Monday, 8 February 2016

Dick Pics. Men, Don't Be So Cocky

"I wish my inbox was filled with pictures of penises"


You know what? I am sick to the back teeth of having my inbox "penetrated" by penises.  ENOUGH.

Ladies, I am not alone in wondering what on EARTH makes men send pictures of their dick to women that don't even know their name, am I?

I made the mistake of opening my Twitter DM so that anyone can message me if they need to talk,  I now have so many dick pictures that I could create a Hall Of Fame, Shame for dicks.

Monsters Inc

Men who send me dick pics remind me of cats bringing dead animals to my back door. They think they are doing me a favour, and they are ever so proud of their offering, but at the end of the day, it's not useful, it looks quite vile and I really don't want to touch it.

It came as a startling realisation to me one day that men are not sending us pictures of their penis because they are proud of them. It is a way to shock women, to frighten them, in the same way that EVERY wall that is covered in graffiti contains at least ONE crudely drawn penis, it is a shock tactic. You rarely, if ever see a drawing of a vagina on a wall, but cock pictures? EVERYWHERE.

MEN, Keep your dicks where you can see them, not where we can see them, because trust me, we don't want them popping up in our inbox.

Ladies, do you agree? How many times have you received pictures of penises that you haven't requested?

Let me know.


Saturday, 6 February 2016

Shutter Day

Which is your favourite? 

Big Fashionista. Xxx


Friday, 5 February 2016

Nom or Vom

Well with all that's been going on this week, who can blame me for pulling this one out of the hat? 

Now this guy I think is going to be a difficult one, personally I think he has matured into a great looking guy with a lot of character but for some people, he will ONLY ever be, Joey from Friends.

Ladies and Gents,

I bring you, MATT LE BLANC.

And not only am I asking you, Nom or Vom, I also want to know.

Top Gear or Not Gear.

Let me know.

Big Fashionista X X x


Thursday, 4 February 2016

What Were You Wearing, Roosh V?

So it seems that the self-professed king of pick-up artists Daryush Valizadeh, otherwise known as knob, wanker, tosser, Roosh-V has cancelled his "meetings" across the world as he cannot guarantee the safety or privacy of its attendees.

Let that just sink in for a second,

The man who lists, STOP ASKING PERMISSION, as one of his top pick up tips, cannot guarantee the SAFETY of the men who attend.

Excuse me while I mop up the tears, which I have not yet shed, for this man and his followers.

This man does not care about the safety of women, he teaches other men not to care about the safety of women, and yet when the tables are turned? He bleats that his rights are being violated.

Get the fuck out.


Perhaps, if only for a second, this man and his followers are now feeling just a fraction of the fear that women can and DO feel when they are on the receiving end of unwelcome advances. We run that gauntlet wherever we go. popping to the shops, walking down the street, pushing a buggy, there is no sanctuary from unwelcome advances.

Perhaps someone should ask Roosh-V what he was wearing when he started to feel unsafe.

Perhaps he brought it on himself?


How much had you had to drink, Mr Roosh?

Are you SURE you wanted to cancel? Did YOU SAY the words clearly?

Because these are the words that women hear every time an assault happens.

NO-ONE WANTS YOU HERE, we are GLAD you have cancelled your plans, and if you rearrange them, WE WILL tell you again and again that you are not welcome here.



Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Fly On The Wall

So whilst certain men are throwing shade all across Twitter and grabbing the wrong end of the stick, the women involved in the petty little showdown are basically setting the media on fire by sharing THIS SELFIE and showing that they CAN break the Internet.

But what do YOU think they are saying?

Let me know.

Big Fashionista X X X 

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Own Your Shit

Now I think we are ALL aware that I am not the person to look to for inspirational posts. Want to be inspired? Look in the goddamn mirror, because you? You are awesome. Genuinely, you rock. Well done on being you.

But yesterday was the 1st of February, and everywhere I went, I saw THIS doing the rounds.

This crap makes me sad. January was a long arsed month, you made it through. We lost some DAMN good people, we cried, we laughed, we got angry at stuff and we probably used some bad words. But we cannot treat January as a "trial month" it happened. Did we make mistakes? Possibly. Did we get things wrong? Maybe.

But let us not deny that it happened.

I think we need to OWN THIS SHIT.

Learn from it, whatever happened in January. Life doesn't give you do-overs. We don't get to start 2016 again, sorry, but we are a month in, we have hit first base. we don't get to deny its existence. We are not Ostriches. This is LIFE.

January wasn't a trial run. where the hell do you go from there? do you treat 2016 as a trial run if it goes tits up? NOPE.


Own it, learn from it, move past it.

Don't you agree?


Monday, 1 February 2016

Celebrity (Not) Spotting

Last week I attended a fabulous event at XS Hair in Leeds where I spent the evening having a Cryotherapy facial, sipping Prosecco and having my hair styled. I PROMISE, i will be going into a lot more detail on the Cryotherapy in the coming weeks as I am going to be going back to have more treatments in the future.

But you know how it goes at events and parties? You mingle, you talk business, you chat to various people who you have never met before, and then you go on your merry way.

Which is fab.

Unless you are me, and then what you ACTUALLY DO is, chat to whom you think must be the boyfriend of a member of staff, (he seemed like a nice guy) go on your merry way and then find out via Facebook that he is actually an actor in a soap.

Look, I don't watch soaps so thats my excuse. Apparently this is NOT the boyfriend of one of the members of staff, this is Michael Parr, who plays Ross Barton in Emmerdale. Personally this means nothing to me. I am still none the wiser.

But when I discussed it with friends afterwards, it seemed like EVERYONE had a story of how they had chatted to a celebrity without knowing who they were until afterwards, so I thought, if I share my story. perhaps you could share yours with me.

Have you chatted to a celebrity before without knowing who they are? Shared drinks with a movie star? Bumped into a singer and only realised afterwards?

Let me know,
I want to hear your stories.

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