the double standard

Here is the thing.

When girls go out, they prepare themselves.
They shave their legs, their underarms (and any other part of their body they think needs a good flick of the razor...), and they wash their hair, they style their hair. They look at their cosmetic case and make up their minds about whether it is worth it to have their face fall off if going out clubbing, or if they are having a slumber party for two - will it detract if it ends up all over the sheets or on the other partner?
Once that decision is made, it then becomes a matter of what one is to wear.
Hours can be spent negotiating the wardrobe, creating that outfit which will wow not only those with you - but also those watching you - with jealous eyes.
Don't even get me started on choosing a pair of shoes... do you go flats, which will make the dancing easier, or heels that make your butt and calves look better than your ex's current squeeze?


When our male counterpart goes out (now I am super generalizing here... if you are one of the few who thinks long and hard about your appearance... I am single) - they generally grab the nearest item of clothing off the floor that smells clean, and double score if it has no stains.
Yet, and herein lies the rub... due to what appears to be the over population of women in the western world - we have to accept these men as the crème of the crop.
The best we are able to get, as for some reason they believe they always look their best, and still expect us to go that extra effort to make us ourselves accepetable in their eyes.

When did this double standard appear? In the animal kingdom, it is the male counterpart who has to work for the affection of the female... so why do I have to work so hard to attract the attention of a male?
And when I do, he is not exactly the kind I would love to bring home to meet the mother. 
They are either creepy stalker kind of men, or ones that just make no effort, and I wonder why I'm trying to bother at all.

But what is the solution? Stay forever single, grow old and start collecting cats?
Not exactly what I thought was in the cards for me.

So here is my plea - men step up your game, or else - It is time we women go on a man strike.
And then you're going to have to work mighty hard to gain my affection.


In other news, I have a new hair style



Too many people have thought this is my natural hair colour.
Also, I have to learn to shut my wardrobe doors at some point.  


/end rant

Have I got the X-Factor?

So, its March - and you know what that means?
I haven't blogged for over two months.

I said I would try to be a better blogger, not that it would happen.

Let us move on from that horrible information and talk about the new aspects of my life.
As the world is all about me, didn't you know?

Myself and a friend at the Venga Boys concert. 

March 18th is the Perth audition for the reality tv show X-Factor, and I am thinking about entering this year, for funzies.

So I need to hear what you think?
From that, you probably want to hear what I sound like, right?
So, I'm getting my act together - and I'm going to record a couple of songs... get you guys to listen to them, and let me know what you think.

So you're going to have a few posts from me very soon... and as I didn't say it before...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
(Also, I'm now old... so please, send your sympathy presents to me...)
xox

Nature 1, Megan 0 - till we meet again nature.

Good Afternoon Internets,

I hope this post finds you well.

I have recently returned from a camping trip Down South in Walpole (South West, Western Australia).
It was meant to be a relaxing trip away from the hard life that is the city (who am I kidding, I live in Perth... its not really a city...).

As I was saying, it was meant to be relaxing... but little did I... or my mother know some of it it would be anything but.
I think my poor mother saw a side of me she never has before, and it was rage. Pure unadulterated rage.
I don't like bugs... or any pests for that matter.
I hate flies... but I could live with them. The Horse Flies however - I believe I asked my dear mother more than once, why couldn't Noah just swatted them before sailing away on his ark?
The only answer I have, is so that they could try and kill me whilst on a relaxing break.
These beasts are so set on ruining your day, that they even find ways of eating your flesh through your clothing.
I think they must have mated with cockroaches along the evolutionary trail, as these part godzilla flying dragons wouldn't die, no matter how much bug spray was cursed in their direction, nor from my skilled flicking abilities (I do have siblings...).

As the day progressed though, these winged killers went back to the pits of hell from whence they came. In their place came the blood sucking vampires and giant winged wombats... No Edward Cullen did not join us for a spot of dinner...
the mozzies and gigantic moths appeared to ruin my dinner.
Seriously, they were as big as my face.
The only thing that made dinner bearable was my mother and the fact that we had beer.

On about day three of our camping adventure, we managed to start cooking before the sun went down, and lo and behold another pest made their way into special dinner time. At first I thought it was going to be a lovely cute moment...

I was wrong.
Singing to the Kookaburra only made them come back in packs... and steal our food.

Then they came back every night.
Luckily, my mother got to see me swear like I have never sworn before.
I think it was a beautiful moment for us both.

Luckily on our trip however, we were able to buy honey mead, which is one of the sweetest things you'll ever get drunk on; and all sorts of ciders.
And olives; and if you know one thing about our family, is we love our olives.

till next time internet,
m

ps. I turn 24 in a month (my sister just reminded me...) holy macaroons...

Sometimes I just think of myself as a horrible person

I know I said I was going to try to be a better blogger - sigh what a joke that was.

However, I have finished uni for the year - so I will see what summer brings.
You may have noticed I said for the year and not for life, here is what happened. I got so sick, that I failed a unit, and there was no way to fix it.
So at least another semester is needed... but I have a plan (I always have a plan).
I'm going to pick up some politics units and maybe some English literature - have yet to make up my mind on that one.
I think that way I'l be a more rounded journalist.
Plus when I was filling out the application for the ABC cadetship, I just didn't have enough experience as a journalist for me to believe that I could even be considered.
So this up coming year, the year the world is meant to end - will be me trying to gain experience as a journalist and finding ways to fill up that quota.

