Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Humanising Henry

As usual in the Mayou household, the topic turned to history earlier, and this brought back a whole flood of thoughts from a presentation I did a couple of years ago on Henry VIII.  What has always struck me about interpretations of one of England's most famous monarchs is that as an 'historical figure' he is portrayed as if he were of another world.  What I love about history is that whatever culture, whatever era, whatever place a person comes from, human nature remains unchanged.  Think you have nothing in common with a Roman, or a Viking, or an ancient Egyptian? You do; we are all human beings who have felt love, pain and heartache, jealousy, anger, fear and desire.  It is with this in mind that I choose to view Henry VIII.

The traditional view of Henry is of a tyrannical ruler who beheaded two of his wives in cold blood and founded the Church of England so he could get shot of his first.  Like many historians, I am going to offer my views of the man in terms of three of Henry's six wives (and believe me I have views on the other three, perhaps a part two?).

Wife number one: Catherine of Aragon.  A happy marriage for around 17 years, many think the 'divorce' (actually it was an annulment, so the marriage had technically never been - ouch!) was all about Henry's lust for new hottie Anne Boleyn.  Well, it kind of was, but don't forget that Katherine had never produced the all important surviving son and heir, and by the time Anne came along Catherine was pushing 42!  Henry's father, Henry VII, had literally fought for the throne, with a tenuous claim to it, and Henry did not want to be the man to put an end to the dynasty.  Not only that, being a bit of a theologian, I believe he genuinely convinced himself, courtesy of a passage in the Bible, that his marriage was cursed because he had taken his brother's wife (Catherine had been married to his older brother, Arthur, who died). It took Henry about 6 years to get the marriage dissolved, and excommunication from his precious Catholic Church (as a child Henry was groomed for the priesthood, not the throne).  He sacrificed his faith, his hugely popular and once loved Queen, and six years of his life for a woman; lust or love?

But love can lead to hate, to jealousy and to anger.  Anne Boleyn had powerful enemies.  She was too loud, too outspoken, and far too protestant for some.  There is little doubt in my mind that Anne was set up when it came to accusations of adultery.  Whether or not she was guilty is of little consequence because Henry certainly believed she was.  Betrayed by the woman he loved, the woman he had fought and sacrificed so much for, humiliated as a man and a King, it is not difficult to understand his anger and sorrow.  She was actually executed for treason on the grounds that she had plotted to kill the King, so being found guilty, it was the law that called for execution, not the King.  Did he wish her dead for her deeds?  Here, my mind is divided.  Meek and mild Jane Seymour (his next wife) was already on the scene and Anne had miscarried a son not so long before her demise.  Jane was a huge contrast to troublesome and opinionated Anne and I think Henry longed for a fresh start with a marriage and hence, an heir, that all Europe viewed as legitimate (Catholics never accepted his annulment to Catherine; she was dead at this time).  Perhaps Anne's sentence was a convenience to Henry, but he was only acting within the law, and he allowed her a quick, pain-free death by opting for a swordsman, not an axe or the agonising stake.  A small mercy by today's standards I suppose, but a mercy nonetheless from a wounded and humiliated King.

Henry's precious third wife, Jane Seymour, died as a result of childbirth, and perhaps the fact he is buried with her shows the tragedy Henry's longed for son, Edward, brought with him.  I believe that Henry did love, at a time when so many monarchs only married for convenience and dynastic reasons.  There are countless examples of beautiful letters he wrote to his lovers, reminiscent of scenes from Romeo and Juliet.  Love was on his list of priorities, I am sure.  Up to this point, I see Henry's life as a constant, conflicting battle; to be the King he was never meant to be, to secure his father's dynasty with a son, to love and to be loved and to do God's will as he interpreted it.  The saddest part about this battle is that his first wife, Catherine (pictured), was probably his perfect match all along.  She was a strong woman, from a powerful dynasty, who stood by him as King and whom I believe loved him, and certainly at one time, he loved her.  She had sons, but they died in infancy.

Henry was smart enough to allow his two daughters to rule in their own right if his son died, which he did after only a short reign.  In a time when women were considered unfit to rule in England, little could Henry have known that one of his daughters would actually be one of the greatest monarchs England would ever see; Elizabeth I.  But as all we humans know, hindsight is a wonderful thing!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

What a 'big man' he is!

