Thursday, February 21, 2008

The 6 Million Dollar Babies


I just heard on E! news that Jennifer Lopez and Mark Anthony's unborn babies stand to earn their parents a cool USD6 million. This is just so some publication ( I didn't quite catch which one but that's not the point) can get to feature the Anthony/Lopez twins' pictures before anyone else does.

I think there's something horribly wrong with the world when celebrities are offered money just because they have managed to procreate successfully.

Perhaps it's the fact that I'm feeling tired and irritable right now(I didn't manage to sleep well last night) or it could be that I'm in the mood to perch on my moral high horse but I was honestly disturbed and rather annoyed to hear about this latest, ridiculous, celebrity deal.

I know the photos will help sell more mags/tabloids or whatever but give me a break! That money could help save the harimau from extinction or perhaps it could help save starving children. Heck - USD 6 mil can pretty much help save anything.

It hasn't been made clear if Lopez/Anthony are planning to pocket the cash but something tells me they probably will.

I don't envy these celebrity kids. When they sit down and think about it (which they inevitably will do one day) they'll be forced grapple with the fact that their parents used them to add to already overflowing bank accounts.

To be fair though, not everyone is just plain greedy and/or devoid of principles. Angelina and Brad's baby Shiloh earned her parents USD4mil but the money was reportedly donated to African children's charities.

I hope J.Lo does something similar (although I think the best scenario would be for these filthy rich celebrities to refuse payment and just donate their own money to charity like the rest of us!)

Children deserve to be loved and protected by their parents; not exposed to the whole world for a fee. If J. Lo and Mark Anthony end up being paid for their babies' pictures and then keep the money for themselves - I'll think of them as nothing more than people who 'sell' their babies and that's nothing less than disgusting!

I'm disappointed in you, J.Lo. You lied when you told us "My Love Don't Cost a Thing" Looks like your motherly love costs about USD6million.

image from javno.com

Monday, February 11, 2008

The Lazy Bearded Lady

I admit that I wasn't always open to people whose sexuality was other than the 'norm'.

This was probably because, when I was growing up in the 80s the word gay just meant happy. I didn't know then that my preference for boys put me in the 'heterosexual female' category because I had no idea that there even was a category!

We never dreamed that George Michael liked boys and wouldn't have believed it even if he had turned up at our school and told us himself (besides, we were all in love with him and the truth would have ruined countless adolescent fantasies).

In my mid-teens, I became vaguely aware, of course, that girls who liked girls and boys who liked boys did exist but any discussion about this always took place in hushed tones around class. It had a certain air of mystery and foreboding which meant that my friends and I spent a substantial amount of time speculating exactly what homosexuality, the male or female kind, entailed. I mean, how did they do it? Wasn't it, well, weird?

Fortunately, my small-town thinking has expanded over the years and these days I don't bat an eyelash about people and their sexuality - much less judge them. It IS a free world; people must be allowed to be who they are and everyone has the right to be happy about themselves. Besides, the world would be a far less colourful place if people like the Queer Eye Guys or Ellen Degeneres were forced to remain behind closed (closet) doors.

I've been rather proud of how far I'd come in terms of my outlook on homo, bi and whatever other types of sexuality there exists out there - that is, until today.

It seems that my mind isn't that open after all! I happened to catch a clip of the 2008 Ford Supermodel of the World competition. I really don't know what to say about the host.

I'd never heard of Andre J before today and frankly, I wish I had remained blissfully in the dark! Presenting the (hopefully!) one and only Andre J:


I have no idea what Mr/Miss J is trying to do. I don't even know if this look is related to his sexuality or just appalling taste! Could he be one of those straight guys who like wearing women's clothes - a cross-dresser? Honestly, though, his appearance more than raised my eyebrows. I'm a little ashamed to say that I found it rather a challenge to look right at him and what-is-with-the-beard??!!! I think he's aiming for memorable but he's missed that and gone straight (no pun intended!) into frightful. It was all really weird and uncomfortable.

Despite my misgivings, I think Andre must be doing something right because he was featured on the cover of French Vogue (no less!) - beard and all (you can't see it clearly but trust me, it's there - I zoomed in!)



This either means that I'm hopelessly close-minded or French Vogue is running out of ideas. I rather hope it's the latter! After all, one has to draw the line somewhere.

If you're going to do something different, you gotta do it right! Look at Ru Paul, (s)he was the face of MAC for a while there and with good reason:



I'm all for men who take the trouble with the hair, makeup, boobs and countless other details to get the look right. If you want to be a woman that badly then more power to you, girlfriend!

In comparison, Andre J just comes across as a man, who wants to be a woman - a woman who's just too lazy to shave, that is!

