SPOILER ALERT.

DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SCREAM 4 OR WOULD LIKE TO SEE SCREAM 4:

So I went and watched Scream 4 last night and i actually felt like one of those people who dress up for Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter or whatever. I was so giddy over the display of gore and horror that was ahead of me.

I order my icee, while feeling lightheaded I walked into Cinema 1 and took my seat right up the back. (So there would be no chance of anything coming at me from behind)

The movie I have to say was very well designed and acknowledged the previous 3 Screams in a satirical yet significant manner.

I sat there with a cocky mentality that I knew all the possible twists and turns (due to being a weird fan of horror), and yet my jaw hit the floor when the killer was finally revealed.

However, the moral of the story made my eyes sparkle with vicious satisfaction. (A moral to a horror? yes.)

Now here we go with a semi-spoiler:

The moral of the story was basically that people get famous for fucked up shit happening to them. They are famous for nothing. The line between infamy and fame has become so blurred due to technology and social media.

The numerous smart ass references to Facebook and Twitter were rife throughout the movie, including blogs.

(The blogger gets killed, which made me feel a little insecure as I walked back to the carpark after the film.)

It is so true.

A great majority of the "famous elite" are famous for absolutely nothing.

And even famous for doing fucked up things or having fucked up things done to them.

Example: Kim Kardashian, Kendra Wilkinson, Danielle Staub, Paris Hilton- All "SEX TAPE VICTIMS" (PFFTTTT!!!!)

Poor darlings, poor naive darlings getting their square tits and bleached asses out for their "boyfriend/cameraman" or sucking on some dick in night vision, only to have THE TAPE RELEASED?!?!?!

Who ever knew that would ever happen to them?

On the cusp of being a household name, and then oh no! A sex tape is released and you become a reality TV star and an icon for young girls everywhere.

Fuck you.

I dont even know what is art anymore.

Is art when you can see someone's clit ring as they grind up on some headless guy with Shaggy playing in the background?

Is it creative when you churn spin off after spin off of mind numbing reality television, where if you were actually to be woken up out of your corporate coma you would realise they arent actually speaking about anything, or doing anything.

Is it inspiring when someone looks sooooo HOT all the time, even in their mug shot?

It took Scream 4 to hopefully reach out to the "artistic", "creative" and "inspired" to quit putting more holes in the ozone layers of our brains and find another way to make ridiculous amounts of money and yet go to sleep every night in their 800 count egyptian (yeah where the insane riots are) cotton sheets and sleep well knowing that THEY ARE MAKING A DIFFERENCE.

Fuck you, fuck this oppression that is so well disguised, it might as well be Ghostface himself.

You are murdering the ideals of our youth and the future of our world with your superficial fame and your prada bags.

Stabbing and gutting all the work of generations before that opened the mind and the heart.

You make me want to SCREAM.

SHOVE IT UP YOUR GRASS.

What with the recent announcement of Splendour in the Grass' 2011 line up mixed with the current status of Coachella , it makes for a rather critical cocktail.

I dont know who it is who deems it legitimate to comment or compare these two festivals together.

Lets not even get started with Glastonbury.

I am very very happy for you if you can gather the funds and time to participate in the wonders of overseas festival life.

I am not happy when you decide to compare such huge events to ones of the like in Australia.

Australia is not America or Great Britain.

While we are rich in our sincerity and community (especially at events such as Splendour in the Grass), we do not have the capacity to host an event to accommodate an array of spectacular musical acts, what we lack in scale we make up for in heart.

Therefore, comparing a festival such as Splendour in the Grass to Coachella or Glasto may be in some ways complimentary, but then followed by negative snarly undertones.

I realise that Splendour will not get as many big names or indie darlings to their stages, but fuck they are well aware of their capacity.

The capacity being a festival in the winter sun accompanied by whoever wants to play and whoever wants to go with some psychedelic trimmings.

I resent the comparison of line ups

of crowd

of prices.

Why does it have to be a competition?

And why do these types of people believe in dragging the best three days of my year through the mud for their own personal benefits?

And yes I am talking about on their Facebooks, blogs, faces etc.

If you have a problem with Splendour, that is just great but keep it to when you are cuddling up to your pillow boy/girlfriend crying into it,

"WHY OH WHY IS THE LINE UP SO SHIT? WHY OH WHY IS IT $525 FOR A CAMPING AND EVENT TICKET? WHY OH WHY IS IT IN WOODFORDIA AND NOT BYRON AGAIN? SPLENDOUR AND LIFE IS SO SHIT! I AM TOTES NOT GOING & AM MAKING SURE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY 'FRIENDS' ON FACEBOOK KNOWS IT."

shut the fuck up...

By bitching, whining and making these outrageous comparisons (and therefore including yourself in the selected few that get to attend these overseas festivals) could be seen as extremely tacky in a way.

Just like screaming the virtual house down about your new louis vuitton bag or your hermes scarf that came in the post.

We understand you are having the time of your own little life, but please do not feel the need to bring others down into the self obsessed shame spiral that you have made for yourself.

Have some humility and grace about your good fortune,

Speaking of that check me out in Cleo magazine hey it came out today and mentions the blog. Also, please keep reading my blog and did I tell you I got a new pair of Karen Walkers in the post AND that I am going to Splendour in the Grass this year?

OMG my life is just so fucking awesome.