You may well be surprised to see a football related blog entry here.  Believe me, I'm as surprised as you are!  However, when something incenses you so entirely you know it's time to write, write, write!  Two words, John Terry.

If you haven't just seen the appalling behaviour of the Chelsea and England captain during the Chelsea v. Barcelona match, you surely must have heard about him sleeping with his best friend's (and team-mate's) fiancée and racially abusing Anton Ferdinand.  Now, if you didn't see today's incident you will soon find out, courtesy of the media, that he deliberately and maliciously kneed in the back Alexis Sanchez of Barca whilst another player was making a pass their way (though this isn't how he put it, of course!).  He was out of sight of the referee, but it is rather stupid of a professional footballer to think that one of the referee's assistants won't spot such a blatant act of foul-play.

BUT this man can do no wrong!  "We're all human beings, and under a lot of pressure these players, we all make mistakes", said Chelsea manager Roberto Di matteo (and I'm typing this live by the way!), when asked if he was angry with Terry.  Jamie Redknapp and Glenn Hoddle seem to think that Terry has been "a big man" coming forward and admitting his mistake.  Well, I don't think that's exactly what he did, did he?  What he actually said was, "yeah I can see how it looks bad on the replay".  He made up some ridiculous nonsense about him 'protecting himself' and that what he did wasn't intentional.  In fact he hopes that all the people who know him and the fans would know he would never do anything to intentionally hurt someone.  

Well this man is either incredibly ignorant, or he's a liar.  Because I'd say sleeping with your best friend's fiancée is always likely to hurt somebody, and hurling racial abuse isn't exactly a picnic in the park for the recipient.  But all is well, because Terry is the captain, and the team love him, and he's apologised.  He's "a big man".  When are the footballing world going to realize that there are plenty of talented footballers out there who deserve to hold the captaincy?  Men who believe in fair-play, who support their team-mates and set an example.  Managers should not allow men like Terry, who repeatedly brings shame to their club, to hold such a prestigious role within the team - what example does it set?!  Paid millions to act like a 12 year old bully-boy; embarrassing!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Inspiring Olympians

I was so pleased today to pick up my copy of Zest magazine  and see the beautiful athlete Jessica Ennis on the front cover (yes I know this pic is from Marie Claire, she's everywhere!).  I find Zest's health chat inspiring enough but their inclusion of Jess pushed it to a whole new level.  This got me thinking...

I know the Olympics is supposedly going to do wonders for our economy, for our capital and for our country but how else could it benefit us everyday people?  My conclusion: inspiration.  What is an Olympian?  They are not just 'sports people': they push themselves to their limits, and then they do it some more.  They strive, everyday, to make themselves better.  They dedicate every aspect of their lives, their diets, their time, their bodies, to the achievement of their goal.

We might not be sports people, but can we not all learn something from our Olympic athletes?  I don't just mean from a physical perspective but I will stick with the theme to illustrate my point.  Very recently, due to various happenings, I have become increasingly aware of the potential frailty of the human condition.  It has served to remind me (and forgive the old cliché) that we should be grateful for what we have.  I am blessed with four fully functioning limbs, and a system of internal organs in fully working order, and I think I have a duty to look after that.  We actually have the potential to push our bodies to the limits that Olympians do!  Of course, we might choose to dedicate our lives to other things, but that doesn't mean that the same concepts can't exist in these other areas to reach our absolute potential.  Certainly the same thing can be applied to our minds, to our family lives, to our talents etc etc.  'Use it or lose it' suddenly springs to mind!

Another thing that occurred to me looking at Jess Ennis, is the role model she is in terms of society's obsession with the body beautiful!  What is the body beautiful?  Surely it is a body that has reached it's full potential in terms of health and ability: Jess Ennis's body!  Now I'm not advocating we all train to be a heptathlete, or spend a furious 2 hours a day on the treadmill and the Smith Machine, but I do hope the beautiful healthy bodies that will be photographed and splashed all over the media during the Olympics will serve as some inspiration, especially to the younger generation who are bombarded with images of very slim fashion models.  Perhaps the Olympians will help them to understand that there are many different body types, and that a healthy body, however it looks, is an enviable one.

