Friday, 29 March 2013

Veronica Mars is smarter than you: Kickstarting fan funded projects.

Original image property of The WB
The neo-noir teen drama Veronica Mars (2004-2007) was a critical success during it's time on the air, but commercially it was a ticking time bomb. By the time that The WB network merged with UPN to become The CW in 2006, Veronica was sinking, and was cancelled after it's third season aired on the new network.

Since then, fans have been desperate for another exhilarating dose of Rob Thomas's snarky wonderland, where beautiful teenagers cushioned by affluent wealth get brutally murdered (we still love you, Lilly Kane), school buses plunge off a cliff, and Kristen Bell deals out a heavy hand of poetic justice to anyone from petty criminals and school bullies, to rapists and murderers. Let's not forget the core relationships that gave this show it's soft marshmallow heart; Veronica and her underdog detective father Keith Mars, Veronica and Wallace, Veronica and Logan's "epic" love, and my obvious choice, Veronica and her dog, Backup.

Six years following it's premature cancellation, Rob Thomas and the cast of Veronica Mars launched a Kickstarter project to fund a movie, stating that The WB agreed that if the movie could be financed, that it would be put into production this summer. The campaign aimed to raise $2 million in a month and surpassed it's goal within 12 hours, it is by far Kickstarter's most lucrative and popular campaign. Rejoice, Marshmallows- Veronica is coming to get you.

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

War Games: because we all have frenemies.

Even if you think you don't have one, you do.

Women are in a clever form of masquerade. We're different things to different people, and we show the different dimensions of ourselves in different company. We expect to be ourselves with our friends, but it can get to a point where we may act like friends, but we feel more like spies (I for one would be an excellent spy). It seems as though we are hunting for damaging information in order to protect ourselves. We can put on our best front, even in front of those we would consider our closest allies.

Friday, 15 March 2013

5 things to teach your boyfriend.

Based on my own expectations in men and my own experience, these are the things I believe you should be able to teach your boyfriend without annoying them too much, or without having to bribe them with a sandwich.

1. You can like my taste in TV shows, too you know?
So far I've managed to get Rhys to watch 2 Broke Girls, Glee, and  two seasons of Grey's Anatomy. To my delight, he actually enjoyed it and the only thing I couldn't sway him on was Geordie Shore. But hey, 3 out of 4 isn't bad.

2. The release of the bitter, angry, chocolate munching beast inside me once a month works in your favour too.
If you let me complain for a few days, and instead of complaining back at me complain with me, then I'll be more grateful for you when I revert back to my charming self. You'll earn massive brownie points too if you bring me a bag of Milky Bar mini eggs or a bag of sweet and salted popcorn. I'll also return the favour and be somewhat patient when you suffer from Man Flu.

Fight or Flight: Coping with Anxiety Disorders

I live a normal life. I have a degree, I drive my dad's car because I can't afford my own, I work hard, and I eat too many Mini Eggs. There's just this one thing, this excessive panic that runs through my head. Certain things have become part of my routine, and I barely even notice them any more. If I'm alone I have to check the handbrake is pulled up all the way 3 times. That means walking back to my car 3 times. When I'm driving home at night I have to check the back seat (in case there's a psychotic ex boyfriend in there waiting to murder me, obviously), and then I live in fear of police cars- not because they could tell me a light is out, but because they could revoke my driver's license or arrest me. I can get into a car and feel the dreaded uncertainty that I won't complete my journey in one piece.When I have a headache, it's a brain tumour - and I will have to have my head shaved and I will probably, no definitely, die. I'm always getting ready for battle.

The stigma associated with any type of anxiety disorder is people assume that the sufferer is either completely unstable and capable of smothering them in their sleep, or they presume that they can just get their act together. There's nothing more a person who suffers from anxiety or panic attacks wants more than to not worry, worrying makes them exhausted. We all like being happy. We can only change our own perspective  and we can only try to regain control over how we perceive potential threats. That's why the fight or flight response is part of our make-up, it helps us control dangerous situations, but the double edged sword is it also becomes unbearable when every situation becomes a potential risk. The extra adrenaline that finds its way through our system draws the blood from our skin and towards the muscles, which is also an unpleasant side effect - who wants to look that pale anyway?

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Face of Resilience: The Kid President

Original image by Kristi Montague
"We're all on the same team, let's start acting like it." - The Kid President

I had a completely different post lined up, but during my internet prowl today I decided to watch every single Kid President video on YouTube. If you haven't seen any of these videos yet, then get right on it - seriously, this boy is all kinds of hilarious.

Monday, 11 March 2013

Life Tips from a 2 Year Old for 22 Year Olds.

For those who don't know this about me, I live with my friend Emily and her daughter Layla. To be brutally honest this would terrify most people, but Layla should be everybody's hero - that's not even a little bit biased as she really is that hilarious. She knows what matters in life - You know, things like Disney DVD's and chocolate milk. Layla is two, and now she can speak in almost full sentences. Of course, sometimes this in code so grown ups don't understand. I know this because sometimes I'm mentally two years old (like when I cry because I drop my favourite lipstick and it snaps in half). As I am not a successful grown up yet, she trusted me to share her life advice for all you struggling twenty somethings out there.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Frankly a little sexist: Taylor Swift vs. Tina Fey

Taylor Swift is one of those young women who people are so adamantly trying to find flaws in, people love to hate her. When Taylor Swift quoted one of Katie Couric's favourite quotes in response to the Tina Fey and Amy Poehler joke at this year's Golden Globes she opened herself up to an onslaught of hostility. She discussed the issue in Vanity Fair by saying:

"For a female to write about her feelings, and then be portrayed as some clingy, insane, desperate girlfriend in need of making you marry her and have kids with her, I think that's taking something that potentially should be celebrated-a woman writing about her feelings in a confessional way-that's taking it and turning it and twisting it into something that is frankly a little sexist."
She then continued by repeating a quote that Katie Couric had given her, which was, "There's a special place in hell for women who don't help other women."

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Dear Alfie - Remembering a Silly Old Bear

It's taken me a few weeks to write this post, but I kept thinking so many people are losing their dogs, or their cats, horses, or ferrets (I don't know, do people even have ferrets anymore?) that I felt a need to publish it.

It's something people say, it's always sudden. Whether it's a long term illness or a sudden deterioration, or just the old age of a canine gentleman, the grief is always sudden. It doesn't matter how it happened, or when it happened. Only that it did. Few people can understand the loss one feels when a dog dies. I won't call him a pet, because he didn't sit in a cage waiting to be fed and he didn't swim around in a bowl, he was the energy in our home. To call a dog a 'pet' doesn't give the animal justice, they're an integral force in the family household. Alfie was naughty, leggy, and too scared to jump off the bed. But he was ours. That dog was there from when I was 13, that's nine and a half years. He was there for the little girl I was and loved me through the growing pains, he was there for a family.

Friday, 1 March 2013

The Cat's Meow: Taking notes from the 1920's.

Image by twelve17,
While everybody has a decade in history which fascinates them, for me it is the Jazz Age, or the Roaring Twenties. Especially as in my twenties, I can observe those around me trapped in a cycle of self indulgence. We see teenagers wishing to be adults and young adults on the brink of responsibility but acting carelessly with the conscience of pirates. We live in a society where rich habits provide the downtrodden with a feeling of status and belonging, and give the wealthy other indulgences to drown in. Unfortunately, our own experiences with witnessing these addictions and bad habits don't have the glamour or charm of the flappers or tycoons of the Jazz Age.