Monthly Archives: May 2013

You’re beautiful. Say what?


Question of the day: Is it acceptable to call a stranger beautiful? 

I often ask myself this whenever I see someone who I find physically good looking for more than a materialistic reason.

I have commented on a stranger’s hair, make-up, perfume and clothes before, making them aware that I like that particular attribute of their style. The recipient of said comment usually smiles and replies with a “thank you”. I assume this response is positive and genuine as I’ve never been politely get lost yet. However, I am unsure as to whether saying to someone in the street “excuse me, I think you’re beautiful” is acceptable or just a bit weird. Passing comment on a material feature such as hairstyle or dress sense seems a safe option resulting in gratitude, yet I have seen girls who I find uniquely beautiful as they have peculiar facial features or perhaps a naturally obscure look. This look I’m talking about seems to be a rarity and I feel I owe it to this stunner of a human-being to point out my feelings. Isn’t this what model scouts do?!

If someone approached me and said “I love the way you’ve done your eyeliner”, I would undoubtedly smile, accept the compliment and appreciate their thoughts yet if someone said “I think you’re beautiful”, without any reasoning or justification as to why, I’m pretty certain I would be slightly bemused and taken aback; I’d be curious as to why they would think I’m beautiful as opposed to casually accepting the positive comment about my eyeliner.

When I next see someone who obtains this rare strange beauty that strikes me, I will test out my theory and see how they react. I may possibly come across as creepy, they may even think I’m a lesbian, (I would only do this experiment with my fellow female species…calling a fella beautiful would just be too weird, even for me), but if nothing else I might make that person’s day which is always a lovely thing to do! I suppose I could tell anyone I see passing me by that they’re beautiful but I wouldn’t want to lie to them really, I do have standards to be honest.

Maybe justification as to why someone thinks your beautiful is needed an obligatory in this society; one cannot just accept this somewhat abstract comment for no reason. Yet if your justification was “…because you look like a model alien with an odd but distinctive amount of space between you’re massive bug eyes” seems inappropriate?

Now, saying someone is “fit” is a completely different kettle of fish! Personally, I find this term quite insulting and derogatory. But no doubt somewhere deep down, under the blanket of my disgust at the fact someone finds me physically attractive and had made me feel a bit like a piece of meat, I would inwardly think “ohhh yeah I’m a hot mama. Thank you to you good sir.” But girls should want to be more than “fit”. The term “fit” leads to a temporary ego boost on my part which is ultimately short-lived and replaced nearly immediately by anger. I digress! 

Thank you reader, you are indeed beautiful (no justification needed here!). No, actually here’s the justifying; you’re beautiful for reading this.




Each time I see a McDonald’s restaurant, the same thought pops up in my head: no matter what time of day it is, there is always someone in McDonald’s.

Now I’m rather traditional in my eating habits. Breakfast in the morning, lunch at lunchtime (I know this can vary but let’s agree on 1pm) and dinner/tea and 6pm-ish generally speaking. But driving past McDonald’s at say 3.30pm I see people having a BigMac! This just baffles me. I can see the appeal of having food at one of these set times of eating, but not at the what I call “inbetweeny” times. These inbetweeny times are for cups of tea, a piece of cake, maybe a latte and a scone in the comforts of a coffee shop. Inbetweeny times are NOT made for ruddy great big burgers, chicken nuggets perhaps, but not a full on meal.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand this but alas, there is always someone in McDonald’s.

Don’t even get me started on going to the airport at 4am and seeing people eating Italian delights in Frankie and Benny’s.


My Face

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My superhero alter-ego. Masculine body I admit, but the face is spot on!

Morning everyone. This morning the sun was shining, the birds were singing and even the traffic jam emissions that filled the streets of Worcester smelt sweet. Considering the loveliness of this day my walk to the train station should have been enjoyable, should it not? Well I assumed, as any normal person would, that this would be the case. How naive of me. As I skipped merrily to the station (didn’t really skip, that would be weird although it would have the journey a lot more fun) a member of the public who was walking in the opposite direction said “cheer up!” followed by a dismissive snort.

My annoyance at this quite frankly rude and flippant comment would usually pass me by on such a glorious day, however I had had a conversation a few days previously regarding my “normal” facial expression being perceived as rather miserable.

This morning’s occurrence  has not been the first time that someone has passed judgement on my face when I am lacking and expression; a expression-lull if you may. I’m not sure if I’m more annoyed at the ignorance of the nosy parker, for all he knew I could’ve been having a bad day! My hamster may have suffocated in his rollerball hence my miserable expression. Or if I’m more peeved at the fact that my natural face is really unfriendly and oozes sadness, consequently forcing random citizens to feel the need to comment!

In my defense I can’t help my face. Nor do I find it personally acceptable to walk around grinning like a Cheshire cat everywhere I go. It’d be unnerving for all concerned and just unnecessary really. Because of this, I am now irritated and thusly my face really is in a state of misery for the time being. So there, I will not cheer up pedestrian man! You, my friend, should mind your own business. If someone really was having a terrible day you might have made it a million times worse by feeling thinking it a necessity to make said person aware of how their face looks.

In conclusion, I’m not always unhappy, (ESPECIALLY NOT THIS MORNING BUT THAT’S BEEN RUINED HASN’T IT?), my expressionless-ness is perfectly acceptable to me and your silly little opinion was not needed nor was it necessary! Thank you to you!