Gold medals all round I think!!!

Monday, April 16, 2012

A WHAT?!!!


I do hope that many who have engaged in any kind of media today feel the same as I do.  I'm finding the British media more and more tiresome.  In their desperate bid to sell sell sell they just talk absolute nonsense, exaggerate immensely, and it's getting embarrassing.  Today, the British public have been advised by the media there is a severe drought!!!  And not only that, it could continue until after Christmas!!!  Oh my word, WHAT is to be done, you ask?!!!  Well, actually, according to Sky News (and please note this information is nearing the end of an article that has made it sound like we've almost run out of the essential liquid of life), 'Officials stress that public water supplies are unlikely to be affected by the ongoing drought but are reiterating calls from consumers to combat the dry conditions by using scarce water wisely'.  So basically, what's the problem here? 

Apparently there's a hosepipe ban; what's the worst that can happen???  Your car stays a bit dusty, you need to use a watering can to water your prizewinning hydrangeas and that water fight you promised your kids at their summer sleepover is off.  Big deal.

A 'drought' is what they have in Africa.  A 'drought' is where it doesn't rain and there isn't enough water to sustain life.  Human beings die of thirst and starvation because there isn't enough water to drink or to sustain crops.  There isn't any money, there isn't any import, there isn't any aid.

So lets put this 'drought' into perspective shall we? 
 1) take a trip to Tesco and see how much bottled water is for sale.  Not just that; we have juice, pop, milk etc etc.  So none of us will die of thirst!
2) we import food from all over the world.  We have access to fruits no one knows how to eat!  We will not starve!
3) 'public water supplies are unlikely to be affected by the ongoing drought'.  So basically, you can use your dishwasher, washing machine, flush, have a bath or shower as often as you like, we won't run out!  Public advice will be what it's always been: have a shower instead of a bath (but who's policing this?!).  The UK will remain smelling sweet and Radox will undoubtedly stay in business!

To the British media: get real, your sensationalism is ridiculous!!!

Friday, April 6, 2012

'Hate the haterz'!!!

I love this phrase, Lily Cooper (formerly Allen) used it on Twitter last night and I frequently see it on facebook. 'Hate the haterz'.  I'm going to ignore the fact this phrase is a complete paradox because it goes off my point, which is this... I am a hater!

Frequently when I look in the mirror, I hate this bit or that bit.  I want a bit off here, a bit more on there.  I've been this way since I was a teenager, one of the first to develop scary boobs and notice stretch-marks on my then rather skinny thighs.  I thought because I had stretch-marks I must be fat.  No one told me that they just pop up during puberty and ironically it was probably more likely down to sports and the development of my muscles.  It's difficult to change the thinking patterns you develop during your teenage years.

This is why I was so thrilled to see the Dove Self Esteem Programme for girls and boys aged 11-14.  One statistic given in their literature: 'While only 19% of teenage girls are overweight, 67% think they 'need to lose weight' ' (Jan 2004, Bliss Magazine) (I have to say this statistic was most likely published in a teenage magazine brimming with images of skinny models and actresses - ironic!).  The programme aims to educate young people in building their self-esteem and body confidence, and teaches why these things are so important in life.  Kids answer questions like 'Who says who is beautiful?' and view the work that airbrushing does to the images of actresses like Kate Winslet.  There are free, downloadable workshops and activity guides for school-teachers to use in class, but also for parents to use at home.  http://www.dove.co.uk/dsep/support-tools/workshops.html

If I had a teenage daughter, I would absolutely be using these resources and encouraging her school to do the same.  I was always keen on Dove's 'Real Beauty' campaign but I think they have really pulled it out of the bag with this, working alongside 'beat', an eating disorder charity.  Whilst much of the media world tries to shrink everyone down with ridiculous syrup diets, some campaigns are positively fighting back.  The fact is, to be as fit and healthy (body and mind) as your situation allows, whatever body that comes with, is the most important thing, and this should be encouraged.  I love magazines like Zest and Women's Health who encourage us grown ups as well (so perhaps it's not too late for me either!)  So no more haterz please, it's positively unhealthy!!!




