THIS IS KAREN.

anorexia, ocean views and love lost- the recipe of another great Australian drama.

THIS IS KAREN

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STOCKY

I have to admit I did spit out a bit of my vita weet while watching this...in class...at uni...to the teacher's horror and amusement.

from Alex Mattila and Thomas Stockwell.

Pretty much the Maverick and Iceman of Coastal film.

MAYBE NOT TODAY, MAYBE NOT TOMORROW BUT SOON AND FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

I am enrolled in a first year subject in my last semester of university, and have to say that while it is annoying with all the group activities and introduction seminars, there is one plus.

I get to watch extremely dramatic and romantic movies splashed with film noir and forbidden love.

I get to pretend that im not deep in the western suburbs and escape with violins and black and white film for an hour or so which leaves me breathless (but that could actually be from the immediate cigarette i have after the screening- who knows)

It got me thinking about romance and how things have changed since these kind of movies came out.

While the majority of comments are sexist and some racist, you could look past these to see the beauty and the ignorance of the time.

and with this ignorance, subtlety and intrigue were born.

Something I believe is lacking in our generation of wanting to know all and discuss all there possibly is.

Tits and ass are a staple of most films nowadays, and im not complaining (it sure exhibits how far we have come?) but we do lack that olden day motif of lust that is implied rather than written with big fat permenant texta on a set of fake DD's stuck on some peroxide piece with not much to say.

Has the sexism of yesteryear that was so obvious been dulled down into what we see in films today?

It could be a legitimate argument.

I dont necessarily see body cons and tits that pretty much need foundation over the nipple as very revolutionary for obliterating the oppression of women.

I dont find the videos of certain 'artists' with women hanging off them that are shown with having about as much worth as a bottle of passion pop.

Maybe the sexist remarks such as "sweetheart" and "shut your mouth darling" that can be found in the films of the 40s, are just now masked in the lurid imagery of the modern day woman in film right now.

As I have said before, rom coms shit me up the wall.

Especially when it is always the career driven woman who finally realises her career dont mean shit unless there is a hunk in her life, (refer to 'IF THIS IS A ROM COM, KILL THE DIRECTOR) can be seen as that form of sexism that is found in the wives of old cinema.

Besides that point, it just made me nostalgic for a moment in time that I wasnt even on this earth for, which made me wonder how I could relate to it so strongly.

And I honestly dont know. Maybe it is because we have all been raised on a breakfast of hope, romance and lust- which in the modern day, our kids could be raised on a 'brunch' of ho's, bitchez and sluzzas.

If they are, I hope they can pop down to BlockBuster (or by then who knows it could be renamed CockBuster as sex does seem to sell- but I have to admit I would shop at CockBuster) and pick up Casablanca or Double Idemnity and realise just how much times have changed.

DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER, I HEARD YOU SAY.

As a generally angry person (but sort of in a julia stiles in ten things i hate about you fashion), I was shocked to find that recently there have been alot of blows to the system, causing rage and resentment across the board.

So much so, that yesterday afternoon I yelled at a woman on the train who made me move my humungous bag onto my lap as she wanted to sit next to me instead of the man behind me.

I then managed to drop my MX and get the shits at the speed of light to which I grabbed my stuff and said "im sorry i can not do this" and moved across the seats to a lone middle seat....you know what...fuck it, that has nothing to do with why I was so pissed off yesterday.

So as to not put anyone in the lurch here I will be ambiguous at the beginning, but then get to the point so bear with me.

I was doing a creative thing for a thing you look at, and I went in there, guns blazing excited about the prospect of being a feature for a day.

To which I immediately felt uncomfortable, and not because they were stripping me of everything that represents who I am, but the way they went about it as well.

Accusing me of not adhering to their "standards".

Calling me "eccentric" and labelling my style as "dramatic"

Not only did this hurt my feelings but it shattered something within me, that I think will take a while to piece back together again.

My sense of self.

Now I know, you are thinking..."she must have no sense of self to begin with, being that it shattered to easily."

But it has been a long long time coming, with a constant stream of comments noticing things about me, which I do not welcome and try to ignore.

But yesterday just was the straw that broke the camel with short hair and winged eyeballs back.

I know you should be proud of who you are and the way you present yourself to society. It is a basic issue that should be a choice you make, not one that is constantly thrown into the limelight and snickered at.

I dont mind being asked innocent questions such as "why do you do yourself up like that?"

whatever.

But when I am made to look like every fucking cookie cutter girl out there for the sake of a "reputation" is when it makes me sick to my stomach.

What has become so wrong about being who you are?

Whether it be a huge goth wandering around Camdentown or a bookworm rattling about your university campus.

Each to their fucking own.

I am tired of the things that are different not being celebrated.

It is a sense of ignorance and compliance that is actually welcomed in society, bashing the ones who dont look like you do- out of insecurity.

It is a grim reality that the ones who try to spice up the world (not referring to myself, but rather to the greater public who adhere to this notion) will not be accepted and loved for who they are and what they represent.

I dont give a flying fuck if you are a mormon in a collared shirt and a black tie knocking on my door at 8am Sunday morning, just as long as you keep my name out yo mouth we can keep it the same.

