Social Suicide *Earns* The Death Penalty

January 8, 2012

nikki awesome blows out candles like WOAH

At least 70% of being an artist of any description is absorbing everything around you, so that when you produce something (and hopefully a ‘relevant something’) it will be a creative mishmash of pop- and social- and controversi- and IWasDrunk-cultures with at least some degree of depth, and not just some “MEH”, paint-by-numbers, Lego house reproduction of the successful art you’ve seen or heard before.

So, if you follow the subtext, this semi-explains my absence from blogging – I’ve been observing-sans-reporting and percolating so as to slam dunk some sounds all over you for 2012.  Yes, I know you’re all fed up with hearing this over and over and over and over (like a monkey with a miniature cymbal), but obviously when one creates something new and exciting, it’s far more new and exciting than the last creation, and therefore all the previously-deemed-appropriate hourly agonizations resulting in a final product five minutes ago are rendered immediately obsolete.

It also takes a while to extrapolate high-energy joyful disappointment (or ‘disco music for cutters’, if you will) and package it appropriately in a manner that doesn’t reek of self-indulgent musical masturbation, or that if it does at least it’s intentional. (Unintentional self-indulgent musical masturbation = Going to the acoustic show of a girlfriend’s boyfriend only to be ‘shushed’ as he waxes poetic about granola and how hard it is being a white twentysomething with a goatee. And she’s all ‘Isn’t he so soulful? His lyrics are like, so deep.’ while he’s all ‘pot makes me think about….the universe, man‘.  Fucking hippies.)

Anyhow, did you really think I would abandon you?  It’s been four years of madness, audience – one would think you’d have gotten the whole ‘she likes to be listened to, whatever the random misdirected discourse-for-one is’ thing by now.  I shan’t be leaving anytime soon (barring total death or any other romantically tragic complications) so stay tuned, and if you’re really that desperate, (PLUG PLUG PLUG) you should start following me on Twitter already, where you get the bonus realtime NikkiAwesome bonus, and you won’t have to bitch so much in real life, ’cause I’ll be all over that for you.  You can spend your time saying “omg yeah totally” while going about your day-to-day as a positive and happy person.  Perhaps small woodland creatures will flock to your new positive outlook in charming, Disneylike fashion. Really, I should be charging for this, is what I’m getting at.

So, to summarize the above: Yes, I was gone, but I was brain-baking some wicked treats for you and they’re piping hot and you’ll be all ‘thanks for that’, so chill with the complainy comments already!  We will soon be once again deconstructing hideous attempts at ‘fashion’, enraging conservatives, inappropriately encountering the rat race in far too many daylight sequins, and taunting pot-smoking, hackysack-playing hippies (but you can’t get wifi on a didgeridoo though, so they’ll never see it, without your help in spreading the message) .

Today’s topic is IN 2012, WHAT SOCIAL INAPPROPRIATENESS SHOULD BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH? 

Now, I realize that this is a controversial topic, particularly as everyone all over the internerd is getting all ‘uppity politically correct tsk-tsker’ after a few blogs have come out to say ‘THIS is why you shouldn’t do this or say that”.  I don’t actually have that much of an issue with attempting to be a bit more sensitive with the way one speaks/writes so as not to piss everyone off and scandalize the anonymous millions with ‘um wow, you’re actually totally racist/sexist/whateverist’.  HOWEVER – that being said, I’m more than a bit disappointed that rather than open a dialogue to debate evolving ‘socially OK’ language and the WHY’s behind the move toward one thing and away from another, more often than not the ‘offender’ is bullied into submission and a defensive position, afraid of appearing as though they ARE racist/sexist/whatever (even though they probably are) and not really ‘getting’ the reasons behind it.  This just leads to closet discrimination, people.  Rather than chastise someone into aligning with your point-of-view (because that always works, right), try explaining. And explaining again. Or hit them with a chair. But fuck off with the tsk-tsking and judgement, as it makes thou no better!

So, back to my topic.

SOCIALLY INAPPROPRIATE ACTIVITIES TO BE HERETOFORE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH

Rerecording Motown classics *badly and selling them on iTunes for the same price as the original (limbs should be removed prior to public disemboweling to the sweet sounds of the original recording of  Stop! In The Name Of Love)

Riding a fucking unicycle. Really? Was the Penny Farthing rental agency all out of appropriately douchebaggy bikes? Are you for serious? You’re so ‘zany’.

Body glitter on part-time substitute teachers bussing in from the suburbs to linger for happy hour in the financial district and hope for the apparition of a husband. Just get a third cat and dress it up like a baby already!

The whole ‘lets do the girlfriend/boyfriend experience’ thing and then DISAPPEARING – when you could probably just be honest/not totally cowardly and say ‘im not really feeling it’, rather than letting the other person deal with the #HUHWHAT of figuring out why you picked them to be a complete cock to.

The selling or purchasing of items that are a total ‘FUCK OFF’. I was told that in Camden, there is a stall that sells pre-crookeded top hats. While it suffices to say that Camden is hideous and vile and THAT EXPLAINS THAT, #Seriously!? Are you the goddamn Artful Dodger or something? Fashion JAIL.