Sunday, March 4, 2012

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Inspired by my brother's movie blog, I would today like to have a crack at a movie review. And what else, but my favourite movie of all time, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes?  Of course, if you didn't know already, this is a Marilyn Monroe film!

As a fan, it's tempting to choose to review a film in which Marilyn doesn't play the dumb blonde, such as Don't Bother to Knock or Niagra; roles a bit darker.  But, also as a fan, I make no apology for reviewing a classic 'dumb blonde' role, probably one of her best!  She just did it so damn well!

The first part of the film is based around a trans-Atlantic voyage to Paris, where Marilyn's character is to marry her millionaire fiancé, Mr Esmond.  It's hard not to fall in love with Lorelei Lee, Marilyn's blonde, 'gold-digging', butter-wouldn't-melt, character.  She is the only girl who can 'stand with a spotlight in her eye and still see a diamond in a man's pocket'...impressive!  Not the only beauty in town, Miss Lee's chaperone and best friend, the sexy, level-headed, 'hobo collector', brunette Dorothy Shaw, played by the gorgeous Jane Russell.  What a stunning pair!


And the singing, dancing duo certainly make an impression on the ship.  Attracting an array of admirers including the Olympic team and the elderly owner of a Diamond mine, they run into some trouble when they discover Lorelei's suspicious fiancé has hired a private detective to keep tabs during the trip!  An incriminating, yet entirely innocent photograph gets them in a jam and once they arrive in Paris, after spending all their money on shopping they find their hotel reservation and credit cancelled by Mr Esmond.

No trouble for these girls, their talents see them performing together in a Paris theatre and this, ladies and gentleman, is where the fabulous, much copied but never replicated, 'Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend' number comes in.  Marilyn is in her element and utterly divine!

A previous 'misunderstanding' with some very expensive diamonds winds Lorelei up in court, but Dorothy, being the smart one, gets her out of a pickle with her cabaret courtroom performance!  Sexy sexy sexy!!!
This film is loads of fun!  It's light hearted, sexy and funny.






I suppose it depends very much on what you like, but there are some fantastic costumes, sets and musical numbers.  Marilyn is adorable, funny, beautiful and shows that her character isn't so dumb in the end - a triumph!!!  Jane Russell is on fire, those dark locks, red lips and unbelievable curves.


If teenagers and twenty-somethings had these two film-stars to look up today to we'd have an altogether healthier society!
Never again do I want to hear anyone say, 'I don't like old movies'. 'Old movies' such as this one are timeless.  We don't get the sparkle, the glamour, the spectacle that is Gentlemen Prefer Blondes in today's cinema.  So go back in time a little bit, and ENJOY yourself.  This movie guarantees a bit of fun!!!

Robs blog: Movie Review: The Artist

Robs blog: Movie Review: The Artist: I intend to launch blogs on my page reviewing recent movies I've seen and music albums etc aswell as my usual random thought blogs. This wil...

Very pleased to see my lovely brother get going on a movie blog. For those of you have don't know Rob, he is a movie buff if ever there was one. Braver than I, he has watched the Oscar winning silent movie 'The Artist' and given a thoughtful and frank review. It's obviously done it's job, because I now want to give it a go. Really looking forward to future ones!

The biggest question of them all is will I ever get a review on a Marilyn Monroe movie from Rob??? I wonder!!!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

What's in a name?

The ink has hardly dried on the reports of the disgrace of The New of the World.  Rupert Murdoch and his despicable reporters caused untold misery and humiliation to some very vulnerable people.  They used methods worthy of the F.B.I. to source information for their sensationalist stories.  And for what?  To further their deceit driven careers and sell Murdoch's precious Sunday newspaper!  Somehow, Murdoch got away with it.  It seems that repeating over and over again that 'none of it had anything to with me' gets you off scot-free!  If a company folds, the director is held responsible.  If a football team lose too many matches, the manager is held responsible.  So why this farcical parliamentary enquiry, when by convention, the top-dog is held responsible for epic failure?!