It is a reality that even though I know it is true, I am so reluctant to accept that it is alive and well everywhere I go.

Especially in Terrigal. The parade of abuse that comes not only my way, but to others I know about how they are dressed and the way they behave is astounding and can hurt.

Words actually do hurt and can change a person's outlook on many things, even if they seem that it has been shook off.

In the past few weeks I have learnt that the things I say are sometimes mean spirited and demeaning to people who are just trying to live their lives the best way they know how and perhaps I should shut the fuck up just as much as the boy in the beery on the weekend who called me a slut. or a man. or a freak.

Besides, we are all misfits....just depends on how you judge it.

JHN MYR.

Just got referred to the "lothario" John Mayer's tumblr which had some smart ass comments, black and white photographs, reviews, complaints and musings which took up some of my time.

I used to love this man back in the impressionable teenage years, but I spotted one particular post that knocked my socks off and I had to share it with you:

People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form.

John Mayer's mind.

MR. JACK LEWIS.

25 things I know about Jack Lewis.

1. Jack Lewis is currently in Tokyo, Japan and has embarked on an overseas trip no doubt filled with decadence, debauchery and doin shit.

2. Jack Lewis coined the name "hog"

3. Jack Lewis has indulged in many musical events with me, but by far the best was Splendour in the Grass 2010.

4. He can grow an inordinate amount of facial hair.

5. He has a knack for Australian slang, but mostly with rhyming actions with people's names. E.G: Brad Pitt- Shit. Pat Malone- Alone. Craig Gower- shower.

6. He is extremely generous, especially when it comes to Wet Pussy.

7. He could be called the glue that holds quite a few people together.

8. He has known me for three years and counting.

9. His top teeth are an elusive and rare sight, much like the lochness monster. However, if you believe in them you will see them.

10. He introduced me to beer and a week before he left got me so fucked up drunk in the middle of the day I actually spewed at his mum's house.

11. He has impeccable style.

12. Always up for a dance. (or a click)

13. Jack Lewis has always been in the audience when I have belted out a tune at Karaoke. I dedicated '100% pure love' by Crystal Waters to him once.

14. When he was still on the coast, you could often see him standing shirtless, beer in hand on the hill at his old joint in Campbell Cres with his arms outstretched.

15. Ive seen him dressed up as a vampire before. And as Batman.

16. I have had countless beers, ciggies and cheers'es with him.

17. He thinks I am a dickhead most of the time, but tells me Im good at it.

18. If he ever refers to you as FML- consider yourself very lucky.

19. No matter how far apart for how long, it is like I have never left when talking to Jack Lewis.

20. one (or two) word(s): TYRESE. or JAMAL.

21. Has a keen eye behind a lens.

22. Has an even keener ear for classic tunes you forgot about, but now hold new meaning and are fresher than the day they came out back in 1980.

23. Always carrying a tote bag.

24. Will be missed by many until he returns 2 years older and probably with a swedish child under his arm.

25. Will be one of my best friends always.

EWWWWAAANNNNNN MCCCGGRREEEEEGGGOOORRRRRR!!!!

PANSIES.

So Kings of Leon have rescheduled their latest tour due to an injury their guitarist gained. and therefore the fans have lost out til early November.

I dont know if this is a rising trend amongst far away places like that land called Australia. Magical in all of its natural disasters and drunken holidays, yet lacking in the reliability of performances.

For instance, I remember finding out the day before (in Byron Bay Woolworths) that Jane's Addiction were no longer to be playing at Splendour in the Grass 2009 due to a leg injury.

Now whatever, you hurt your leg or your knee or maybe you just feel a little bit tired what with all the performances in trendy Tokyo. But if you can not be fucked to come out here on your first class 14 hour flight from LA then just say so.

It is the excuse heard around the world.

The sore body.

The overworked brain.

The sprained wrist from all the axe work.

I dont care.

Think back to your rocker fore fathers who would have broken their own arm trying to participate in a roadie vs rocker brawl in the name of boredom, but wrapped it with some chicks undies that were left on the tour bus from the night before, snorted a line of cocaine and carried on with what their job consists of.

Fucking shit up!

It seems that the bad ass exterior of the rock god has dwindled in the recent years, causing somewhat of a rift between the fans and the band.

I dont want to equate the reliability of these bands with the reliability of there not being some form of screaming schizo on the Central to Gosford countryrail train at every single departure.

What happened to the days of "the music" and not "the money". The rapid and frequent cancelling or rescheduling of concerts that people have waited months to see just paints a picture to me of a fraudulent nature.

It spells out the importance of an already overpaid profession's craving for cold hard cash.

Because surely if they cared about the fans, then a broken nail wouldnt put them off coming out to the people who keep a roof above their head and a philly cheese steak in their bellies.

It is the money, which I think we all know that spurs on art nowadays which I believe has caused it to become corrupted and blurred into a contemporary piece of shit.

Grow some balls like the Keiths and Micks of the past, snort your dad's ashes and chuck on the tightest pair of fuschia pants you have and play some decent music.

If not for your fans, then for fucks sake...your reputation!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY