TRIGGER ALERT: Graphic Self Harm.
This is an amazingly powerful song. I watched the clip, cringed, identified, and watched it again.
It’s one of the most stunning pieces of lyrical honesty I’ve heard in a long time with an incredible message of strength and being your own salvation.
While I’m not usually a fan of female rappers, Angel Haze has this intensity and clarity in both her rhymes and her message that has me helplessly hooked. Everyone should hear this song, if the trigger alert is too much for you (& it is confronting, especially if you, like me, have history) then I’d advise you to press play and scroll down or at least read the lyrics under the cut. Her words are unflinchingly honest and saturated in genuine meaning.
Continue reading Battle Cry
I keep waiting to feel like a grown-up.
I don’t know if this is a common theme but it’s been bothering me more and more lately. This idea that I’m just going through the motions, with absolutely no clue what I’m doing, and the pervasive fear that someone will realise that I’m still on the fake it part of fake it ’til you make it.
Continue reading So This Is Adulthood?
Yesterday I wrote a short rant about this mass marketed idea of Real Women. You can find it directly beneath this one.
On it, I received a lovely comment from someone who agreed but then sort of went on to say basically the opposite. Now the last thing I want to do is discourage people from commenting, I love hearing from you guys, it totally makes my day! But this friendly, supportive comment actually made me unreasonable angry (for which I kinda feel like an asshole, sorry!) because all it did was miss my entire fucking point.
Continue reading Real Women (The Extended Edition)
I’m more than a little bit in love with Passenger. Not gonna lie, I’ve had them playing on repeat for longer than I’m willing to admit and I’m somehow still not sick of them. I think, of all of their frankly amazingly well written songs, this is the one that stands out as why.
To me, this is the anthem of almost-adulthood.
The verses make me smile and the chorus makes me ache and the melody stays in my head, reminding me that I identify. I think, to some extent or other, maybe we all identify. Maybe we all learned the hard way.
Continue reading Yeah the boat may sink but I’m not gonna rock it…
Alright so I’m not Pinocchio, but dropping the .wordpress and converting to a custom domain does make me feel like a real blogger. My content hasn’t changed, my layout is the same but I’m suddenly feeling so much more legitimate, like I now need a homepage and a more frequent posting schedule to match. Is this how people become prolific bloggers? Do they decide this is the blog they’re sticking with, buy a domain and find themselves needing to justify that decision if only to themselves? Continue reading I’m a REAL Boy…Wait…
Lately I have been completely flooded with self-help spam and life-guru book recommendations and the one thing I’m getting from all of this is that I really don’t understand the obsession with ‘Happy’. All of these diagrams and how to guides and lifestyle coaches telling you that if you just follow their simple steps then you too can be ecstatically happy all of them time.
You too can be be happy every moment of every day.
Continue reading How To Be Happy