So here we are, the Saturday before the first Sunday Sun is published.  'Because in Britain, The Sun comes out every day'.  A newspaper, check.  A Sunday edition, check.  Owned by Murdoch, check.  So where exactly is the difference here?  The News of the World / The Sun on Sunday.  What's in a name?  I don't see the point of a newspaper falling into disgrace and being shut down if a matter of months later, what is essentially the same newspaper, with the same values, probably the majority of the same reporters, and certainly the same boss is allowed back into print.

I suppose there will be some new code of ethics which will promise to drop the sleaze that has kept The News of the World selling for so long.  I hope someone is keeping a close watch, because tabloid reporters love nothing more than to push boundaries.  Still, if they can't resort to their old methods to get the top gossip, there is a possibility the Sun on Sunday will be rather duller than its predecessor.  But fear not, Murdoch still has a few tricks up his sleeve!  Visit the Sun website and you will be hit in the face by a ridiculously long-lashed, rusty-faced Katie Price who is clearly held in such high regard she has been given her own column in the Sunday edition!  Other people study and work tirelessly for years to break into the media!  I suppose Katie has worked tirelessly too to remain in the spotlight.  Always working, even whilst on holiday as you can see!



But apparently she is 'writing to show people she's not just boobs, lashes and fake tan'.  Personally, I think refraining from episodes such as this one is more likely to do that.


Still it would be interesting to see what Katie finds to write about.  I suspect it will be along the lines of boobs, lashes and fake tan.  Possibly not hers but undoubtedly other people's.  Unfortunately, I will never know, as I don't intend to go out and buy it.  Because I like news.




Thursday, February 23, 2012

What am I not getting?

Fashion.  I don't pretend to be an expert.  I like old stuff, whether it's 'in' or not.  But I do take an interest, and love looking at what everyone's wearing.  So today when StylistPick threw up a little fashion week blog on facebook I thought I'd have a shufty.  They'd hand-picked and photographed some rather 'trendy' (is that word even trendy?) looking girls they'd found wondering the streets of London.  Some quirky, some fabulously accessorized.

 Now I'm sorry to this lovely looking woman for picking on her, I really am, she looks lovely, but I don't understand why she was picked out for a super fashion snapshot?  Jacket, black jeans, jumper, scarf, hat, boots.  I haven't seen any of these particular items in the 'Spring' stuff that's coming out and if this is super funky, I'm doing it every day.  I suppose I should be glad?

Actually, it makes me feel that I'll never really get it.  I don't think there is a formula.  If you look totally quirky and have found some bizarre looking garments to adorn yourself with, you're fashionable.  If you throw on some ripped jeans, some enormous biker boots and your boyfriend's t-shirt, you're fashionable.  If you dress like you're from any by-gone era, you're fashionable.  And clearly if you throw on some jeans and a jumper and wrap up warm, you are fashionable.  I think if you went out in your pyjamas you'd probably win some sort of award!

So I think I'm just going to stick with what I like, and hope someone thinks that's fashionable.  OK, OK!  I'll leave the Boyzone t-shirt in the draw!!!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Run Fat Bitch Run

No, I'm not insulting you.  This is the name of a book.  On reading recommendations of this book in both Zest and Women's Health, I decided I would give it a go and purchased it for my Kindle.  As I'm sure you've guessed, this book is about running! This is where I stand...

The author, Ruth Field has an interesting approach to running, which I like.  The book, she says, is designed for those of us who 'never commit to anything by way of exercise or diet for long enough to see any results'.  She suggests that you will probably never enjoy running and it will always be hard work.  BUT, you will eventually 'embrace' the hard work because of the results you see it bringing.  Fair enough.

So if this book is for the commitment-phobe, how do we motivate ourselves to get running and stay running?  This is where it goes downhill if you are like 99.9% of women.  In order to motivate yourself, you must tell yourself what a fat, lazy bitch you are.  Yes!  Now, I don't about you, but I do this pretty much every day.  It does NOT motivate me to exercise, it motivates me to give up and reach for another cream cake, 'coz I'm fat anyway'.  It's called being a woman.