Once upon a time, the only 'Bearded Ladies' were the ones who had facial hair and used to (cruelly) be cast as a "freak" attraction in those awful Freakshow circus/fairs of yesteryear along with the poor Elephant man, the people who had hunched backs and anyone else who was unfortunate enough to have any kind of physical abnormality/deformity about them.

I think we've all come a long way since then but Andre J is successfully bringing back bad thoughts of Freakshows that are best left buried. There's a big difference between being different and having no taste. So, for goodness sake, someone do us all a big favour and hand Andre a Gillette!

image from viewimage.com, theimagist.com, seacoastconnects.com

Sunday, January 27, 2008

The addiction

Everyone loves it - from grandmothers to hip young things, from schoolteachers to fashion designers. Anyone is in danger of falling prey to its perilous lure and addicts will tell you that once begun, its hold on you is nearly impossible to shake off.

It's not alcohol, drugs or gambling that I'm talking about but the often overlooked but highly addictive pastime we all love to indulge in - gossip. One of the irresistible attractions of gossip is that it’s forbidden - which only makes us love it more!

At some level, we all know gossiping is a bad idea. The information that gets passed around is usually only half true - at best. Often, it's not true at all.

What’s worse is that gossip, the really juicy kind, is NEVER positive. Let’s face it nobody wants to know how Ali overcame incredible odds to own his own business or how Rani put herself through law school while holding down three jobs. We’re all far more interested in discussing why so and so is such an insufferable snob or how someone else drinks cocktails before noon. People seem to have an instinctive need to ferret out 'dirt' about their friends and neighbours.

I think it’s because, even though we know it’s dangerous, gossiping is SUCH a delightful mode of passing the time! I admit that I often let my mouth run off before my mind can catch up and this appalling habit has led to broken friendships and broken hearts.

Everyone knows what goes around comes around and when it comes to talking about someone behind his/her back, what you said has a nasty way of getting back to the person you're talking about. It's instant karma - you don't have to wait for your next life before you face the consequences of your actions but this never used to stop me! I tried to assuage the guilt I felt by telling myself that others were just as guilty gossiping about me as I was of them - which was true.

I hardly ever heard someone say something like "hey we were all talking about how much you deserved the promotion you got, good for you!" I've been around for more than 3 decades now and that has never happened to me. I usually got wind of something down the lines of "eh, do you know Rani thinks you have thunder thighs?" or "Su Chin told me you're really childish"

Which means that Rani, Su Chin and all the rest had taken precious time out of their lives to discuss my shortcomings. How typical!

But deep down I knew that just because other people talked about me, it didn’t give me a ticket to talk about them. As my mother used to say “are you going to jump off a bridge just because other people decide to do it ?” If I’m honest, I have to admit that I was just scrambling for an excuse because I loved discussing other people's lives and analyzing their actions.

Despite my checkered past, I must say that I've been pretty good recently and resisted the gossip trap for a good, long while. The people I hang out with these days are - no joke- astonishingly impervious to the evil lure of gossip!

However, a couple of weeks ago, I was in a situation that put my newfound gossip-free self to the test. A friend was busy discussing the flaws of another person whom I happen to like and the more she talked, the more I felt the familiar pull to 'unearth' more information and join in with my own negative input. I think I must be getting old (and wise!) because for the first time, I managed to catch myself before I opened my big mouth. I remained silent and let my friend get her grievances off her chest.

Like an alcoholic fresh from an Alcoholics Anonymous stint, I felt like I had personally tussled with the devil and won! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the little gossip-monger inside me has been silenced...so far, so good!

During my gossip-mongering days, I used to wonder what people talked about if they weren't talking about other people. It turns out that you can talk about plenty of stuff like the US Presidential Race, how to bake a chocolate cake or even the way the wind blows.

I’m here to say that it's definitely not as appealing as discussing someone's scandalous behaviour at the pub last Friday or speculating if so and so's husband is having an affair but resisting gossip will give you a great reputation as a trusted friend.

Like a healthy diet, a get-together without gossip can seem bland and boring but like a healthy diet a life free of gossip is good for you and will eventually make you feel good about yourself. Trust me.

Monday, January 21, 2008

The short end of the (ugly) stick

Everybody knows that in a man's world, a woman's place is, at best, a close second. This is why we have the feminist movement and various other movements advocating equal rights for women. Have you ever heard of a 'masculinist movement' advocating equal rights for the male of the species? They don't exist for a reason!

My point is, glass ceilings and lower pay for the same work are not the only glaring points in the battle for equality. I think the most obvious injustice is something that stares us right in the face and that is - the face. By this, I mean beauty - the superficial kind.

