A Cynical Post

“If it’s absurd or it pisses off anyone with a bit of common sense left then it’s definitely a hit.”

Examples to support theory:

  • Facebook chicks? Well yeah, came from an obvious need. Outrageous? Yes. Successful? Yes!
  • I’m designer, b*tch! Needs no translation. Keep searching till you find the Louis Vuitton car. Aspirational brands, that’s what we’re creating here! Salvaging them by putting Keith Richards or Gorbatschev for a bit of extra style. Then some branded roses for the Japanese.
  • Researching two things, namely starting going horseback riding again and fashion, I keep wondering why is it that women are so interested in wearing those tall riding boots. Apart from our desire to (have an excuse to) spend a lot of money on a pair of shoes, I’m thinking it’s probably the fact that the design is so simple and efficient. Also Burberry and Chanel wellies as I’ve seen in Charles de Gaulle last year are shit hot. Take something hideous, design it slightly better and it’s a thing of fashion. Curiouser and curiouser* as Alice would say.
  • The McDonald’s cash register toy, as seen at Hari made me wonder ‘why‘ even though I think it’s a bit of a natural follow-up to the toys I used to have. We still wanted to play with stuff like irons, pots, pans as kids, this is the evolution! Probably people were outraged at those too, in a ‘are you trying to turn her into a feminist???’ kind of way. If you can picture someone like Rob explaining to his kid ‘what daddy does at work‘ then you could probably picture me. You see, son, people make things other people need or want, then we make sure everyone knows about them and goes totally batshit crazy and they make toys for you to play with. People went crazy when they made mobile phone toys. Don’t teach your kids that! Or never let me have kids, any of the two.
  • Starbucks decides to put some anti-splash mermaids in some of their drinks and people go crazy in comments. It’s a good example of ‘did we really need those? I suppose we could have used some…just because we’re too lazy to find an alternative to the classical cup we can’t part with.’ What ever happened to necessity being the mother of invention? If I spill my coffee in my new car but can’t stop drinking it from Starbucks then surely I’ll think of something not to spill it on my lovely leather inside? No?
  • There’s something just fascinating about fashion. It’s clear that men like girls with flat chests, surely, that’s why there’s this stupid trend going on around saying that having almost no boobs is back in fashion. First here and then an interesting history of breasts and other things. A while ago Comme des Garcons was hot. Why are you all doing this? WHY? Lynx, where are you? Dove? Someone save curves and make something big!

“Breasts, one may infer, represent the difference between the haute and the high street. Where flat chests are chic and classy, so heaving bosoms are judged trashy, de trop.”

  • Totally unrelated but this nice piece of news about lifts is worth a read. The New Yorker is my porn.
  • Another outrageous fact that no one but me seems to give a shit about, 92% of British women never or rarely visit a dermatologist. I’m a sceptic but this sounds true, perhaps 92% is exaggerated but the numbers must still be high. The other 8% were probably forced to. But I like it how everyone is pushing all the Olay ads and such yet no brand seems interested to cover this. Not for the sake of NHS but for all the women out there, because we were all born with a natural, radiant skin that’s oh-so-soft to touch. It’s why we’re all afraid of being naked in front of guys too and there are shows on C4 to boost confidence.

* yes, Nat, I finally managed to spell it right second time

1 Comment

  1. SON:

    “Daddy, what do you do for work?”

    ME:

    “That’s a good question son but it’s better if Grandpa tells you”

    GRANDPA:

    “Hello my lovely boy. Daddy tells me you want to know what he does for work. Well he thinks he is like that character Robin Hood, the one I read you stories about when I come and visit. Well he is from Nottingham and likes poor people but I think he’s someone else.”

    SON:

    “Who Grandpa? Tell me … tell me … tell me”

    GRANDPA:

    “Oh you are a little tinker aren’t you. Well I think he’s a different type of character. I think he is Satan, but not in a scary, nasty outfit. No, the Satan Daddy is, is going to a fancy dress party and is dressed like a lovely, kind Angel. But underneath it all, he still wants to suck the brains out of you and your little friends so he can make you do whatever he wants from eating brussel sprouts to going to bed at 6pm.”

    SON:

    “I wish I wasn’t Daddy’s son”

    GRANDPA:

    “That’s funny, I wish I wasn’t Daddy’s Dad”

    And until Daddy started cynic, they all lived badly ever after – but once his little company started, Grandpa and Grandma realised the socialistic, ethical values they had entrenched into his soul were being incorporated into the job they despised … so whilst he might indeed be doing Satan’s work, he was definitely the worst employee in the company.

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