When you begin Field's six-step programme you have to plan a route, which should be between 3 and 4 miles.  Initially she wants you walk it.  Just walk, no running.  Great!  No.  This will take you around an hour and you are expected to do this every day until you start to feel you can do a bit of running.  That put me put off the whole programme instantly.  Trying to find an entire hour to commit to exercise every day, certainly for me, is simply impossible.  Even if I could find one, I couldn't justify spending so much time walking around.  She disagrees.  Apparently, if President Obama can fit in a run a day anyone can.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think Obama has a little help with the everyday things that take up much of everyone else's free time.

Finally, she specifies that your route should be on your doorstep.  You should find one which is pleasurable, scenic, where you can get onto grass or better, sand, and breathe in fresh air.  That might be OK if you live in the South of France or near Bondi  Beach.  If you live in the city, beyond your doorstep is likely to be concrete pavements and polluted main roads.  The only grass you'll see is in the local park, where 14 year-olds are drinking White Lightning, hanging off the climbing frame and taking the time out of their hectic homework schedules to mock your wobbly bottom.

So to sum up 'Run Fat Bitch Run', if you have a lot of time on your hands, live in a beautiful sleepy Cornish village and enjoy hurling abuse at yourself, buy it.  If you are a normal, hard-working, suburb-dwelling human being with emotions, do not.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Red-Carpet Generation

On my lunch-break today I was idly flicking through a Marie Claire magazine when something occurred to me.  It appears, as this is predominantly a fashion magazine, that it is highly unfashionable to smile.  No, really!  Page after page of pouts, of smoldering eyes, of faces so serious you would think their dogs had just died!  Celebrities, models, even photos of the columnists display faces that declare 'fashion-is-very-a-serious-matter-don't-you-know'.



Not only that, but I noticed some of the bizarre poses celebrities pull on the red-carpet.  Case in point shown above courtesy of Eva and Megan.  What I have now dubbed 'The Owl'!  In which other life scenario would you contort your neck in this direction?  Clearly, this display is intended to show the celebs best assets.  After all, they've worked hard to get into those Spanx, and the face has taken all day! And who could forget the famous red-carpet pout?  For a film premiere is not a happy occasion where celebs celebrate their work, it is an opportunity to look sexy so they can get more work!  I don't know where Keira gets her lemon drops from, but they work wonders for those cheek bones!

Now, go onto facebook.  Anything seem familiar?  Yes, this bizarre trend has filtered down to almost the entire facebook generation!  You will barely see a photo pass by without a pose or a pout.  I'm no different.  I've done it...badly.  I must admit I haven't yet had time to perfect the art.  I have no idea which is my best side, and my clumsy legs and arms just don't know where to go to get that classic red-carpet silhouette, but some people are doing a fabulous job!

After considering this phenomenon, I would like take a moment to thank my boyfriend for furnishing facebook with some of the worst, yet most authentic photos of me!  I am not a celebrity, and I don't need to impress anyone with sexy poses and pouts.  So I think what facebook, and what we all need are photos that look a little more like this....


Happy clicking!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

...Blonde

             



The pages don't intimidate.
   There is freedom in the Ulysses that
Fix her gaze.
   They do not see their Misfit
In this freeze-frame.
   The pages aren't a game, it is over
For now
   Until the still
Brings immortality
   And she plays from the grave,
Again.
   But the pages don't intimidate

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

My Week with Marilyn - internal debate pushed to the limit!!!

I know, I know!  This is only my third blog and the subject matter is Marilyn Monroe.  I can't help myself and I can't promise there won't be many more.  More specifically, I want to talk about 'My Week with Marilyn'; the book and the film.

I watched this, when it came out at the cinema, with trepidation.  I am a fan.  It could have gone only one of two ways, there was no middle ground!  Love or hate.  Fortunately, I was thrilled by the depiction of the woman I feel I have grown to know through her work, the words of her contemporaries and of her own.  A beautiful, creative, philosophical, ambitious, insecure, desolate woman who wanted desperately to be better, better at everything she did, better at being a person.

