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Fiction vs. Reality

In good vibrations, miss barista, tv kicks on March 31, 2012 at 1:54 pm

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense - Tom Clancy - SparkPeople

I’ll admit it: I’m all about the fiction. I mean, I exist, in reality (as far as I can tell), but I really don’t get what’s so great about real people. I prefer fictional constructs. I would much rather be sharing a packet of crisps down the pub with Daisy from Spaced than I would share breathing space with any of those twats from Made in Chelsea. I’m like Abed from Community. I’d rather be hanging out in the Dreamatorium with Inspector Spacetime.

Maybe this is because I’m a writer, and often my daily tasks include stealing all my favourite personality traits from real people, and applying them to fictional ones. Have you ever had a crush on a character of your own creation before? It’s a little narcissistic, I can tell you.

So imagine my horror when every time I enter the living room, a member of my family is watching something about real people. And you know the problem with real people, (besides the fact that they never travel by phonebox or mysteriously appear alive after jumping off a building), is that they bitch and whine about everything.

Real People magazine cover

 The Apprentice should be renamed ‘I’m a Backstabbing Bitch who Undermines Others for Money, but it’s Okay Because I’m Ambitious’. Not so catchy, but much more truthful. Read the rest of this entry »

Give Up Giving Up

In miss barista, tv kicks on March 5, 2012 at 12:07 pm

So it’s that time again. Lent. The time when perfectly sane people decide to give up things they enjoy and then take it out on the people around them. Oh, I know, I know, you’re just so unhealthy, you’re trying to make yourself a better person, it really is just the right time to give up chocolate.

Erm, no. No, it’s not. Let me offer a tiny bit of wisdom here. Do you really think giving up chocolate for 40 days makes sense before Easter? When there’ll be more chocolate around, on show, and given as gifts than any other time? Are you trying to hurt yourself?

There are varying reasons people give up stuff for Lent, the most obvious (and somehow, least applicable) being religion. If it’s about religion for you, good luck, sacrificing something to show your understanding for Jesus wandering in the desert for forty days. But maybe giving up your weekly packet of chocolate buttons isn’t quite the same as walking in ridiculous heat, un-cushioned sandals and lacking food and water. Just sayin’. Read the rest of this entry »

Have You Got the Moves Like Jagger?

In good vibrations, miss barista on January 14, 2012 at 11:30 am

So, in the spirit of sexual equality, it’s time to have a go at Maroon 5 front-man-slash-guitar-playing-man-candy, Adam Levine. ‘But he’s so pretty!’ I hear you cry. Yes, yes he is. But so is Rihanna, and to be fair, I have to have a whinge about the sexualisation of men, as well as women.

Now, I’ll admit, I have a bit of a thing for this particular singer. Not because he’s particularly talented, and in spite of the fact that his whole image has been geared towards making young girls (and grown women, ahem) find him attractive. I shall have you know that I didn’t do the whole ‘boyband posters on the wall’ thing as a teenager…and clearly I am making up for it now.

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Make Me Feel Like I’m the Only Girl in the World

In good vibrations, miss barista on January 3, 2012 at 3:27 pm

I have a few issues with Rihanna. Mostly that she’s the same age as me, is a multi-millionaire, award-winning recording artist and has achieved more than I ever will.

Also, not to be a prude, but the sex thing. Seriously. No-one needs to hear a song that has the line ‘sex in the air , I don’t care. I love the smell of it.’ Ew.

Yes, you’re a bit sexy. Men like you. But could you stop with this? It’s pandering and it’s even more irritating than the stupidly sexual outfits you wear on stage.

Now, okay, I’ve started this with a negative. I’m sure lots of people would say that Rihanna is just taking advantage of the media, that is declaring that she’s a young woman who loves sex, and that’s her right as a feminist. Read the rest of this entry »

Sex and the MendaCity

In fasc-ion, miss barista, tv kicks on December 15, 2011 at 2:28 pm

Carrie Bradshaw is a big fat liar.

Sarah Jessica Parker (who, as you probably know, played Ms Bradshaw in Sex and the City) once again has us wondering just how she does it, in her latest film about how she does stuff. But the thing I used to wonder the most about when she was on SATC was: how does she afford all those shoes?

