The Breakfast Club

I watched this movie for the first time the other night – It has been on my “to watch” list for a very long time. I LOVED it. I finally know what Molly Ringwald looks like, but actually it was one scene that really got to me:

Allison: Have you ever done it with a normal person?
Claire: Didn’t we already cover this?
Bender: You never answered the question.
Claire: Look, I’m not gonna discuss my private life with total strangers.
Allison: It’s kind of a double-edged sword, isn’t it?
Claire: A what?
Allison: Well, if you say you haven’t, you’re a prude. If you say you have, you’re a slut! It’s a trap. You want to but you can’t but when you do you wish you didn’t, right?
Claire: Wrong.
Allison: …Or, are you a tease?
Andrew: She’s a tease.
Claire: Why don’t you just drop it?
Andrew: You’re a tease and you know it, all girls are teases!
Bender: She’s only a tease if what she does gets you hot.
Claire: I don’t do anything!
Allison: That’s why you’re a tease.
Claire: Okay, lemme ask you a few questions.
Allison: I’ve already told you everything!
Claire: No, doesn’t it bother you to sleep around without being in love? I mean don’t you want any respect?
Allison: I don’t screw to get respect; that’s the difference between you and me.
Claire: Not the only difference, I hope.
Bender: Face it, you’re a tease.
Claire: I’m not a tease!
Bender: Sure you are! Sex is a weapon! You said it yourself; you use it to get respect!
Claire: No, I never said that. She twisted my words around.
Bender: Oh, then what do you use it for?
Claire: I don’t use it period!
Bender: Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?

So the biggest question is; how has life not changed since 1985? How are women still categorised at Slut, Prude or Tease? I’m sure somewhere between then and now, feminism happened, or did that happen before? I’m not great with “History”. Either way, whoever claire decides to sleep with or not sleep with shouldn’t make her a slut, prude or tease.  My experiences of this are purely based on TV and film, but I’m sure there are people out there with first hand experience of this. So, along with my mum’s polka dot suit, the word’s “slut, prude and Tease” are best left in the 80’s. Thank you very much.

In fact this film and it’s quotes could inspire a billion blog posts and I feel like I could get very boring with talking about it. For such a simple idea, and what I imagine must have been quite a low budget movie (set essentially in 1 room with 5 actors), it is amazing. Each character, different and unique, with underlying themes running throughout. Despite it being a film about 5 american teenagers in the 80’s, it felt very relevant to me and modern day society. In fact – I think I will continue to talk about this film for a quite a few blog posts… stay tuned.

The Green Eyed Monster

Everyone gets jealous now and then, it doesn’t make me a bad person right?

I recently had an extremely small melt down over a friends fantastic news. I don’t want to sound like a complete bitch , I was very happy for them, I just wanted to be able to say “me too”. I didn’t want to take away their joy, it’s not like a race where only one person comes first and then you have to settle for being a runner up. What I think shocked me the most was that before this conversation I was incredibly happy. I went from happy to complete despair in 0.2 seconds.

I’ve never really been a jealous person. When friends bought houses first, got married first, had new clothes when I was skint, I was always able to say, well I have such a such instead. This new feeling of jealousy was a complete shock.

I have a great job, great friends, a husband who I love (most of the time), a house I can totally visualise being amazing one day, when it’s finished. I always get at least 1 holiday a year. In short if I don’t have it, chances are I don’t really want it.

Have you seen that film with Jennifer Anniston – friends with money? I don’t really remember much of it but there is one scene that sticks in my head. She is trying to moisturise with this sample pot of moisturiser, but there isn’t enough left and she gets really frustrated and throws the pot across the bathroom. All she wanted was this moisturiser, the thing is all her friends had it. She just couldn’t afford it. I have never felt like that, that pure frustration at the unfairness of life. Just the usual teenage tantrum stuff my mum would reply with “life’s not fair”.

I have 2 friends -a couple- who I love, but they just have all the luck in the world. It’s like they have their own separate God who watches out for them and the rest of us share this one stressed out Intern trying to do his best. Despite this I don’t get jealous of them, yes she is prettier than me, but she enjoys salad and exercise. I always think about how much I have and equally, how different we are as people. Yes, on the outside they have more, but I wouldn’t swap my stuff for theirs.

In short, whilst I have, obviously, experienced jealousy, this was brand new, I suppose with its intensity, what has stuck with me is that, there is nothing I can do about it and equally, I am just ignoring it completely and focusing on the happy part. I feel like a fully fledged grown up. Go Me!

Where would I be without you….

If I think back to every big event in my life, every awful day, every great day, promotions, engagements, depression, every big event has be swiftly followed by a phone call, text or visit with one of my girls.

Growing up I always got along better with boys, always had male friends and even now, I find guys easier to make friends with, to approach, and hangout with. That being said, there is something truly amazing about the women in my life.

When I talk to my husband about problems, he doesn’t know what to say. He is fully on my side, 100% supportive but he can’t express it. I am yet to meet a girl, or a woman, I don’t want to offend with my choice of language here. I am yet to meet a female who can’t at least say, yea, life’s shit sometimes.

My role models, as I assume everyone’s do, create this vision of who I want to be. A Frankenstein’s monster of lovely bits of everyone I know, love or admire.

The Queen – her stability mainly, but also, she is 91! She is still rocking at her age, she just smiles through life with a posh handshake and an excellent attitude. Plus she gave us Prince Phillip and his excellent wisdom. Behind every great man is a woman, well equally behind every great woman is a man.

My mum – My grandad had an excellent way with words (hahaha), But he described my mum excellently when he said she had a great sense of humour which means she can handle everything thrown at her. I’m paraphrasing, his actual quote was much better, must get my mum to remind me of that. Her sense of humour is amazing, she has a joke or a pun for every occasion. Yes she can be serious when she needs to be, but I find it much easy to laugh through pain. The pain has less power then.

My Sister – We are both very judgemental – happy to mock an outfit we hate, but she has never judged me. She has always been there, whenever or whatever I’ve needed, and if that’s not enough, she is rasing the next generation of Strong women. Evelyn and Ayda will change the world – If they could just stop arguing with each other for long enough. How Nat goes everyday with these 2 small, strong willed, determined women is an act of sure brilliance, but not only does she manage them (or they manage her..??), She is raising them to be the wonderful girls they are. Bravo!!

All my friends are incredible, they are strong and beautiful. They all amaze me that they are so sure of who they are and where they are going whether it is in their relationships, their children, their work, their hobbies, passions, beliefs. They fundraise, raise awareness, protest. They all have their own stories, triumphs, obstacles they have all overcome. They craft, read, volunteer, play sports, sit in their PJs all day. They know who they are and are not ashamed. Yea, maybe they won’t be written about or have statues. Maybe they will. But they inspire me.