Have you ever wondered why there are far more couples made up of an ugly (for want of a better word) man with a beer gut and a beautiful woman with a rocking bod rather than the other way around? If you haven't noticed, pay attention the next time you walk down the street and you'll see what I mean.

There are, of course, couples who are equally good looking or ugly depending on how you perceive it but I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about the ones who are vastly separated by the Great Divide in the Looks Department and I believe if that is the case, the woman is almost always better looking than the man.

In the early 90s when Roseanne was a hit show, her co-star, John Goodman, was reportedly featured in Playgirl because he was considered sexy. J-o-h-n G-o-o-d-m-a-n. If you don't know who I'm talking about here he is:



If everything were equal then Roseanne should have had a spread in Playboy but I think Hugh Hefner would sooner date just one woman at a time than allow Roseanne anywhere near Playboy!

Calling people ugly sounds cruel so I feel compelled to explain. I'm not referring to what an individual was blessed with when they were born…I'm talking about the effort that's put into appearing attractive. It's not what you have it's what you DO with what you have.

After all, - we women live in a world that not only values but rewards beauty so I don't see why men aren't subjected to the same rules. Women tweeze, pluck, wax, shave, botox, manicure, file, perm, straighten, mask, remove, glue on, polish, trim, diet, exercise and scrub ourselves into oblivion just to look presentable. Men tend to wake up in the morning, s**t, shower, shave and they're ready to go. What's worse is that the world in general finds this cosmic discrepancy between the sexes acceptable.

So, the pretty, primped girls end up getting the short end of the (ugly) stick because they're trailing around a man who looks like he's been hit with one.



Why is this so? Is it because of that popular theory (no doubt spread by a man) that men are superficial creatures and are therefore helpless souls who are slaves to their genetic attraction to outer beauty?

Anyone who is familiar with the Indian matchmaking process would tell you that a man who is darker than the bottom of a charcoal bin will inevitably demand that his family find him a bride who is whiter than bleached snow (hence the immense popularity of Fair and Lovely among Indian girls).

Let me make it abundantly clear that I do NOT in any way think that a dark complexion is ugly and a pale one beautiful but the truth of the matter is that many other people in the world do. This means that, once again, men insist on and get what they believe to be the better-looking option.

Women are said to be compassionate and deep-thinking creatures which means that we take the time and the trouble to get to know the man hidden beneath the pimply face and big belly. Well, all that is well and good but I've never understood why the pretty women don't just hold out for a man who is nice and also fairly easy on the eye. I'm not talking about someone who like Johnny Depp with a heart likeMother Theresa's but I'm talking about a nice guy who doesn't look like John Goodman's obese cousin.

Another prevailing argument is that women are basically gold-diggers and settle for someone who looks like a hyena's rear end because his pockets are deep and overflowing with the all powerful $$.

I don't buy this as a generic truth. Not all women are gold-diggers and not all gold-diggers are women. I think the ladies are just selling themselves short by tolerating unattractive men who are too lazy to lose their beer guts and apply pimple cream. Men almost never sell themselves short and the ones who do are exceptions that prove the rule.

Since we're always going on about equality between the sexes, let's take it all the way. Let's not put up with dirty fingernails, beer bellies and unkempt hair. Men certainly don't tolerate oily hair, pimply faces and big guts - well, not in women anyway!

All this might sound superficial but it's more significant than it seems. It would do us good to emulate what men seem to do effortlessly - hold ourselves in high esteem. Then we'll find that we're surrounded by what we truly want and deserve in our lives!

images courtesy of wikimedia.org and funnyphotos.net.au

Friday, January 11, 2008

Fighting the Flu

I cannot believe how annoying this stupid flu is! I've been fighting off this weird strain of what must only be an especially stubborn African flu virus (I dare not think of it being any other kind of virus *shudder*!)

I remember feeling slightly ill just before new year and it's the 11th today and I'm still feeling slightly ill.

The good news is, I get to lie around and feel sorry for myself with little to no guilt. The bad news is, I was all set to start the New Year with a fabulous diet so that I could unveil my fabulous new self the next time I was back in KL. Well...that's gone to pot now!

I have no appetite but have been forcing myself to eat just so I can get the medicine down. I tried sticking to low calorie foods ( drinking just fruit juices and that sort of thing) but soon discovered that it didn't seem to perk me up at all and only made me feel weak.

So, yesterday, I forced down this burger which I really didn't want to eat. It was some chicken thing with some kind of avocado sauce (I tried to take a stab at being healthy there) but it was AWFUL.

Quick question: what's worse than a zero nutrition/high calorie food?
Answer: A zero nutrition/high calorie food that you don't really want to eat!

In other words, I'm eating all this stuff and not even enjoying it! Sigh...I think I'm going to crawl under the blanket now....