Carrie Bradshaw is a columnist. Yes, okay, a regular columnist in a city newspaper, but come on. A few hundred words a week does not a JK Rowling make. So here is this single thirty-something, writing for a living. That’s not such a bad life, it’s a creative one, fitting in with her PR and art gallery friends.

Sex and the City girls

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Now I won’t settle for less

In bookmark, miss barista, screenshots, tv kicks on September 28, 2011 at 3:49 pm

Ba Ba! Ba Baaa! This is the sound of settling!’ – Death Cab for Cutie

To paraphrase Blaine from Glee, it seems ‘there’s a moment, where you look up, and say oh, there you are!’ Whilst I tend to agree with Blaine on almost everything due to his sheer cuteness, I’ve got to question this after the ten thousandth rom-com where the girl has a nice boy best friend, but constantly wants to date the dickhead, before realising (usually after said dickhead has humiliated/cheated on/physically hurt her) that the best friend was the best bet after all.

Is it just that we can suddenly look at someone one day and realise they’re there? Realise we are suddenly attracted to them, after years of putting them in the ‘friend’ box? Read the rest of this entry »

Spoil me!

In miss barista, techno, tv kicks on September 6, 2011 at 1:16 pm

Now, I don’t often disagree with any of my fellow playpenners- we’re a bundle of love over here. But I’ve gotta stand up and write my piece- I love spoilers!

While Miss Thropist may not be a fan, I’ve gotta agree with Miss Penn and defend spoilers. Vehemently.

There’s a reason we have TV- to get us obsessed and addicted, like sad little crack-smoking plot-line-needing, desperate-for-character-development monkeys. Yes. That’s me. So we follow, and we watch as our favourite characters go through all sorts of trauma/humour/love life complications, and then every week they leave us hanging.

This is especially relevant if you’re a UST freak, like I am. When there are two characters who should be romantically involved, and the network is drawing it out over two seasons- well, I’m sorry, I gotta know. I’m the kind of person who phones up my friend for the gossip as soon as it happens, none of this ‘I’ll see you next week’ crap. Tell me. Tell me now. Read the rest of this entry »

The Middle Class Guide to Being Angry

In bookmark, fasc-ion, miss barista, screenshots on August 13, 2011 at 11:29 am

So, I think it’s pretty clear that I’m an Angry Individual. Bitter and twisted are two other words, but let’s stick with the anger for now.

I get outraged, indignant, astonished, and that low heavy weight in your stomach that feels a lot like pure evil. And I relish it.

I respect angry people. I love nothing more than watching or reading Charlie Brooker as he annihilates fairly mundane people by making hilarious comparisons (the genius is clearly in a good similie). I cackle with glee watching old recordings of Bill Hicks tearing down the imbeciles who tried to mock him and failed (the genius is clearly in the pure spirit of belief). And me, well, I quite enjoy tearing down and moaning, ranting and raving about ridiculously unimportant things, like coffee (the genius is clearly in the desperate and frequent use of the word ‘fuck’).

Therefore, in the wake of the London Riots, where the ‘Youth of Today’/ ‘Chavtastic cliches who cannot possibly actually define the ‘Youth of Today’’ are tearing stuff down left, right and Croydon, I thought I’d give you an expert’s guide on how to be angry- the middle class way.

1. Expletives

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The Twenty Seven Club

In good vibrations, miss barista on August 3, 2011 at 12:05 pm

Amy Winehouse’s death was another one of those moments, one of those ‘where were you’ moments, where it suddenly becomes important to be somewhere terribly exotic to receive such news. Somewhere romantic or vaguely ironic, like a club the recently deceased had played at, or the area they’d grown up in. The truly stylish were probably hooting on a crack pipe as the news came in.

So, what is it about the poor lost souls that die at twenty-seven? Not such a tender age, and yet nowhere near old enough. Is it the age, or the lifestyle, the fame? Is it the same feelings of waste and pointlessness that we get when a school child gets run over? No, I don’t think so.

I’m not going to debate whether Winehouse was talented, because I think it’s obvious she had something. Something about her that was enough to keep people thinking about her, even when she hadn’t released any new material since 2006.

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The more money we come across, the more problems we see

In miss barista, tv kicks on July 31, 2011 at 11:01 am

Why Being a Socialite Makes you Famous, and Other Things That Make Me Mad.

