I was tagged (after only a minimal amount of pleading on my part) by Mummy Never Sleeps to do this jolly little meme based on either Room 101 from George Orwell’s book 1984, or the tv show (called, er, Room 101), depending on your frame of reference and whether or not you paid attention when you studied the book.
Sidenote: I KNOW I’ve read this book and I think I wrote an essay on it at uni, yet I did not remember that was where Room 101 came from until I read it in Cas’ post. Whoops.
Extra sidenote: I appreciate the irony of this post coming one short week after a very long post I wrote about NOT getting angry – but I did say there would be exceptions and here they are in all their shouty, sweary glory.
Lelli Kelli shoes
I’m not even sure where to start here. They look awful, although I suppose that’s a personal taste thing. No, actually, I can’t believe anyone would think they’re nice to look at. Bleurgh. But my main issue with this dreadful shoes isn’t the (horrible) way they look; it’s the way that they are marketing at very young children (adverts on Nick Jr whose target audience is 2-6 yr olds), offering a ‘free make up gift’ with all shoes. Make up. For four year olds. Oh and heels too! This is a perfect example of everything that is wrong in children’s clothing. These shoes are marketed as baby shoes in sizes 20-24 (which is UK size 3-7) and I can’t even begin to form sentences to explain how fucking wrong it is that they come with MAKE UP AND A HAIR EXTENSION. What happened to ‘let kids be kids’? Aarh! I’m getting so cross now, I’m spelling everything wrong and editing is going to take ages so, yes, probably time to move on to…
People who don’t vote
…but I’m not sure this is going to make me any less angry. We still live in a world where an unrestricted vote for everyone is a privilege. In the UK, you’re given a right to vote at 18, man, woman, bleeding heart liberal or right wing evangelist. I was bought up by people interested in politics who explained to me as a teenager about the suffragettes and how important it was that I voted as soon as I was able – even if I just went to the polling booth, closed my eyes and ticked a box. I’m 32 now and it’s only in the last few years that I’ve really thrown my weight as it were, behind one political party but I have voted every time a polling card has ever come through my door. I even voted in my local government elections whilst in the middle of ten-minute apart contractions when in labour with Toddlette!
When people tell me that they “can’t be bothered to vote” I want to scream. So – you can’t be bothered to have an opinion on alcohol pricing, the amount of tax you pay, training, education, jail sentences, how your food is produced, how long it takes to get a doctors appointment…I could go on FOREVER. There is practically nothing in life that is not affected by who is in government, so to say ‘it doesn’t affect me’ is just…baffling.
Er, right, time to move on again before this “short” post gets completely out of control. So, on to something that makes me quite cross, but not Hyde Park Corner, banner painting cross…
In theory, I think this is supposed to be fun. I have actually seen people with my own eyes picking out and trying on clothes whilst laughing and smiling. But this never happens to me. What happens with me is that I get cross at how big the shop is, find one thing I like that is never in my size, then realise I’m running out of time before my lunch break ends/parking voucher runs out/I have to pick up Toddlette and panic, pick up five things that I think might make me look not-awful (in two sizes each, obviously, because I never know what size I will be from one shop to the next), get cross and sweaty in the changing room as every item is either too big or too small (despite all being the same size) and then leave looking dreadfully flustered and BUYING NOTHING.
Far worse than days like this though are the times when I must buy something because the thing it is replacing is broken/too stained with so-called washable paint/the underwiring has snapped because Toddlette was wearing it as a comedy hat. These are awful shopping trips, because you cannot leave until you have bought the thing that you need. Trips like this require visiting every single shop in the city, sometimes twice and you will still only end up with something you dislike less than the others that just about sort of fits but fuck it, you just really need a
glass bottle of wine now, okay?
So there we go. Three things that make me furiously…furious.
I would love to pass this on to whoever would like to do it – so you there, casual reader who found my blog whilst searching for lampshades or cat pictures or whatever, you give it a go! Three things you would consign to Room 101 forever. And then, link up to Stickers, Stars and Smiles, who started this meme!