I HEART WHATEVER CITY shirts – when wearing them in the city you’re claiming to love. I’m just not feeling it. Maybe not DEATH, but certain maiming. Unless there’s sequinage involved. Then immediate death, obviously.

This blog entry is getting a little ‘too wordy’, already. So Imma leave it here and I’m happy to recieve your submissions, which I will take to parliament and everyone will applaud when I deliver them on a broadcast with the Queen and she’s all ‘here’s your OBE and such’ and I become a ‘Lady’ and there’s a montage of me doing country-house things for offensively wealthy people and having staff and whatever. Fade. Credits.

LOVE!

xx

Let’s Demo This Bitch.

November 19, 2011

 

I’ve been absent, and you’ve been lonely. Face it. We all know it’s true. But SHHHHHH let’s none of us acknowledge it. It’s better this way.

I’ve been making noise in my bedroom that i’d like to share with you. Lets kiss and make up already.

Find the demos up (one day at a time) on my Soundcloud account. I’ll post the set once it’s all up.

xx

Frosted Like A Boss.

October 10, 2011
Nikki Awesome For Cake Follies

Nikki Awesome For Cake Follies

 

What’s more fun than eating cupcakes? Wearing them, obviously. Headed to West London to theeee George Bone’s Tattoo parlour which was kind of gothey/tattooey paradise full of skulls and Jesus paraphernalia. George totally looks like a more lifelike and realistic version of Johnny Rotten, totally dope dude who let me wander pantsless in his establishment while he colored in a massive python all over some man. Rather thrilling.

Me + Cake Follies creative genius Miss Follies showed up, inciting loads of stare-achtung! from passers-by, including causing a small child on a scooter to collide with a telephone pole. The day was clearly on an upswing from the woozy haze of insomnia-hangover it started out as, and Bitchface Awesome rocked cupcake after cupcake in not-so-rapid succession. Delectable!

Check the pics, and hit up Cake Follies on FB. Get Frosted!

 

 

 

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Sunshine, Lollipops, Rainbows, Taxidermy.

October 9, 2011
Nikki Awesome Clonazepam Eyes

Nikki Awesome Clonazepam Eyes

Busy busy busy for the past little while, shedding skin and bursting into flames, phoenix-style, for the 52nd coming.

It’s been a ludicrous few weeks, peppered with insanity and et ceteras, parties, dress-up, moving, beautifying, winning and taking the cash prizes, then quitting while still ahead. Satisfying dot com.

I have a few projects on the go at the minute, which is why you’ve been lacking my love of late, but I promise to nerd it up for you again like days of yesteryear. Choons being expunged from my soul and vomited into about-to-be-lost hard drives across the globe, several screenplays taking sweet sweet time traveling to their final destination; under the noses of Hollywood fatcats and other suitably suitable individuals.  Photoshoots actually happening, which I know many of you have been missing. Recently I have been working recently with London Cakemaster Cake Follies, who has developed some intensely delicious vintage-inspired cupcakes which will be featured very shortly all over the everywhere. Will have pics up soon, honeys!

Have been enjoying the return of my BFF/partner in drame, insomnia. Although the non-sleeping is awesomely frustrating, it does make for an altered hyperreality I do occasionally enjoy, in which absolutely everything is massively hilarious and unimportant. Though if you read my twitter/fanpages you’ll know one of my waking night-terrors is to have Clonazepam Eyes in a photoshoot. (Although a horrifying concept, developing true Clonazepam Eyes would likely make me the ideal photographic companion for Jonathan Rhys Meyers, who suffers from the opposite affliction, Cocaine Eyes. We could cancel each other’s cray-cray out. By doing sexytimes.) Anyway, We (le Royal We, N’est-ce pas) managed to struggle through it with the help of a billion RedBulls and, as far as I know, the Clozanepam Eyes stayed home. (Please burn all pictures and videos of actual life, however, where they are sure to run rampantly through my social affairs like Tyler Durden contact lenses.)

The only other detriment to normalness is the super-weird dreams (typically kept at bay by sleeping with baby bottles of Veuve), which have resurfaced and developed priority access to the front of the line in my non-sleeping brainium. Latest #WTFs include being followed by a camera crew as if on a reality show, but the camera lenses are tucked into taxidermied wolves’ heads. Also dreamt a hyper-realistic and hostile conversation in which I announced my quitting being vegetarian, and promptly tucked into a raw chicken breast. Exceptionally uncomfortable, particularly as I have been a vegetarian for 900 years. If anyone of you happens to be a terribly clever Freudian analyst, do make yourself known. I will pay your fees in all kinds of crazy. You’ll make a mill writing about me in Awkward Psychology Weekly. Think about it. Fame dot com.

Annnnnyway. A demain, mes cheries.

*evaporation*

John Steinberg, As I Knew Him.