So, if I could, I’d spend this entire article moaning about Made In Chelsea. Who are these people? Why are they on my screen? Why do they all sound like horses when they talk. Yaaah, naaoooo.

Why? Why do they exist? But I figured that would not be a particularly interesting or informative article. (Although it would damn well be amusing. Yes. Yes it would.) So, I’m here to focus on the world of privileged posh people, and the ‘is it fake?’ TV shows that they infest our TV screens with. Because we’re clearly obsessed with them. I just can’t figure out why.

 The Only Way is Essex

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Don’t you want me baby?

In miss barista, tv kicks on April 20, 2011 at 3:38 pm

In the spirit of spring, where it’s not only rabbits who are at it like rabbits, and every woman in the world suddenly appears to be drinking decaf and eating everything in sight, I thought I’d bring our attention to babies, and pregnancy.

In no particular order, here are some pregnant people/parents in TV land.

Quinn (Glee)


Almost every teen show has a pregnancy storyline. A lot of the time, it turns out to be a false alarm, and TV producers and writers across the land can sleep soundly, knowing that they ‘taught’ a few kids that sex is bad.

Glee, for all it’s wonderful silliness and scary enthusiasm, did deal with how Quinn was treated as a young mother. She felt irritated and angry, she was dropped from the Cheerios squad (duh, pregnant girls can’t fit on top of the pyramid) rejected by her friends, and generally went from top of the school to bottom of the pile.

Pregnancy actually made Quinn a much nicer character, she was more caring towards others, and was careful to adapt her eating habits and generally look after the little alien growing inside her. (For a great example of what Pregnant Quinn was all about, check out her performance of ‘It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World’). Read the rest of this entry »

The Modern Woman’s Guide to Goddessliness

In fasc-ion, miss barista, techno on March 8, 2011 at 12:10 pm

Women of 2011, I beseech you, read this now. You need this article. You need this article that you are probably reading on your Blackberry, or iPhone or super cool laptop, whilst sitting on a squashed tube, or at home, nursing your numb feet that have been squished into overpriced shoes. You falsely believe you are a Power Woman. That you, with your well paid job in the media or some such, with your designer handbag and ability to quote Audrey Hepburn without blinking, are the epitome of what the modern woman should be. That you’ve broken the glass ceiling, that you’re powering forward in the urban abyss towards success.

Except your heels are so high that you’ve forgotten what it feels like to stand barefoot on the grass. You’ve forgotten how to play on the swings, to push yourself higher and higher until you feel like you can fly. Your life has been crudites and salmon for so long that you don’t remember just how good a jam sandwich tastes.

But lucky for you, it’s not only Women’s Day on the 8th of March, but the Spring Equinox, the pagan holiday of Oestara on the 20th. So really, it’s the month of the Goddess.

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My Funny Valentines

In miss barista, tv kicks on February 23, 2011 at 3:35 pm

 

Why the Funny Guy Wins:

In response to Miss Thropist’s article on the Best Wingmen, I thought I’d better get my twenty pence in on character crushes. Or at least why we don’t always fall in love with the character we’re supposed to.

This may be because I’m a ‘Season Two-er’, the person who comes in after the first season’s done, and wants the main girl or guy to get with someone more interesting. And Season Two is when someone more interesting usually appears.

Just like most girls want to think they’re Grace Kelly in High Society, and they’re usually Celeste Holm, we’re meant to fall in love with the main guy, the hero.

Except there’s his best friend, cracking jokes in the background. And he’s always more interesting. So, here’s why the funny (sometimes bad) boy wins… Read the rest of this entry »

Taming of the Valentine’s

In miss barista, screenshots on February 14, 2011 at 1:35 pm

So, it’s that holiday again. And I suppose, I should start having a go about how commercial it is, and how degrading, and how it’s ruined the concept of love, or whatever. But really, I don’t care. I don’t hate Valentine’s day, because it’s a holiday. And like most holidays, it’s much more fun getting drunk with your mates than it is being with whoever you’re meant to be with at holiday time, whether it’s your family or your significant other.