I'm also going to be going on a camping trip with my mum starting tomorrow. Hopefully there will be internet access, just so that I can still be in contact with the world.
I'm going to use this time however to try and edit my novel.
I've been working on it for about 9 years now, so I think it is almost time for it to see the light of day - and have a chance at being published.

Well that is the plan anyway.

Also I painted my nail's red - not sure I like it.
What do you think?

Yeah I don't know either.

"Shame is worse than death" Russian Proverb

My dear friends, family, other people who have somehow mistakenly fallen onto this blog...

How could I have left it so long between posts? I'll never know.

I am now here to rectify this problem.

If I say I'm sorry, who am I really apologising too?
I guess myself. As soon as it became a month after my last post I was saddened with myself for letting it become this late.

Starting now, I vow to try to blog more often.

I'm not going to promise that it will happen, due to the horrible evidence that I am not one who has a great track record. Instead I will try harder and all that...

I am now getting ready to try and finish up this semester. This will be the time that I will be marking off the section of the exam papers with yes, I am graduating...

What a scary thought. 

I have no idea what I am meant to do next year. 

Do I stay at university for another year and do my graduate diploma, or try to find a real job?

It is giving me a lot to think about, and if you have any ideas - you should really let me know!

Now, as I said from my last post, some photos from Supa Nova!

Me as Dr River Song (season 6 DW) with the 11th and 10th Doctors.

River Song with the 4th Doctor

And yes, that is a wig.

ALSO fun facts:

I am currently a director in PAANDA (Performing Arts Association of Notre Dame Australia)'s pantomime of Snow White and the 7th Dwarf.

It is a modern re-telling of the classic, and hopefully will be awesome.

To prove my point here are some pictures (photos taken by close friend and Marketing Manager: Marissa Collova)

Me with one of the Stage Managers, Andy

Me stepping in for one of the characters... thats right if you don't behave I will punch the actors.

Watching some of the male actors trying to get one of the routines down.

Teaching the routine to "Single Ladies"

Still teaching "Single Ladies"

Stage Manager Andy and Me performing "Single Ladies" to the rest of the cast.

As you can tell, this production is going to be amazing! :D

Walking with the Bennetts

I believe I have been channeling my inner Elizabeth Bennet recently.
Instead of waiting for a carriage (read the bus) in the cold, I've been walking home from work. It's a long walk, an over two hour walk. I always think I'm a bit of an idiot afterwards and wonder why I did it again.

It has happened more than once, I have looked over the days that I feel the urge, and it has coincided with mornings I've had a giant can of red bull (to stay awake whilst at work...) - so a little different from Lizzie Bennett; who actually enjoyed her walks.
My mother is proud of me - which confuses me, she is proud that I can walk? I do believe she is the one who taught me...
What the Bennetts never had to do was data entry, or call persons for their latest email address as the one we have "returned to sender". None of them had to make each and every call sound sincere.
I'm not trying to sound ungrateful.
It is a job that pays the bills and the book obsession I seem to have.

It is also helping to pay for my fun filled weekend at the Supanova, pop culture convention (read getting my super geek on).
So I should be happy enough for that, right? It's a count the blessings kind of moment.

In saying that, Supanova weekend...
Yes there will be photos... xox

Friendly Fire

I have a slight problem.
How do you tell a friend that the girl he is currently with: is using him, is treating him horribly, and he should get out now? 


Without sounding like a horrible person?


In a Hollywood film it would end up that I am in love with the friend, telling him would mean I'd lose him, but it ends up he loves me too and then through something miraculous we'd be brought back together, get married and have 100's of babies... 
Sounds far-fetched but that's Hollywood for you.

However, this is life - not Hollywood's fantasy land and I'm not in love with my friend; I'm just freaking concerned for him.
This is his first girl friend, and I know he doesn't want to feel the way he did before having someone in his life... But she is a horrible person. She lies outright to his face, all the time.
I haven't met her yet, but I want to - just so I can punch her in the face.

One solid one for treating such a gentle person so horribly!

Who does she think she is?
She is jealous of all his friends, more so with the ladies. I can't quite work this one out: he was friends with these people before he even met her, so if he wanted to be with them, he wouldn't have chosen to date her...
I don't understand humans!

Her latest trick has been trying to guilt him into things. 
To tell him he is selfish and should buy her things...
Oh my dear lord above, that man be selfish? He can guilt himself into buying his friends things, by now she will have been showered in gifts. 


From what I can gather she has seen how much he earns and is gold digging her way into the rest of his life. 

I just don't know how to tell him he has made the biggest mistake of his life. He has already told her he loves her, and his friends are distancing themselves from him so they don't have to meet his evil shadow. 

That is not how life should be. 
If you've managed to keep friends this long after high school (and can still find things to talk about...) that should be congratulated, and you could presume that it would be a life long friendship -  until some woman comes along and ruins everything!
Horrible specimen of a human that even the devil himself would be afraid of.


On a side note, I'm thinking of having a dinner party and inviting old high school friends over.
 - excuse me while I go polish my knuckle dusters.