So This Is Christmas…and I will make you feel normal ( now magazine won’t as it’s crap)

Well hello there my darlings!

How was Christmas, good? Bad? Ugly? Look, I ain’t judging if the only way you managed to cope is through copious amounts of booze or online shopping. I get it. I too have a family, and I know it can feel like WW3 when your all get together.

My Christmas was fabulous ( thank you for asking!) and I had a great time with the BP family getting trollied on Turkey and any alcohol we could find.

If you had a rubbish Christmas, booo urns! I am sending love and hope that you have a better one next year…

So I know I have been a bit quiet as of late but it has mainly been down to my new job and the fact that I live in London, my family is up north and my Partner is in the armed forces, therefore, my free time is minimal or spent on the tube getting annoyed at other fellow commuters. 

As it Christmas I need to provide you with a Christmas rant ( I know how you all love my inarticulate rants) So what caught my eye today was a post by blogger English mum on facebook, which is of the latest NOW! Magazines cover.

*trigger warning* – you will want to punch someone in the face.

Look, I will keep this brief. WOMEN IN PUBLISHING YOU NEED TO STOP POLICING WOMEN’S BODIES.

Secondly, women of the world, there is nothing “normal” about putting other women down to make you feel “normal“. In fact, that is the absolute height of being fucked up and makes you weak, insecure and a bully. Before you argue, think of all the bitchy nasty people you know, are they happy? Exactly.

By buying these magazines we are saying that we deserve this. That they are right, that they are perfectly correct to tell us that the “flabby belly” of chantelle is wrong.

Pfff….of course it is wrong Now magazine, I wish all of these women who have carried babies would stop milking it and just stick their fingers down their throats and go back to “normal” body sizes. How very dare they not be size zeros!…Because, you know, skinny people make a country and the world a much more successful and happy place, just ask Ethiopia, they are always banging on about women s bodies and becoming a fatty,fatty, fat, fat…( blatant sarcasm there people!blatant sarcasm)

So basically ladies, now magazine and the other tripe magazines out there are full of shit ( well actually, I presume not as obviously none of their staff must eat therefore have no need to excrete solids…) And if all you have to worry about in life is the size of your body and what people think of it, you must be the luckiest son of a gun in the world…otherwise, ignore this shit and focus your time and attention on the things that really matter, like being nice to each other and getting these idiots off their own pedestals and making the world an even better place.

I’m a fatty in their eyes and thank fuck for that, it must mean I have a personality and bigger things to worry about than what they think, go me. When my youth goes I will still rock, when theirs go…eekkk 😉 sorting out being skinny AND wrinkles? *snorts* poor puddings…

Stay sassy peeps. You rock. I said so, so it’s true.

BP Xxx

The Downward Spiral, who are you?! Maria..joan…

When I was younger and the internet was new ( yes dear readers I am old enough to remember dial up, going to friends houses to internet purge on their connection and even the day libraries first allowed it to become publicly available!) I was a fan of a website called rotten.com…I won’t link to it as I am aware most people start their internet journey there, and it’s hardly positive (if you go there be prepared for violence and gore )  but whilst exploring the internet this woman appeared in my life…I loath to say that a decade on I still have no idea who she is, but if you can help let me know. Either way, this image alone will be used in my autobiography of things that I saw and that mattered in my formative years. At 17 I stared at each picture imagining how it happened and was thankful it wasn’t me. That concept always worries me you know, “thank god it’s not me”….but this is my first internet case of such a perception- 

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No one will know how much I have researched her in an attempt to give her a name. I want to give her name, nothing more, her story is there, forced in your face.What more could any words say on her?! Either way, I wish I knew her story more. In London her face was used in anti heroin campaigns and now she is a face of anti meth…either way I don’t care what or who she is associated with, I just want to know who she is..am I alone?! All my internet sleuthing has conjured up is that her name may be “Maria Romas” – not confirmed or “Joan” also not confirmed. One comment stated that she had found love and was happily drug free, yet another that she has hurt her own child in her quest to get high..the most likely ending I have found is that she is dead.

 

No matter what her story is I wish to know it, not to glorify it. This isn’t Catherine F. FFS…but who was this woman whose face is so commonly used as as a warning against drugs? Surely someone must know?!

 

I hope that you are alive and well and drug free…or dead and free of pain. What I dread is that I find it’s now 30 years and life is still this horrific for you my dear, and if it is, message me. I will do anything to help you. In fact any one in these circumstances, reach out to this silly blogger, as she for some reason wishes she could help Xxx