September 2, 2011

I first met John Steinberg in the autumn of1999, when I was a posh punk ex-raver with a mowhawk and a Chanel scarf tied to obstruct my barely-there velcro corset. I was a high school dropout who had had the good fortune to find myself in the Toronto fashion-show circut, working with some of Canada’s most well-known backstage arists.

Although his reputation had preceded him, and I certainly knew him from his enormous media backlog, I was stunned to encounter this hilarious, down-to-earth, fabulous personality. In my experience, prior to that, most successful and talented creatives had tended to be reclusive or arrogant, and always reluctant to pass on the tricks that served them well. Ever the eager beaver, I sat in the front row while John presented a class full of misfits and droputs with slides of Cleopatra, photos of African headdresses and Victorian silhouettes, and finished by creating, in practically no time, an elaborate Marie Antionette-type hairstyle on a live model. It was nothing out of the ordinary for John, as his love of theatrics and costume were as deeply ingrained in him as his love of teaching and learning.

As I followed a twisting, turning, emotionally trying career path, his salon on King Street was like a piping hot apple pie in a cartoon window, luring me towards it. I finally got up the courage to apply with him, and though I didn’t know it then, he was in fine (typically hilarious) form as he pretended not to know anything about my interview, but watched carefully as I coloured and cut models’ hair in front of him. As he flicked through my portfolio I was aghast thinking that someone as talented and well-known as John Steinberg was flipping casually through the (admittedly) lesser-quality shots I had worked so hard to produce. Improbably, I got the job, and was working with him by the end of the week.

John claimed to ‘employ the unemployable’, which he always said cheekily, resigned to it happily, and the Associates I worked with, for the most part, played the part of employable unemployables to the best of our abilities. Although it was constantly busy and at times, frustrating, John was always ready with a terrible, terrible joke, often at his own expense (and sometimes at yours), and always up for dress-up, arriving to work sometimes in a velvet smoking jacket and opera scarf, and sometimes in pyjama pants. Halloween was a major occassion, and if you really wanted to disappoint him, you didn’t dress up at all. Day to day, I sported a black vinyl dominatrix butcher’s apron he’d gotten me as a present – strictly because he knew me so well. We would laugh daily at the stupidest things, talk sex, politics, heartbreak and religion – all of the things they teach you never to talk about in a hair salon, and attend the legendary John Steinberg and Associates art openings in salon once a month. It was a fantastic time of my life that I miss regularly and would not have left had I not been at the crossroads of ‘do I go and try to make something happen with my music career or not?’

John was the most caring employer, the most genuine person, the most humble – truly humble – individual, though being a typical Leo he often played that part down, and I don’t imagine too many people have seen him truly blush – barring those of us present at Stephen’s summer Christmas party the year we all found out quite a lot about each other during a particularly truthful and daring truth or dare game! He was also incredibly generous, sharing everything he could with his staff and friends. Whether it was Mexican Christmas or simply providing time and money towards educational pursuits, musical careers or being a shoulder to cry on and a hand to slap your ass, John lived to give strength, support, and a creative and mildly insane outlook on life, which brought him many friends and admirers in his professional and personal life – which let’s face it, were seriously intertwined, as he could not resist lending his hair-expertise to those in critical need, nor could he help being a truly amazing friend to those he encountered professionally - if they didn’t already have the jealous-goggles on. It was not only because of his extrordinary talent, but also because of his hilarious and humble personality that John was so well known and well respected, and regardless of his workload, always worked with care and diligence to create beauty, used humour to deter criticism and negativity, encouraged emotional and spiritual growth in himself and in others, and would share of his vast experiences freely, always ready to help others in any way he could.

My heart breaks for Hayley and his family, as well as for his extended family and friends, as no one could ever meet John without falling just a little bit in love with him; with the evil little gleam in his eye as he said something particularly hideous/hilarious/hideous, with his sense of humor, sense of occasion, sense of fashion, his unabashed love of beauty, his profound sense of respect even for the most socially awkward and frustrating individuals (including myself), his charity work for Princess Margaret’s, his ability to bring the most random, yet totally fascinating people into a room and have them get along. His jerked tofu, his Mexican toys and treats, his pervy handshake and camp attitude balanced by his sensitivity, his sincerity, his massive amount of knowledge and ability to take the mick out of himself will make him someone I will miss forever and someone who will never be replaced.

You are one of a kind, my friend. And so I say to you…

”So there I was…. Completely surrounded….”

Much Love,

Nikki xx

Angst Dot Com

July 19, 2011

It’s been ever so long since I’d last written, but clearly I have been busy with all sorts (as usual). Don’t worry, you can now expect a return to your regularly schedules rants and semi-semifrequently updated je ne sais quois and whatnot.

We’ll start with a brief foray into my Teen_Dream (total hotmail spam porn handle or what!?), a tiny sub-spectrum of music I’ve been writing while feeling ever so moody (oh that dark, dark business one has to love). It’s semi emotronic (what does that even mean? I class it as moody/introspective with drum machines and synth. Not happy with that? Send an SASE plus 49.00 GBP for a long-winded version of SUCK IT), kind of a bit more soundtracky and certainly vocal/lyrics driven (which makes all the sense in the world as I have written and produced 100% of it myself and simply would ne’er dream of claiming clever instrumentalness/production values).

