Saturday 29 December 2012

Slutsgate



  Having spent the last few days stuffing myself with Quality Street and turkey sandwiches I thought it might be time to do something productive. However, I’m forsaking my pre-planned post-Christmas rapture about the wonders of festive Baileys and Yuletide TV for a bit of feminist reflection.

                Being an ardent feminist (although strictly not of the bra-burning type) I’ve always had more than a passing interest in the portrayal of women. I hammer on tables at the least mention of my potential sandwich making skills, and more than one of my University essays have descended into an impassioned rant about the objectification of my fellow females.

                This is why I was particularly interested when one of my friends got me researching the latest celebrity Twitter spat. http://www.hollyscoop.com/miley-cyrus/miley-cyrus-responds-taylor-swift-slut-comparisons.html brilliantly responded to on Noisey http://noisey.vice.com/en_uk/blog/heres-why-taylor-swift-will-never-be-called-a-whore

               
On top of the many points debated in the Noisey article, for me this raises an entire social question on the categorisation of women. Of course “Slut” is an entirely outdated, perhaps never fully relevant concept, but it’s still thrown around a lot, and apparently often with little cause.

Both in the limelight from a fairly young age, Swift and Cyrus have both had their maturation from fresh-faced teens to womanhood played out in front of the ever-critical public, making them prime targets to have their sexual antics picked apart with gleeful judgement. But what is it that sets up the unexpected virgin-whore dichotomy here? Is it simply that Miley belts out ‘Have to get my way, yep 24 hours a day ‘cause I’m hot like that’ whilst Taylor opts for the more modest and utterly non-sexualised declarations of teenage-like love, reminiscing about innocent dates with High School guys, and Romeo and Juliet type romance.

Or perhaps it’s their marketing. You only have to look at the album covers of the two stars in order to see that their selling points are clearly meant to be very different.

Whilst Miley flaunts her flesh in an outfit more suited to a dominatrix than a teen pop sensation, Taylor is demure in her virginal-white dress and minimal make up, a kind of little girls princess fantasy clutching a flower and surrounded by butterflies.

However, I’m loath to believe that the public are quite so willing to believe the blatant ploys of the record industry when labelling young women, and would suggest that the real reasons the word “slut” are thrown about go a lot deeper.

The cause, again, lies in the lyrics. However this time, for somewhat darker reasons. An early verse in Cyrus’ ‘Can’t be Tamed’ boasts ‘Every guy, everywhere/ Just gives me mad attention/ Like I’m under inspection/ I always get a ten ‘cause I’m built like that,’ presenting a threatening version of sexuality. Aren’t women supposed to be self-depreciating? Aren’t we meant to bemoan our muffin top? Our flabby thighs and wonky nose? Aren’t we supposed to wave away every compliment with a modest “Oh no not really. I’ve put on loads of weight lately anyway...”

Whilst Miley celebrates herself and her sexuality, Taylor plays it down massively. In her hit ‘You Belong With Me’ she compares herself to the man of her affections girlfriend, saying ‘she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts/She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers’ before asserting that thus ‘you belong with me.’ The song may be an attempt to take another girls boyfriend, but the non-sexualised version of femininity she presents makes her unthreatening, and very much unlike the sexually assertive female some of us just love to hate.

 It’s a sad fact that the main thing that constructs ‘sluttiness’ is the way that a woman’s sexual presentation and behaviour makes other people feel. Whether it’s feeling threatened by another woman’s presence around men or pure and simple jealousy that someone can have so much appreciation of themselves, it’s time that things changed. With so many self-esteem related issues flying around, maybe we should be celebrating women for having a bit of confidence instead of labelling them hussies.

Bring back the sisterhood and let’s be happy for how other women use, and feel about, their bodies. After all, we’ve had a few thousand years of being put down, and if anyone should be bringing women back up, it’s us.

Sunday 23 December 2012

Secret Santas, Festive Cheer, and a Homage to Good Make-Up


Secret Santa’s. Because we all love to agonise over what to buy that girl at work you’ve only ever had one conversation with at the vending machine in exchange for receiving some garish festive socks. Usually.
                However, thanks to being blessed with the loveliest housemates you could ask for, I was lucky enough to get the perfect pressie this year. Well, as perfect as you can get for under a tenner.
                I’m a massive girly-girl at heart, meaning you will rarely see me without copious amounts of foundation and lashings of mascara (apart from during the odd hungover pyjama clad trip to the local shop. Doesn’t count.) However, due to being a penniless student, my beauty bag mainly consists of magazine freebies and bargain bucket powders that have a disappointing tendency to make me slightly on the wrong side of tangerine.
                But no more! Over our premature Christmas celebrations I was presented with an adorable miniature set of Benefit primer and foundation by one of my housemates.
Benefit Besties Primer and Foundation Faker duo
Avaliable from Benefit online $10
                Now Benefit is one of my favourite brands. Take me to Boots and you will always find me lusting over their retro-themed lipsticks and purple mascara. Specialising in products so varied you never even knew you needed them (liquid pearl or eyelid primer anyone?) Benefit is beautifully packaged, fantastic quality and wondrously quirky, so I was delighted to finally have some in my possession.
                And they lived up to my every expectation. The “That Girl” primer has a pink tone unlike normal clear primers which gives it a gorgeous brightening quality leaving you looking fresh faced and perky even after a heavy night out (or in the case of most third year University students, an all nighter in the library.)
 The “Some-Kind-a Gorgeous” foundation faker adorably presented in an old-school record style case is equally lovely, giving really natural, glowing coverage, although with slightly blotchy skin and an advocate of piling foundation on a little too liberally, I would have preferred it to be a little thicker for slightly better coverage. However, used together, they last for hours on end, something I can testify too since, after a night of clubbing, I pulled off going to work in last night’s make-up, only getting called ‘peeky’ once. Not proud, but I reckon I can now pass it off as an experiment for make-up reviewing purposes.
It may not be perfectly suited to a student budget, but having tried and tested it, Benefit is definitely an investment. It gives a flawless, natural look, and it’s relatively mid-range price is matched by how long it lasts; the quality of the make up means you only need a small amount for decent coverage. Seal of approval well and truly earned.
So if you’re still browsing for a last minute secret Santa, step away from the novelty Rudolf ears and give a girl something she really wants. Make someone as happy (and perhaps a little obsessed) as me!

Friday 21 December 2012

First Blog!


So, after contemplating for some time about how to start this off, a few vaguely witty drafts and two glasses of wine later, welcome to my blog!
                I think getting round to starting one of these things off is a bit of an achievement in itself (hence the boozy reward for finally getting in to gear and starting it off) but as a third year English literature University student with hazy ambitions in the journalism/ publishing sector, a blog definitely seems a kind of pre-career requisite and excellent procrastination tool.
 I’ve toyed with the idea for a while, perusing the possibility of a literature blog (seriously? With the growing pile of degree related books lurking in my room already? Pur-lease) a fashion blog (unfortunately my current fashion sense is a collection of delightful onesies and comfy things to wear around the house) or, in my darkest moments, a blog detailing the self-pitying single-girl wailings of my latest break up (because we all want to know about that...) But after much deliberating I’ve decided to say goodbye to structure and argument, throw caution to the wind and just WRITE.
So I think that more or less what I’m getting at here is trying to let you know what to expect. Granted it probably won’t be gripping debate on current affairs, or a scathing take on 2013’s latest trends, but what I can promise is my hopefully entertaining general musings of a girl stumbling into adult life in the manner of Bambi on ice after the Christmas party. Ventures into love, life, friendship and student life come as standard. So enjoy!