Friday, January 04, 2008

The Eternal Struggle

The Eternal Struggle for me is not the struggle for liberation or truth and it doesn't have anything to do with finding myself and freeing my soul. Don't get me wrong.... I, like most thinking human beings, struggle with all these questions.

But my personal Eternal Struggle has been plaguing me for far longer. I didn't seriously contemplate questions like "who am I" and "the meaning of life" until I was in my 20s but my Eternal Struggle is something I've been grappling with since I was 12!

It is my war against my sweet tooth!

Ever since I was aware of myself as a girl (which happened when I was about 12), I've been conscious of my weight (sadly!) and I've always known that the one thing that truly stood between ordinary me and spectacularly svelte me is my darned sweet tooth!

I just can't seem to get rid of my sugar craving. Who needs drugs when there are perfectly legal sugar highs all around in the form of chocolate cakes, doughnuts, eclairs and other evil goodies?

I thought I finally wrestled the beast into submission last November when I became DETERMINED to lose 5kg and actually managed to get rid of 2.5kg. Through pure abstinence and power of will, I avoided the sweets for 4 whole weeks. A new record!

Unfortunately, I made the huge mistake of believing that since it was Christmas time and New Year, why not indulge in a few chocolates and a couple of brownies? The Engineer didn't help at all. One of his Christmas gifts to me was a large, beautiful tin of McVitie's chocolate covered biscuits, fittingly called Temptations...notice the tail and horns above the "O", I swear its the devil in the form of biscuits!


I took one look at the tin and thought, "what the heck, after all, 'tis the season to be jolly and all that." I'd forgotten the vital unwritten rule that the word jolly is usually preceded by the words "fat and...."

Just think about Santa! At lease being fat and jolly is part of his job description. What's my excuse? Whoever heard of a fat and jolly writer?

I just checked the scale on New Year's Day and discovered, to my horror, that I was back where I started. Holiday Hottie has transformed intoNew Year Fatty!

I need to lose 5kg all over again....I suppose I should just accept that it never ends!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Happy New Year!

I cannot believe that it's resolution time again! I just calculated how old I'm going to be in 2008 and I've decided that I've finally reached the age that I'm going to be for the rest of my life. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not getting any older - ever - no siree!

It just seems overwhelming and a little frightening how quickly time moves. I remember back when I was a child when an evening out in the sun seemed to last for hours when it was really only between four and six o'clock.

Now... I look at the clock and it's ten in the morning. I blink and it's 3pm! Years are screeching by at top speed!

I've often felt that New Year's resolutions are a waste of time and an activity in futility since you're only setting yourself up for failure. Everyone knows that gyms are always SO FULL in January and gradually dwindle down to the hardcore fitness freaks by March. So why make resolutions?

This time, I've had a slight change of heart and decided that there's going to be one major resolution for 2008. Since I'm older (sob!) and wiser (yay!) I think I'll keep it short and meaningful.

The following is part of a message that was sent to me by a dear friend. It's called Let It Go by T.D Jakes. I don't know who T.D Jakes is but he certainly captured my wish and resolution for 2008.



There are people who can walk away from you.
And hear me when I tell you this!
When people can walk away from you: let them walk.



I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,
loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you,
staying attached to you.
I mean hang up the phone.



When people can walk away from you let them walk.
Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.


People leave you because they are not joined to you.
And if they are not joined to you,
you can't make them stay.
Let them go
.



And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person,
it just means that their part in the story is over.
And you've got to know when people's
part in your story is over so that you
don't keep trying to raise the dead.



You've got to know when it's dead.
You've got to know when it's over.
Let me tell you something.
I've got the gift of good-bye.
It's the tenth spiritual gift,
I believe in good-bye.



It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful,
and I know whatever God means for me to have
He'll give it to me.
And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.
Stop begging people to stay.
Let them go!!



If you are holding on to something
that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life,
then you need to ..LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...

LET IT GO!!!


If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...
LET IT GO!!!


If someone has angered you .....
LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge ..
LET IT GO!!!


If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ..
LET IT GO!!!


If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or
talents ..
LET IT GO!!!


If you have a bad attitude...

LET IT GO!!!


If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...
LET IT GO!!!


If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new
level in Him...
LET IT GO!!!


If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship.....

LET IT GO!!!


If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help
themselves..
LET IT GO!!!


If you're feeling depressed and stressed ....
LET IT GO!!!


If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling
yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it," then you need to...
LET IT GO!!!


Let the past be the past.
Forget the former things.
GOD is doing a new thing for
2008 !!!
LET IT GO!!



HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! Here's wishing all of you the Brightest, Most Beautiful year and all things shiny and hopeful.

Love,
Trisha