I’ve been writing mostly at my kitchen table (in an ever-so fancy carved Regency style, silk-covered, mahogany armchair – overlooking the hustle/bustle of central London in its ever-dour grey attire. Are you there with me?!) for the past year or so and I know most of my fans/critics don’t know that I do in fact actually write not only my own lyrics but often my own music as well. typically sharing it only with close friends.

Well, internet, get ready to feel special. We’re on close-friend level now. Yeah I know. Save the hugs for later when it’s not so embarrassing. Now it’s yours for the listening.

Basically I was looking for an outlet for all of my failed-at-art-school angst and a forum for my need to create aural montages of dying vampires, wax fruit melting in still life, busy highways, and the time-lapsed self-portraits of Dorian Gray. I hope it does the trick. By the way, you could always run it with the ending of Soylent Green. That works for me too.

Enjoy, and no cutting!

Love.

The Totally Awesome Guide To Touring London (For Dicks)

May 20, 2011

I’ve been semi-internet-absent for the past few weeks – mostly as all of my friends are finding their way towards the UK for the great summer migration… pre-high-season and what-have-you. Holy Shit, I’ve gone hyphen-crazy.

Basically I have now turned into one of those asshole residents of a big city that has gotten over the “Omg I Can See Big Ben”-ness of it all and have turned into a massive bitchface (the only face to travel with) when commuting around the city. I don’t mean to be so mean. But it happens. Maybe you’re actually not aware of you being a big dumb touristy douche (it happens) because nobody’s toldyou. So. Here’s a handy hint-sheet you can print out and tuck into your foldable London Underground map to diffuse my ire.

  1. When traveling on an escalator, WALK LEFT, STAND RIGHT will make you a lot more popular with the 8,000 commuters behind you who actually could give a shit about the 55 posters for ‘LEND ME A TENOR’ and ‘GREASE’. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!
  2. When the escalator reaches its final destination, contrary to popular belief, this is NOT the best time to stop and stare blankly at the numerous wondrous things in front of you. Yes, there is a big long hallway, and I’m sure it’s hard to decide which way to go IN THE ONE DIRECTION EVERYONE IS WALKING, but seeing as moonwalking back DOWN the UP escalator is kinda dicey, maybe just pull over to the side while you figure out the difference between a 20p piece and a 5p to get that can of Tango you can’t get in the States.
  3. Arrived at the top of the stairs to street level at Oxford Circus? RE-READ RULE 2. 
  4. You can’t seriously expect everyone in London to stop because you want a goddamn picture with Big Ben in the background, so don’t get all tongue clicky and teeth-kissy about it when people need to get by.
  5. Ask directions. Totally OK. However, don’t ask for directions, become overwhelmed, get taken over to a map where you can be shown where to go and then get all “oh well *IIIII could look at a MAP”. No, no, you couldn’t.
  6. The “pip-pip cheerio, ‘ave a spot of tea, guv’na?” is about as funny as being constantly asked of you say Aboot, or for my American friends “YALL have a NAHCE DAYYYYYY” or whatever. If you want to complain about how the French are dicks that look at you funny and the British presume you are a cunt then keep on truckin’ with that old ass hilarity.
  7. Your friends that live in London love it when you visit, but WHY THE FUCK do I want to go to goddamn TopShop in Oxford Circus in rush hour so you can debate for like 3 hours on a pair of shitty overpriced sunglasses that were coolhunted by 50-year-olds using their tween daughter’s BFF’s like culture-vultures? Barforama.
  8. The I heart London shirt with the sparkles on it? yeah, You’re gonna get mugged.
  9. Everything you want to buy in the form of Mini Big Bens, baby double decker buses et cetera are like 95 times cheaper off the main roads. just hold it down till you get to district 2, ok? and do you REALLY wanna be walking around the Tower of London carrying all that shit?
  10. Reread this list. Memorize it. THEN book your overpriced flight.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I’m a dick. So what. Newsflash.

Many of you asked me what I did for the Royal Wedding, presuming that I would, of course, be ziplining onto the “kiss balcony” just in time to kick that crazy little girl out of the way and usurp her place of “this is so borrrrring” glory. (ps she was called a bridesmaid, is it just me or do you picture her playing the ‘zany best friend’ in every Wedding-themed RomCom until the of time?) I digress. Massively. I stayed in with a delectable hangover and watched like 100 hours of it on the telly – which saved me from tourist commute hellishness… Although I love dressing up in costume, there’s something about being in the vicinity of Union Jacked-up Baby Boomers, wasted on 15-minutes-of-fame and the constant lurking threat that they may well be photographed looking like a complete knob, with me, looking irate/sheepish/murderous in the background. So I blamed the terror threat and wrote non-wedding-related songs instead. (I know right? I expected better of myself.)

