Back on the Boob Brigade

Well, I suppose it's not really a boob brigade as a, please, we don't need those boobs in our newspaper brigade...
But we won't dwell.

I'm back doing the No More Page 3 campaign, which is actually very exciting, Uni work got in the way (story of my life, am I ever going to graduate?! I feel like I've been here forever, anyway...) Things have picked up considerably since I last checked in, to the point where even the main man himself, Rupert Murdoch, has tweeted about the possibility of removing Page 3 altogether!

Result! I hear you cry! She'll finally stop posting about tits, you say!
Not quite, I reply!

Here's the thing, the campaign is still, almost 6 months down the line, being REALLY misunderstood.
I'm not sure how much clearer it can be made that this campaign is not, I repeat NOT anti-glamour, or anti-choice or anti-women. It is not a group of bored housewives looking for an hobby, or the middle class looking for something to shout about, it's not a bunch of prudes trying to shove their opinions down the throats of anyone who'll listen, in the way that many extreme religious groups go about their business.
It is just a campaign asking to have boobs taken out of the newspaper, because, at the end of the day, whilst many would argue that, alright, Jordan's latest marriage/divorce I mean, the campaign was started by someone who's not even close to 40. So if people would KINDLY do some sort of background check before they open they're mouths (or their laptops, as case would be) both sides of the debate would stand a far better chance of actually being heard.

The Girls of Page 3 have launched their own petition, obviously, going against our campaign. Within their petition description they mention how Page 3 girls 'boost morale among the troops' and how they 'raise A LOT of money for charity together as Page 3 Girls of the Sun Newspaper.' Two, teeny, tiny, itty, bitty, little things here:
1) I believe, that these men (and women) who are fighting for our country deserve more than second rate soft porn to 'boost their morale'. In fact, I'm pretty sure these brave individuals love the idea that their morale is only as good as the tits in the paper. They're fight wars! These people haven't seen their families for Christ knows how long, and I don't see a half naked bloke being sent over there, sexy solider style, for the female troops. So can we just. there is absolutely NO reason why The Sun cannot contribute to keep the morale of our troops high, whilst keeping their tops on too.
2) The girls argue that they do charity work. If The Sun is going to push that as a reason for keeping Page 3, I'm about to run the marathon. Charity work and printing tits in the newspaper on daily basis are two VERY different things. Whilst I appreciate that topless calenders do sell (Tom Daley, I am talking to you) and therefore do seem like a viable way to raise money for charity, if the Sun is so concerned with Page 3 being associated to charity work, why not start introducing people who are out there, day in, day out doing work for some of the amazing organisations out there? Keep it to British Charities, if we're going to argue that Page 3 is a 'British Institution' (good Lord), and do profiles on people actually making a difference? On people who are out there, doing amazing and incredible things every single day.

Murdoch himself has mentioned the idea of replacing the Page 3 girls with 'Glamorous Fashionistas', so take it one step further Rup (is ok if I call you Rup? I'm going to call you Rup), scratch beneath the surface a little. Sure, feature Glamour Fashionistas... Henry Holland is releasing a capsule collection for Cancer Research (Gay, fully clothed, on Page 3. I see an angry mob forming... not). Have some faith in the British public, in your readers and the buyers and your advertisers.

So here we are, Hayley & her NMP3 adventure, round 2.
I'll keep you updated.

Much love xo

Weekly Edit: Feeling Blue

Weekly Edit #1 - Scrapbook page devoted to denim, denim, denim! 

Denim, ladies and gentlemen, is having a moment.
I do not mean a 15 minutes of fame kind of moment, I do not mean a flash-fashion kind of moment, but a full blown, Susan Boyle I Dreamed A Dream kind of moment.

And I am completely swept away.

I would just like to begin with the statement that I, quite royally, DESPISE jeans.
I hate them.
I hate skinny. I hate flared. I hate bootcut. I hate boyfriend. I hate coloured and patterned and stone wash and black.
I just hate jeans.

Yes, it all down to a MASSIVE inferiority complex. Skinny jeans have always and will always be cool and I cannot pull them off. The fabric itself stretches across my thighs the way Lycra would go across an elephant. The colours are unflattering, and I've only ever encountered one pair that fit me at both the waist and the length and those were from a shop in California. Helpful.

Perfect Pini

But denim, I love.

And it's back in every form possible. From handbags to dresses, everyone is in on it.

Topshop's current denim range include the most perfect Pini I've ever seen. My wardrobe has to have it, coming into summer it'll be worn with lacy socks inside pretty Converse, and brightly coloured crop tops. Then come the winter the socks will become woolen tights and the crop tops into long sleeved shirts and jumpers. Stylish and warm (well, living in Manchester, a girl has to find a way to do both!).

A few of the beautiful Mary Katrantzou collection.

Meanwhile, Mary Katrantzou's Current/Elliot collaboration  combines must have prints with the season's must have fabric, creating everything from tops and shirts to dresses and shorts. I mean, yes, it's pricey and no, I'll never own an item within the collection, but, look at it! It's just such a pretty collection, which is almost a miracle since denim is a pretty hideous fabric.


I have also, been after an over sized denim jacket for what feels like a life time, but two of my housemates beat me to it (despite my insesnt whining) so now I just borrow theirs. It feels to me like even if the summer doesn't see in many blue skies (see again the note on me living in Manchester) then at least my wardrobe will be. I support double denim. I really do, if you can pull it off without looking a member of B*Witched then you're going places in life, and if you're one of the few lucky bitches/indie boys that can rock the skinny, then chances are you are already within life's elite.

- Much love xo