After watching the film I was content to enjoy it for what it was, a wonderful, well-rounded portrait of Marilyn. However, the book drew me in and the internal debate began!  The book is essentially the diary of Third Assistant Director on the film 'The Prince and the Showgirl', Colin Clark.  It is split into two parts, the one he wrote whilst filming took place at Pinewood Studios, and the one he wrote many years later.  The one he wrote later is the 'missing nine days' of his original diary, or, his week with Marilyn.  From reading reviews, I seem to be the only one who is finding this fact questionable.  After all, these diaries are historical documents, which my degree studies are encouraging me to tear apart!  I'm not saying I disbelieve Clark's story, I am merely questioning whether the imagination can run away with a person when reminiscing on an exciting chapter in one's life.  I think it probably can.  In addition, I believe a little hindsight can creep in when writing about past events many years later.  To what degree have Clark's words been shaped by the things he learned about Marilyn after the event?  He does seem, at least to me, to be almost omnipresent throughout the week in question.

As a fan, I like to think that every word of Clark's self-confessed 'fairy-tale' is true, and the books and hence the film give us a true reflection of Marilyn Monroe.  And I do mean Marilyn Monroe and not 'Norma Jeane', as so many writers choose to divide the two as if separate entities (but that's for another blog entry).  The fact is, we will never know how much is truth and how much is fairy-tale, just as I will never truly know who she was.  One thing is for sure, my search for her has not ended with Clark's words, although I like I think they corroborate what I have already learned.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The issues of the 13/02/12

Three immediate topics hit me today: the late Whitney Houston, slavery and Valentine's day.  They are NOT related, you understand, or we could end up with a rather ridiculous and inappropriate story on our hands!

I'll keep it brief about Ms Houston: like Ms Winehouse, what a tragedy.  A life of astronomical success entirely deserved when judged on her supreme talent, but plagued by addiction and sorrow.  Drugs and alcohol stripping away yet another celebrity's dignity, in death.  No, I hate the celebrity tag here; I mean another human being.

I am currently studying the Trans-Atlantic slave trade for my degree.  I have studied slavery and the slave trade before, but perhaps, not so much in context.  Of course, the trade was appalling.  The scale was appalling.  The morality was appalling.  But, how can any of us really, ever, comprehend what happened.  Standing in the barracks and ruins of Auschwitz I & II, I found the enormity of the crimes committed there, during the Holocaust, incomprehensible.  Looking at the 'Stowage of the British slave ship "Brookes" under the Regulated Slave Trade Act 1788' c.1790 (Library of Congress), I can only begin to understand the horror and inhumanity of the trade.  Imagine lying, shoulder to shoulder, head to wall, feet to wall, only 2 feet above you, for three months.  You may as well picture yourself in a coffin.  Add to that human bodies: sweat, bodily functions, rats, disease, corpses.  And this is only your journey; if you make it alive.  The journey to 18 hours a day hard labour in the blistering heat, not enough sustenance, whippings, beatings, mutilations, sexual assault, families torn apart.  No, we cannot begin to comprehend the life of one slave, let alone the plight of millions.

On a lighter note today, and even typing it after my previous musings seems inappropriate; Valentine's day.  What a lovely idea when you are 14 years old and a mystery card comes through your door on February 14th, or is snuck into your schoolbag by an unknown party!  If you're that lucky!  But come one, when you're 27 and desperately in love, must we rely on Saint Valentine, or more appropriately Clinton Cards, to tell us when to celebrate our fortunate situation?!  I think not.  I'm not averse to a little romance, a nice dinner, some wine and choccies, flowers!  But I wouldn't want to restrict myself to one day a year, when the prices of all five little treats treble.  Happy Valentine's day Clintons, you're getting the best present of all.  I bet your shareholders are googly eyed with love for you every February 14th!  You wouldn't sell that ridiculous, pointless tat any other time of year!

Happy Monday!



Friday, February 10, 2012

Made it

Long have my passionate thoughts on the subjects of the day simply dwindled and died away! Do I have something to say?  I can't remember.  It's time to inflict my feeble musings on the world.  No longer will I sit by idle as though I don't know or care about the world in which we live.  I do.

This isn't to say I will only blog about whatever I read in the Times, you understand!  No, No.  There is so much more to life.  There is that cream I tried the other week, there is that dress I bought on ebay and various other shallow yet satisfying escapades!

So here I am, finally, after meaning to do this for so long.  My thoughts, accessible to all...for what they are worth!