LOOOOVE YOUUUUUU

Royal Wedding-Gate

April 29, 2011

Officially blocked on Twitter (yet again) but here’s my live-tweeting from before I was cut off.

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nikki awesome

nikki awesome

@hrhnikkiawesome London, UK
singer-snogwriter. intentional international typoist. bio-curious? accept me as your sovereign.http://myspace.com/theroyalsocietyx
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

The choirboys totally have army-issue glasses. Bless, NHS.#royalwedding
Gareth Aveyard
TheFagCasanova Gareth Aveyard

 by hrhnikkiawesome

ACTIVATE THE QUEEN!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@caitlinmoran yeah, there’s a really fantastic in-house selection…
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Cannot believe the on-going, wasted opportunity for lingering camera-shots of celebrities, nuns and murderers
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

What the hell @thedukeofhazard no need to elbow One, One was just resting One’s eyes
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@Palomafaith The Ballad of Boredom? ;P
Paloma Faith
Palomafaith Paloma Faith

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Right I’ve had enough now. I’m off to write a song. This bits all a bit TRAD for me
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Quit it with the SLOUCHING, William! #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@DavidGArnold who doesn’t. now incubate the coming world and whatnot, will you?
DavidGArnold
DavidGArnold DavidGArnold

 by hrhnikkiawesome

I quite like oppressive love myself
jonathan ross
wossy jonathan ross

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Eugenie and Beatrice look cool. Gotta love the black sheeps….
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

OMG they just mentioned Chaucer — where is @BobbyKSA when you need him!!?
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@LaineyGossip Royally “Single White Female” on that one..
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

PS – Cast of The Sound Of Music sitting on the left? #royalwedding….Oh The Queen’s just fallen asleep…
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Kate is either hyperventilating or laughing. I can’t tell. #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

LOL That look!!! #royalwedding
dan kiener
dantract dan kiener

 by hrhnikkiawesome

if it was my wedding, i would have got brian blessed to do this part.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

are we getting a lot of “STOP GETTING DIVORCED, ROYALS” subtext here or what? #royalwedding
Simon Price
simon_price01 Simon Price

 by hrhnikkiawesome

The Archbishop’s hat looks like it came free with a Happy Meal.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

it’s confirmed, Mrs Potts from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST officially wrote that hymn
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

HAHAHA RT @marcusbrig: RT @carriequinlan: Ah, it’s that song the teapot sings in Beauty and the Beast.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Santa is performing the sermon. Amazing. #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@dantract LOLZ. Reception wear.
Santino Rice
SANTINORICE Santino Rice

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Urgh- Somewhere Bridal Shops are already knocking-off Kate’s gown. How many times will we see this on #SayYesToTheDress ?#RoyalWedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@jnthnnthnl who would you do? #royalwedding #cruising
Jonathan Nathaniel
jnthnnthnl Jonathan Nathaniel

 by hrhnikkiawesome

i’m totally cruising this congregation.#notthetimeorplace#noteventhere#royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@jnthnnthnl HAHAHA is that what the one black choirboy is gonna do at the end?
Jonathan Nathaniel
jnthnnthnl Jonathan Nathaniel

 by hrhnikkiawesome

(in sebastian voice) ‘kiss. di. girl’! #royalwedding
Paloma Faith
Palomafaith Paloma Faith

 by hrhnikkiawesome

New britain represented!!!!all genders all races all shapes and sizes! Wow! This makes me so happy!GO ON BRITAIN!!#soproudtobealondoner
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

what’s with the really ridic white bowties everywhere? You’re wearing a man-dress. Stop culture-clashing me. It’s early.#royalwedding
williambowerman
williambowerman williambowerman

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Is this the beauty and the beast theme?!
Elaine L.
LaineyGossip Elaine L.

 by hrhnikkiawesome

They look almost shy with one another. It’s so sweet. And Will is glancing at her protectively to make sure she’s ok. Yeah I ate a corndog.
Popjustice
Popjustice Popjustice

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Always good to finish on a joke, well done James
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@dantract Live stream and you’re talking BECKHAM? Aint so live kiddo..
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

James Middleton missed his calling as ‘judgey judgerson’ and instead went for ‘spray tanned A level actor”
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Yada, yada, yada…try to sneak a pop from this flask since the camera is not loving One today
esthero
theRealEsthero esthero

 by hrhnikkiawesome

i love how everyone is awkwardly faking their way through the hymns. even elton john #churchischurchallovertheworld
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@caitlinmoran i think his wife already did..
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Nick Clegg looks one day away from having nervous excema all over his forehead
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@kitten_arms answer: ALL OF THEM.
Katrina Armstrong
kitten_arms Katrina Armstrong

 by hrhnikkiawesome

wow james middleton! that’s a good looking family. which of fergie’s daughters will pounce at the reception, do you think? #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

“James Middleton, star of The Only Way Is Essex, will now do a reading….” #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Did Katie sleep okay last night? Vodka eyeball shots with Harry? She looks a bit like she might faint…
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

