people, obviously...but interesting, decent people who I can have real conversations with). I'm half American (Native a while back, apparently.) & half Irish, & I was raised in London until about five years ago.
I have decided to start a blog basically because I love to write, & I have strong opinions on quite a few issues which (you never know) other people might find interesting. I've always written anyway, & if I wasn't raving on in a blog I'd be doing it in my journal so...hell, why not? I know I just spent an entirely narcissistic (I can't believe I spelt that right haha) amount of time describing myself, but I just figured I'd give a background to whatever I might write in here-I can assure you (if there even is or will be a 'you', considering that that insinuates the unlikely future existence of an audience.) that this really won't be just me going on about myself. What it will more likely be is a series of short essay-type rants about issues that I'm interested in, or random little thoughts that appear in my my mind for no reason, or accounts of places I've visited or situations I've found myself in. I'll also (if I manage to find time between my a-levels) try to find an interesting or worth-contemplating fact or statistic & funny or inspirational quote (possibly song lyrics) to put as a post scriptum (though likely not actually scriptum post, but oh well) at the end of each post (just a random idea...don't ask; I don't know)...so...well, I hope it makes good reading.
jo
xxx
Post Scriptum
"In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better."-Ellen Degeneres
According to research carried out by Stonewall, gay people and their lives are five times more likely to be portrayed in negative than positive terms on the BBC.
I have decided to start a blog basically because I love to write, & I have strong opinions on quite a few issues which (you never know) other people might find interesting. I've always written anyway, & if I wasn't raving on in a blog I'd be doing it in my journal so...hell, why not? I know I just spent an entirely narcissistic (I can't believe I spelt that right haha) amount of time describing myself, but I just figured I'd give a background to whatever I might write in here-I can assure you (if there even is or will be a 'you', considering that that insinuates the unlikely future existence of an audience.) that this really won't be just me going on about myself. What it will more likely be is a series of short essay-type rants about issues that I'm interested in, or random little thoughts that appear in my my mind for no reason, or accounts of places I've visited or situations I've found myself in. I'll also (if I manage to find time between my a-levels) try to find an interesting or worth-contemplating fact or statistic & funny or inspirational quote (possibly song lyrics) to put as a post scriptum (though likely not actually scriptum post, but oh well) at the end of each post (just a random idea...don't ask; I don't know)...so...well, I hope it makes good reading.
jo
xxx
Post Scriptum
"In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better."-Ellen Degeneres
According to research carried out by Stonewall, gay people and their lives are five times more likely to be portrayed in negative than positive terms on the BBC.
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