It’s one of those awkward ones too, where if you’re not in a relationship, you can either ignore it (much like trying to ignore New Year’s and feeling like a lonely pleb when you don’t go out) or you can enjoy being drunkenly bitter and over-eating with your friends (I wish there was a specific holiday just for that). If you are in a relationship, V-Day only really applies after a certain amount of weeks/months, and stops mattering after a certain amount of months/years.

But not to worry, Pop Culture Playpen readers, because I have the answer! No matter who you’re with this Valentine’s, no matter how lonely and pathetic, or disgusting and smug you are, I have the perfect film to watch. Date, or no date, alcohol or no alcohol, here it is, ya ready? Read the rest of this entry »

Dean here’s the scam, the song was named after Sam

In captain pants, miss barista, miss penn, miss thropist, tv kicks on February 10, 2011 at 4:53 pm

Supernatural revolves around the lives of two evil-hunting brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re both witty, handy with a shotgun and ridiculously pretty.

The weight of the show was very much on the actors portraying the brothers- Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles- especially in the earlier seasons, but they pulled it off, in large part due to their great chemistry.

Oh wait. Ahem. That wasn’t the kind of chemistry I was getting at…

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A Lie, Arse

In miss barista, screenshots, tv kicks on January 28, 2011 at 11:14 am

“What you think you know…you don’t….know.”

Yes, well done, Jack Bristow, you have correctly summed up the entire premise of everything your creator has ever done. After re-watching the first season of Alias, it becomes clear that J.J Abrams has always had a penchant for the completely mind-boggling. I gave up on Lost after season one, because TPTB (The Powers That Be) were not going to give any answers. And that is my problem with Abrams. His writerly and directorial skills seemed to be inspired by a candy-floss eating child on Ritalin. The candy-floss may be spiked with acid, it remains to be seen.

Either way, I hate Lost. I know I’m inviting an attack here, so, fine, bring it on hardcore fans, I have just one word for you: Purgatory.

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To Absent Friends

In miss barista, tv kicks on January 8, 2011 at 1:00 pm

I have worked at Starbucks for far too long (although, not really that long), and as I serve the same complicated drinks to the same non-complicated people day after, I have started to wonder what this coffee-shop phenomena is all about. And I moan about it, a lot. Because coffee shops should be quirky and personal, like our dear Central Perk, where the characters in Friends happily spent a good fifty percent of their time.

And then I had a terrible, terrifying thought. What if Friends had been set in Starbucks?

And so I wrote it down, because that’s what I do.

If Friends was set in Starbucks…

1. They wouldn’t be drinking cappuccinos. They’d be drinking semi-wet, double tall lattes, with a shot of vanilla. And soya. Because it’s so in right now, yah?

2. We’d like them a lot less because they’d keep ordering these really annoying drinks and it’d take up all the screen time. They’d also spend a lot of screen time queuing.

3. We’d be disappointed in them as people. Chandler, no, don’t do it, don’t go for the soya, why, Chandler, why?

4. We would start to question Phoebe’s sense of morality, because we trust Phoebe in these matters. She doesn’t wear fur, she dumps loving boyfriends when they shoot birds, she has funerals when the flowers in her vase die, and we know that Phoebe would be morally opposed to a soulless chain coffee shop…But then again, there was that Pottery Barn incident.

5. We would want to slap Ross even more. He’d keep taking drinks back and joking about it and everyone would hate him. He’d definitely be the guy for whom the pinnacle of excitement is trying a different flavoured syrup in his coffee.

6. Rachel would have never gotten a job there. No jewellery, no nail polish, hair tied back at all times. Rachel, with her hair not on display. Psshaw!

7. There’d be no Gunther- sad!

8. Or there’d be a Gunther with no peroxide blond hair-possibly even sadder!

9. Joey would have never gotten a job there. Even actors can’t deal with that much rejection on a daily basis.

10. We wouldn’t be able to hear any of the dialogue over all the yelling and the whirring coffee machines, and customers arguing about wireless internet, and whether it’s fair they have to pay 25c extra for whipped cream.

11. We would never have experienced Friends, because all the characters would be off in some cool independent coffee shop far, far away from Starbucks.

So the moral of this story, little ones? Cool people hang out in independent coffee houses/book stores/record shops/brothels. Not in Starbucks. Go forth, into a new and glorious world, full of life and colour, where the only question asked when you order a coffee is ‘Milk and Sugar?’

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