If One gets home and finds out from Sky+ that Camilla got more face time on tv, One is going to be right royally pissed.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@Palomafaith i think even katie was having a giggle.. hence the delayed-reaction “Amen”s…
Paloma Faith
Palomafaith Paloma Faith

 by hrhnikkiawesome

A life of of christian love and purity????hahahahhahahha – I just can’t relate. Purity? (I am tarnished!)
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@VanityFair shhh not now, dear, we’re hymming and whatnot.
VANITY FAIR
VanityFair VANITY FAIR

 by hrhnikkiawesome

We need to have a conversation about Princess Eugenie’s and Princess Beatrice’s elaborate hats. http://bit.ly/kcVOU6
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Kate’s on delayed-reaction “amen” delivery.. did she not get a Christianity coach?
Katrina Armstrong
kitten_arms Katrina Armstrong

 by hrhnikkiawesome

archbisohp! trim yer damned eyebrows #royalwedding
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

One is not getting enough tv time, One can feel it.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

More hats. Thanks Archbishop. That was a jesterlike action#royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Ring a little tight, gain a little water weight Kate?
Andrew F Stewart
AndrewFstewart Andrew F Stewart

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Lol “for poorer”
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

lol @ the ring SQUASHING on #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

HARRY IS DYING FOR A SLASH!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

she looks like she’s trying not to cry, but end result is more like “ostrich ate vinegar”. Not the best look.. #royalwedding
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Listen to these words Wills and remember this is exactly what your father did not do.
DavidGArnold
DavidGArnold DavidGArnold

 by hrhnikkiawesome

They obviously couldn t hear me…..
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

you know EVERYONE was dying to say “i’ve shagged her!!”
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

they seriously couldn’t look more bored with this sermon…#royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@DavidGArnold hahahahaha
DavidGArnold
DavidGArnold DavidGArnold

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Edward said to wills..”I know this great hairdresser…..”
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

NOT ENOUGH SHOTS OF ELTON, TREVOR BROOKING OR MR BEAN
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Sam Cam begged for us to invite Gwen Stefani but One had to draw the line somewhere, so she showed up hatless. Bitch.
Hilary Alexander
HilaryAlexander Hilary Alexander

 by hrhnikkiawesome

the full story behind Kate’s wedding dress, officially confirmed as an Alexander McQueen http://tgr.ph/kbTw5W
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@caitlinmoran totes. and wildly disappointed with the lack of comedy eyewear.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Oh I hadn’t realized they’d invited GOD…
lesley thomas
lesleythomas lesley thomas

 by hrhnikkiawesome

I can lip read. He said “you complete me”
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@TheFuckingQueen I know I did.
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Giving Camilla the evil eye, wonder if she saw it
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@jnthnnthnl NOW? NOW? ARE YOU MENTAL?!;P
Jonathan Nathaniel
jnthnnthnl Jonathan Nathaniel

 by hrhnikkiawesome

i’m going to grab some cereal. brb.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Rather disappointed that Elton has chosen against novelty eyewear…
Paloma Faith
Palomafaith Paloma Faith

 by hrhnikkiawesome

He’s the cat that got the cream! He just said “you look beautiful” ahhhhhhhhhhhhh swoon!!!! I’m melting!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@marieclaire AHHHHHH I JUST DIED OF CRYING INSIDE!!!
Marie Claire
marieclaire Marie Claire

 by hrhnikkiawesome

AWWWWWWWWWW! He just said “You’re beautiful”
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

I reckon Posh’s pregnant bladder is approaching unbearable now
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Bloody Harry eyeing Kate up….the cheek!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

TOGETHER! awwwww they look like they’re having a little giggle at the altar… having a mush moment….
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Harry having a giggle with Will….
David Quantick
quantick David Quantick

 by hrhnikkiawesome

The trees give the abbey a nice “Bluewater at Xmas” look.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

The white bow tie on the church person looks DAFT
Jonathan Nathaniel
jnthnnthnl Jonathan Nathaniel

 by hrhnikkiawesome

i’m going to cry. i feel the tingle. she looks so pretty and so much YOUNGER. #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Either that or eye’s just done an eyeball vodka shot with Harry ’round the corner…
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Oh I think Willy might have a little wee tear in his eye… Bless his cotton socks!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

HARRYHARRYHARRYHARRYHARRY…And William.
Elizabeth Windsor
Queen_UK Elizabeth Windsor

 by hrhnikkiawesome

You’d have thought someone might have put a softer cushion on one’s chair.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

There seems to be quite a lot of whisper-whisper going on over that font..
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW she looks fantastic… Love Katie
boygeorge
BoyGeorge boygeorge

 by hrhnikkiawesome

The dress is beautiful, yes, I’m sooo gay!
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Yes, it is cold #nipples #feelforyougirl
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

…and the media go into apoplectic frenzy…
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

the dress is gorgeous. The tiara is killing me with envy.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

it is McQUEEN!!!!
Hilary Alexander
HilaryAlexander Hilary Alexander

 by hrhnikkiawesome

a full sheer veil covers the lovely bride – I’m hearing comparisons to Audrey, Grace Kelly… agree with it all #royalwedding
Big Ben
big_ben_clock Big Ben

 by hrhnikkiawesome

BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Welcome to end of any real life Catherine!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

