Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Hollie-Anne Brooks dresses for fiesty women.

I'm one of those birds who claims to dislike most women and not get on with them. 90% of you will now be thinking "She must be a flirt/man-eater/rude bitch/up herself". The other 10%, well, you're probably one of the very few females I do get along with.

Why don't girls like girls? Easy, most of them are threatened and a lot are jealous (yes, I did just go there!). So, when a girl and I clash, perhaps it is because she finds my Tory loving personality just a bit much but a lot of the time it may well be because she's jealous. Because, face it, that is the main reason women dislike each other. Hmm, so I'm circle shaped and my nose is a wee bit small and I have a really annoying giggle after several glasses of wine. I'm not saying that I am perfect and every woman should be jealous of me, but what I am saying is that I can see why some women could be. Just like I am jealous of other women (MYB's blonde, thin, intelligent ex to name but one) and just like I will continue to be of other women that I meet. My plus points? A rather decent little journalism career for being 19, a gorgeous and successful bloke, ambition and confidence in my apple shape figure (although I've lost 9lb in 3 weeks so I'm looking more Marilyn than ever before!). It takes a strong woman to admit there are reasons others may be jealous and it takes a confident woman to state her plus points- why don't women do it more often and stop being hard on themselves?

Simple fact is though, I often don't get on with women because they don't enjoy football, a decent pint and a kebab on a night which, by the way, would be my ideal night. I date metrosexuals who come across as being gay but my mates are all football loving blokes who ask me if they can wank over my tits after 11 pints. I always say no, by the way. Anyway...

So, how did I lead with this topic for today? Well, dear Readers, I was having lunch with my Aunt today and we got talking about X Factor. It came as little surprise to me that my Aunt didn't like Ruth ("She always has her bangers out and loves herself") and Rachel ("She's got such a bad attitude"). Hmm, no comment on their singing ability but their apparent attitude. Let's start with Ruth. In truth, 99% of men would love to sleep with Ruth because she's a stunning natural beauty with a body to die for. And as far as Rachel? That woman is an inspiration to all who have been knocked down. Jesus, after what she's been through she's going to have an attitude but if anyone wants to comment on how her attitude is "rude", I'll take you to Brixton and show you what rude is.

I just find, because I'm not slagging off every bit of fat on my body or because I'll use every muscle in my body to make it in the world of journalism, some people can perceive my confidence and ambition as attitude. Women judge confident women wrongly- we're nice, really!

Dressing For could only be about a figure loving dress and some killer heels today, couldn't it? Kicking off with the shoes to give even the most feet phobic people a shoe fetish. They are, of course, Yves Saint Laurent's blue sole beauties which will set you back a total of £415. Worth it? Hell yes! I'm loving this semi-80s style Balenciaga dress- the cut, the monochrome...yum. It'd take a strong woman to pull it off but why can't that be you?! Slip a Chanel classic on your arm and load up on jewels available from Net-A-Porter that you bought yourself, of course. All set to go out and meet your model looking and successful bloke? Slip on some Destiny's Child and shake what your momma gave you because, my word, you look hot!


Woman. by hollieanne

Friday, 24 October 2008

Hollie-Anne Brooks dresses for arguing.

I have never met a man so ill educated when it comes to other people's feelings! I am officially cross. At who? My mother's choice of bloke. Not only did he really offend me last week (did I write about that? I don't think I did) with a comment that hurt so much but he also cannot understand that I'm still hurt about it.

He talks to me as if I'm just some "silly tart"- a phrase he's used in the past and will certainly not use when he's talking to me ever again! I despise the way he sees women as being second, it's only a small amount but it's too much. Of course, my mother can't really see it but it drives me insane! You can tell he thinks women are over-emotional and silly. Well, Mr. E, I think you're a bit of an ignorant idiot. How dare you demand such respect and not give it back. How dare you tell me that your comment last week didn't effect me. How dare you claim that I am lying when I say I feel a certain way.

I know, you shouldn't let these things get to you but they do. I just really, really, really want to go round to my boyfriend's place and get the most gorgeous blond hug and have a tiny cry and be looked after for an hour or two. I want to feel all sorry for myself and get cross at Mr. E and be so elated that my man is intelligent, educated and dresses bloody good rather than in Newcastle United shirts and minging jeans! I am officially pouty!

As I'm sure you'd have guessed, Dressing For is today for arguments with narrow minded people who won't listen to you and are chauvinistic and demand attention just because they're a man! Hmm, can anyone say feminist? I'd wear this outfit to go and pick up a bottle of red wine, stomp round to my boyfriend's and rant for about three hours about Mr. E. This outfit would be unusual for me to wear as I prefer to be a bit more girly but I love the "rock chick" look that Kate Moss appears to wear so well. The Judy Blame tank top is true goth goddess style and paired with dark denim skinny jeans and kill-ah (!!!) Moschino shoe boots, you're onto true "I really have just thrown this on but don't I look amazing?" bad girl style. Throw over a Luella blazer and swing this Chanel quirky classic off your arm and you're almost ready to go. Finally, a high-street hit via this fab Miss Selfridge cocktail ring. Add lashings of black eyeliner, a massive pout and stack loads of feminist attitude.


Argue. by hollieanne