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This makes me both sad and happy at the same time.

Social Static

It's interesting to observe people's social behavior, and how you can clearly see a pattern.

The people who constantly wear rose-colored specs have no problem hanging out with this person, or that person, or inviting a crowd that clearly doesn't mesh to their birthday party. Everything is fine. Everyone is OK. 

There are those who will happily remain in the same job for years, because it's comfortable and safe, that will cling to the same people, no matter how fake or full of artificial sweetener their connections or common ground may be.

Others obviously prefer the company of those who are in awe of them. Those that kiss their pretty little bum no matter what they're like on the inside. For some it doesn't even matter the reasons that people want to be their friend, what matters is is that they have a fan. A source of never-ending adoration and praise. What could be sweeter?

And then there are others who, without any real social skills and who bring nothing to the table other than cakes baked with a heaping spoonful of desperation, who cling to each other. Like a brigade of odd socks or the stragglers that nobody wanted on their team. 

It's almost sad.

But, I suppose ignorance is bliss and that all most people want is to belong to something. To have dinner parties, people to Retweet what you say, and a band of mindless followers. 

How grand.

State of the [Fashionable] Union

This photo says so much about the state of the fashion industry, and their relationship with bloggers.

This is Grazia's view from the Dior show at Couture week in Paris... through a 13-year-old blogger's hat.

 

So, which PR company was in charge of this magical decision? 
 

What We 'Do'

IBwan: You OK?

CupCate: Yeah, just writing a post.

IBwan: Wow, amazing.

CupCate: What!?!

IBwan: ...isn't that like what you do?

CupCate: No, sometimes I watch Buffy.

IBwan: That's like me saying 'oh I wrote some code'.

CupCate: Actually you don't do that. More like you write emails about other people's code.

IBwan: Emails about a meeting to arrange a meeting about a meeting.

CupCate: There. We finally have a description for what you do.

Lazy Proud

I have been in my PJs all day. 

I woke up early. Watched the news. Ate a hot cross bun. 

And then I exfoiliated those "problem areas" on my face with a Q Tip and some cheap ass scrub, brushed my teeth, undid the birds nest in my hair, and threw on some mascara. (You know, to distract away from the red patches on my face, glasses and flat hair.)

And then, after about four episodes of Chelsea Lately, I naturally had to take a nap. 

During that nap, I kept dreaming about Snooki from Jersey Shore and planes landing in Haiti at that teeny tiny airport. Two natural things to dream about, obviously. 

(This is what happens when you just watch E! and Sky News all day.)

Iain's currently playing Super Mario Bros on the Wii, and I'm obviously hard at work blogging about how fucking lazy I am while making cooing noises whneever Yoshi makes an appearance.

The best part is, I don't even feel guilty about it. 

Not one mother fucking bit. 

When Left to Her Own Devices...

Iain won't be home until later tonight, so I'm on my own for dinner. 

On the bus on the way home I tried to decide what I should eat. 

And then I remembered I had three boxes of Three Cheese Macaroni & Cheese at home, and I got really, really excited. 

Shall I make myself some Mac & Cheese? Maybe cook up a little frozen garlic bread on the side? Holla!

And then I got home from Sainsburys and a few other shops and looked at the items I had brought back with me: 

 

And then I realized what my life would be like if I were single.

Marie Claire. Washing my hair. Chocolate. Fake pasta.

The Privileged & The Whinging

 I am the first to admit that many if not all of my problems are of the first world nature. I'll complain about a slow internet connection, the temperature of my latte and strop and grump around the airport if I don't get that free upgrade I was promised. 

However, yesterday, when thousands of Britons were complaining and whinging and bitching about how the snow was making them cold, or slowing down public transport, or generally acting as if the snow was a personal attack on their tight, daily schedule, I wanted to pull my hair out. Or maybe their hair out.

I'm not exactly a big humanitarian and I'll admit I don't even turn off the water when I'm brushing my teeth - but complaining about SNOW when there was a devastating, deadly  earthquake in Haiti with thousands of people dead or injured or missing... blood soaked rubble and people who are scared out of their mind as there are STILL aftershocks happening...sorry, but STFU about your fucking bus being late.

Yeah, I'm lucky that I work from home and don't have to fuck about with walking uphill, barefoot, in the snow, BOTH WAYS like y'all with proper jobs - but seriously, listen to how you sound for two seconds. 

This morning on GMTV there was a whole segment on people in Coventry and in smaller villages around the UK that have - get this - NOT HAD THEIR RUBBISH COLLECTED IN WEEKS. WEEKS I TELL YOU.

I found it hard to sit here and give a shit about the poor people in Coventry who could't be bothered to toss their own rubbish in their car and drive it to the tip themselves when there are people dead in the streets somewhere else. 

Like, yeah, having rubbish sitting around isn't nice. Especially if you have kids that are still in diapers or cat litter or you've never heard of a compost bin and have tons of rotting food in your bins. Yes, rats and foxes love that shit, so it might become a hassle. And it probably smells.

But some sassy blond chick sitting in her Ikea-tastic kitchen wagging her tongue about how, "I can get in to work every day, so the council should stop making excuses and at least come over here and drag my rubbish up the top of the road. Sometimes you have to go above and beyond," made me want to pick her up and drop her off in Haiti as a volunteer and then see how much she cares about her council coming to pick up her trash. Pissed off with your recycling laying around? Just think how fun it will be when you're surrounded by bodies, instead.

Again, I hate to sound like some, I don't know, humanitarian vegetarian egalitarian or whatever - but seriously. Some people really need to bring themselves up and out of their angry commuter, privileged existence and get some perspective.

Image via TimesOnline

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[Your Name Here] & Associates

I'm not really a fan of clichés or sayings - but there is one that I do believe in. 

"You are the company you keep."

Naturally we all converse and sometimes Tweet at people that are simply business contacts or acquaintances, regardless of how if we personally like them or would want to hang out with them. This is commonly known as being political, polite, or not a jerk. 

But there is quite a difference between throwing an @ someone's way every other blue moon or saying a quick hello at an event and going out for cocktails, collaborating or acting like online BFFs.

I'm in no position to tell people who they can and cannot speak or Tweet to. People can do as they like - however - I'm still going to judge you for it. 

Sometimes when people befriend a wolf in sheep's clothing simply because they don't know any better.

Is it your job or place to warn them? To send a quick, "Hey, I saw you speaking to _____, and I just thought you should know that..." email?

No.

Unless your best friend is about to marry a serial killer and has no clue - you can't say shit. It's not your place. If they ASK you, then that's something different, but it's not your job to play the Friendship Police. 

However, if it's blatantly obvious how someone is, or what their game is, or what their reputation is like, and people still think the sun shines out of their ass and that they are exactly the kind of person they like to associate themselves with - all I have to say is that you are the company you keep. 

Getting drinks with the industry gossip? You must like to gossip.

Giving a congregation of morons link love and Tweeting at them every five seconds? ONLINE BFFS 4EVA.

I could bring up how the sayings "actions speak louder than words" and "the enemy of your enemy is your friend" also spring to mind, but I think you get the point. 

"Blow Your Lunch"

All I've done over the past few days is shop. During my all too frequent outings to various malls and shops, I've discovered some interesting bits. 

Meat Gum

 
  

For a whopping 64 cents at Walgreens you can buy chewing gum that looks like bologna and hot dogs. As a kid, I recall actually eating and enjoying the hot dog gum. However, what I don't remember is the "Blow Your Lunch" tagline. 

The Carousel "Kitty of Death"

This cat scares the crap out of me.