HERE WE GO…..
Paul Waugh
paulwaugh Paul Waugh

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Good job Kate’s not in France. Wdn’t she get arrested for wearing that veil?
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@HilaryAlexander yeah no kidding, Scorcese/Cranework going on there. Why don’t they just drive SLOWER!? :D
Hilary Alexander
HilaryAlexander Hilary Alexander

 by hrhnikkiawesome

some dizzying camera work from BBC as we swivel onto the parade. #royalwedding
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

AAAA – we’ll see the dress in all it’s glory in like ten seconds… WHAT A TIME TO HAVE TO PEE!!!!
Caps Cop
CapsCop Caps Cop

 by hrhnikkiawesome

@
@hrhnikkiawesome If you keep typing in all caps you could shoot your eye out!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

KATE – WAVE FROM THE ELBOW – NOT THE WRIST!!!#ROYALWEDDING
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

Dean of Westminster looking quite dapper this morning…
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

awww Kate looks lovely… and she’s getting much better @ waving it up… The next time she sees B’ham Palace it will be as a ROYAL#jealous
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@Palomafaith lol 28 days later in effect?
Paloma Faith
Palomafaith Paloma Faith

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Did my jogging in the park this morning.hyde park is empty! Why i have no idea? Its apocalyptic! Can’t think why at all!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@ELLEUK of COURSE it is. LONG, BROWN, SHINY#signaturemove
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

LACE LACE AND MORE LACE
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

I’d just like to point out that I have a membership to the Royal Mewesand have been all up in that Phantom’s Grill and shit.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@caitlinmoran soon to be speech bubbles… he just wasn’t Mic’d properly..
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

KATIE MIDDLETON EN ROUTE!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

I must say I don’t quite approve of Camille’s ensemble. I would’ve veiled it up. Favor to the public. No really though.
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Philip must always walk behind to shade One’s arse from cameras
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@caitlinmoran And Philip’s got Berocca in his..
Caitlin Moran
caitlinmoran Caitlin Moran

 by hrhnikkiawesome

You just know she’s got Werther’s in that handbag #thequeen
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

The duke is looking better as he ages, I have to say. The Queen just looks amazing. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE HER.
Elizabeth v2.0
TheFuckingQueen Elizabeth v2.0

 by hrhnikkiawesome

Feeling like a canary in a coal mine right about now
Hilary Alexander
HilaryAlexander Hilary Alexander

 by hrhnikkiawesome

The Queen in primrose Angela Kelly coat,dress and hat with Queen Mary’s True Lover’s Knot brooch! Which someone mis-spelt as ‘broach’
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

@
@TheFuckingQueen lol well you are DRESSED as one…
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

They are SO GOOD at the wave. SO good.
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

THE QUEEN! THE QUEEN! THE QUEEN!!!
nikki awesome
hrhnikkiawesome nikki awesome

#RoyalWedding - Here we go. Iam marginally awake, Chuckie and Cmille’s have made their way into the Abbey and we’re all amped up.

Asking For It.

April 5, 2011

This posting is in response to the police officer who, on January 24th, 2011, addressed a group of students and staff at Osgoode Law School during a campus safety information session. Not only did Police Services fail to address the issue appropriately (never mind failing massively in correctly managing the complete bullshit coming from the officer in question), Excalibur, the York University community newspaper reported February 16th, 2001, that:

On Jan. 24, a campus safety information session was held at Osgoode Hall, where members from York security and two male officers from Toronto police 31 Division handed out safety tips to community
members.

Ronda Bessner, who attended the session, remembered being surprised by what the officer suggested to women.

“One of the safety tips was for women not to dress like ‘sluts.’ He said something like, ‘I’ve been told I shouldn’t say this,’ and then he uttered the words,” said Bessner, Osgoode assistant dean of the Juris Doctor Program. “I was shocked and appalled. I made contact with the police [...] and we’ve asked for a written apology and an explanation.”

YFS vice-president Darkshika Selvasivam, who did not attend the session, also expressed shock upon hearing the comments.

“I’m appalled by the comment that the police officer has made saying that women should avoid dressing like sluts, and I think it goes to show the inherent misogyny and lack of education,” said Selvasivam, York Federation of Students (YFS) executive.

“I think the officer should be very seriously reprimanded for the comment.”

After the session, Bessner spoke with students and student organizations and noted they, too, expressed concerns about the comment. Bessner proceeded to call 31 Division to demand an apology and explanation.

“Initially it was a call, and the officer said he would get back to me right away. A couple of days had lapsed, so I sent a letter,” she said.

Toronto police spokesperson Constable Wendy Drummond confirmed the incident has been brought to the attention of senior officials and is currently under investigation.

“[This is] definitely something that we take very seriously. This matter [...] has been brought to the attention of our professional standards unit and is something we will be looking into,” she said.

