HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Happy New Year
Happy New Year (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

Wishing all my followers and readers and everyone alive today a very Happy New Year! I hope 2014 will be peaceful, healthy and full of joy!

My resolutions are many and varied – here goes:

1. Think more about nature and how we can protect and nurture our beautiful planet earth

2. Love more.

3. Understand those I love more.

4. Generally try to understand people more!

5. Be kind.

6. Eat less meat.

7. Grow more vegetables.

8. Use less energy.

9. Foster more energy in myself by cutting down (or out!) sugar!

10. Write more….

11. Say thank you and I love you every day.

12. Attempt to make the world a better place while I am here.

Go well into 2014!

WILL YOU SAY YOU ARE A FEMINIST IN 2014?

Cover of "The Second Sex"
Cover of The Second Sex

When de Beauvoir published her book The Second Sex in 1949 she was vilified. The book is about women and their lives. The lyrics below are also about women…

You might like to check this webpage before reading the lyrics of this current, very popular song: http://myhero.com/women_heroes/

 “Blurred Lines”

(feat. T.I. & Pharrell Williams)
[Intro: Pharrell]

Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Robin Thicke]
If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf,
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind
[Pharrell:] Everybody get up

[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal, baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don’t need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
[Pharrell:] Everybody get up

[Verse 2: Robin Thicke]
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky
Hey, hey, hey
You wanna hug me
Hey, hey, hey
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey, hey, hey

[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal, baby it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don’t need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker
Hey, hey, hey

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
And that’s why I’m gon’ take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
[Pharrell:] Everybody get up
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Verse 3: T.I.]
One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass to
Go, from Malibu, to Paris, boo
Yeah, I had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you
So hit me up when you pass through
I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on, even when you dress casual
I mean it’s almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare, would I
Pull a Pharside let you pass me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I just watch and wait for you to salute
But you didn’t pick
Not many women can refuse this pimpin’
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get it if you get with me

[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
Shake the vibe, get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don’t like work?

[Pre-chorus: Robin Thicke]
Baby can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me, Dakota to Decatur, uh huh
No more pretending
Hey, hey, hey
Cause now you winning
Hey, hey, hey
Here’s our beginning

[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
I always wanted a good girl
(Pharrell: Everybody get up)
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get past me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
(Pharrell: Everybody get up)
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

[Outro: Pharrell]
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

And here is a young woman who was willing to die for the education of girls in her country:

Malala Yousafzaï receives the 2013 Sakharov Pr...
Malala Yousafzaï receives the 2013 Sakharov Prize from EP president Martin Schulz (Photo credit: European Parliament)

Malala-Yousafzai

CHRISTMAS SPIRIT – A WORD OF ADVICE

English: Abandoned shopping trolley, Barton On...
English: Abandoned shopping trolley, Barton Only a few metres to two supermarkets, but this trolley hasn’t yet made it. In the background is part of the scene in 1162661. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After struggling through crowds to reach the fish counter in my supermarket today, I noticed a small child – about three years old – being dragged by his arm down one of the isles. His mother, the person doing the dragging, looked distracted and unaware of the force she was using; I expected the child’s arm to leave its socket at any moment. A few shelves along, another set of parents were shouting at three children who were clearly exhausted and playing up. The fish monger winked at me. ‘Christmas!’ he said, ‘they hate it…’  I asked him if he was referring to the kids or the parents. ‘Both,’ he said.

Behind me, a very elderly lady was striving to navigate through the crowds. She had a basket, not a trolley. In it was a packet of rich tea biscuits and a net of tangerines. She smiled at me and made her way slowly to the checkout. In front of her, a very large man was unloading a trolley full of beer and packaged food onto the counter. The elderly lady was butted in the stomach by his trolley and he moved it backwards, quite oblivious of her.

Unfortunately, I jumped to the rescue and reminded the man that he wasn’t the only person in the queue. I might as well have told him I was about to shoot him, his reaction was so extreme.  The manager appeared and asked him politely to stop swearing at me. He glared at us, paid his bill and left. The lady took my arm and said ‘ You shouldn’t have interfered, dear. I’m used to it…’

Ah, this is Christmas, I thought as I left the shop, my trolley empty. I hadn’t the stomach to buy anything after that; no fish and chips for my tea.  I hope the contents of that man’s trolley give him acute food poisoning, or at the very least, chronic indigestion! Now, that’s not very Christmassy, is it?  I know it’s a cliché to ask where has the spirit of Christmas gone in these huge supermarkets that keep the prices down and the desperation up and I know that it can’t be right to make shopping for one day, the 25th December, turn into buying for a four week famine. I know that supermarkets have to make profits, but the chaos, the focus on buying as if your life depended on it, is becoming a joke. Really, it is.

English: A Christmas Tree at Home
English: A Christmas Tree at Home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This year, I have seen far more angry faces than happy ones. The pressure to live up to some advertising executive‘s notion of Christmas is driving people crazy. We need to pull back and chill out – please!

Have a very Happy Holiday…