By now I’m sure you’ve heard about the horrific murder of 17 year old Masa Vukotic just a short distance from her home while walking in a park in the evening. Like everyone that heard about it, I felt absolutely sick to the stomach just thinking about it and heartbroken for her family and friends.
50 Shades of Ughhhhh…..not really my thing.
He stalks her, taps her phone, he’s manipulative and intimidating, he’s not big on gaining true and informed consent and even though he’s a hot billionaire, he does not float my boat, for all of the above mentioned reasons.
I don’t care if he’s kinky and not phased by tampons. Don’t care if he has a hot car and a helicopter. Not even a little bit impressed. He’s a jerk. An abusive, creepy jerk.
And her. Oh my, *bites lip*. Please.
I have been reading with interest about a woman who used her blog to announce (literally to THE WORLD, though I doubt she realised it at the time) that she would no longer be wearing leggings. The reason is NOT because they conjure up unwelcome memories that 90’s “fashion” of chunky knit sweaters, printed tights and hiking boots. It’s NOT because sometimes they get a bit thin with wear and show off the pattern on your knickers in certain a light. It’s not even because they rarely look good on anyone or because she believes they should be restricted to exercise wear only.
The other day, I saw a story about some students who are attempting to develop a nail polish that reacts to the presence of date-rape drugs.
I have some reservations.