However, she could not confirm whether Toronto police intend to issue an official apology.

“We are of the position that if these comments were made, it is definitely something that we will [act on],” she added.

Bessner said she has yet to receive an official apology from the officer. She has also spoken to York security and noted that they were also upset by the comments.

So no forethought, no thought (obviously), blatant misogyny, represented directly to the community they were intending to protect, and still no apology — until the above piece was run. Ri-Dick. U. Louse.

This is offensive on so many levels, first and foremost because, as we are told, the police are given “sensitivity training” regarding these types of “don’t fuck off the public” type issues – and yet it was still seen as an appropriate comment to not only make, but to not have to apologize for until public outcry made it pretty fucking obvious it was unacceptable. But are we as citizens to believe that if this type of commentary is being made outside the confines of a network (that derives its strength from a code where lives and careers depend on the trust of individuals to back one another up)  it is not likely derivative of a school of thought within that network?

Secondly, and I think what is most upsetting to me, is that approaching people on campus relates not only directly to how safe they can feel in a place of learning, but also indicates to young people that they should adhere to some kind of moralistic dress code, rather than feel as though they can be protected by the police, no matter what they choose to wear. Now, I do understand that there are a significant number of mature students and faculty to whom it’s debatable that my point applies, but hear me out: there are members of staff, faculty, and students that may be at a point in their lives where they are dealing with a multi-gendered living and learning environment for the first time. This may well mean that they perhaps take for granted the securities that in another environment, would be assured. Many people go off to school for the first time and have their first drinks, first drugs, first sexual experiences; so there is bound to be varying degrees in levels of experimentation, just as there are varying degrees of levels of “acceptable dress”. By making a statement like “Don’t dress like a slut in order to avoid sexual assault”, the police undermine, in a way that has for too long been undermined, the realities of an assault or rape victim’s suffering, and further victimize them while insinuating validation for the attack, not to mention ratifying the attacker’s intent to harm by virtue of applying the “asking for it” defense.

Thirdly, who defines what is morally appropriate to wear? What is it, exactly, that indicates someone is dressed as a so-called “slut”? Let’s be a little realistic here and suggest that maybe, just maybe fashion styles have been leaning toward non-hoop-skirt for the past bazillion years anyway. Am I “dressed like a slut” in the above picture? Doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. A Dress Is Not A Yes. PERIOD.

How many women (and I am stressing women for the moment, because that is what the article/incident in question relates to, but I don’t think for a second that sexual violence is limited to gender or sexual orientation) find themselves in a position of invalidating their own emotions and psychological well-being post-trauma simply as a means to justify its occurrence? I myself have never been in the position where, post-harassment/grabbing/et cetera, I didn’t feel as though it was a duty to myself to call attention to the attacker’s behavior. And what happened? Basically nothing. More than 3 times. So you can imagine how, perhaps, someone with less inclination to draw attention to their situation might fear not only that nothing more will come of it than a slap on the wrist for the attacker and possible recriminations toward them, additional shame, or just plain fear. And now, (reiterated once again, thanks to the police’s A-1 public relations) as though they must have done something to deserve it.

Too many women are browbeaten by society into accepting the flawed notion that a “sexy” style of clothing, attitude or demeanor not only invites but negates inappropriate contact – and this is the same society that glorifies sexuality in its marketing of literally any brand or product. The moralistic approach of suggesting that women protect themselves by covering up only serves to illustrate how society feels it is appropriate to protect a virgin, not a whore; and when values like that are being embraced and encouraged by those that protect us, how are we truly to feel safe? Whether or not someone dresses in a provocative fashion makes them no more or less deserving of an assault than dressing like a hip hop artist should give someone a Grammy. Yes, it seems like (and is) a ridiculous comparison, but what is more ridiculous? Some dumb analogy on a blog, or the fact that these notions of equality, of protection, and of human rights which people have fought (and died) for are being uprooted and recovered with the erosions of our freedoms, to protect the same controversial and corrupt dealings we’re so quick to point out in other societies.

Hypocrisy, but what else is new.

Dress how you want, but more importantly don’t be afraid to report abuse/sexual misconduct as part of a societal misconception embedded to continue to make people ashamed of their sexualities, and to defend predatory behaviors. Below is a clip of Sunday’s SLUTWALK in Toronto, which incited the majority of this rant.

For an expansion on my (most recent) personal experience with sexual assault, Click Here to read about what happened when I was wearing longsleeved, appropriate-for-a-wedding-style dress. So fuck you, those who think it’s about how you dress, or what you say, or any other way you think we’re “Asking For It.”

cited:

Raymond Kwan, Senior Editor Excalibur Publications

http://www.excal.on.ca/news/dont-dress-like-a-slut-toronto-cop/

SlutWalk Toronto

http://www.slutwalktoronto.com/

This Song You Should Buy…

April 4, 2011

 

I did a track with Peter Jackson

 

 

You can buy it at the iTunes store off his album In My Life

 

ITunes Download Link - http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/in-my-life/id384963617

 

Thanks for the support, loyal Royals! xx


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