Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Who needs Porn when you've got Rhianna walking the Red Carpet...


It was the CFDA Awards last night and as always I was bursting with excitement this morning to see what everyone was wearing... then I stumbled onto the headliner... Rhianna. I don’t get it? What the Hell was she thinking?


 I read through all the ‘feminist’ comments of “Yeah Go Girl!”. I still don’t get it? SHE LOOKED LIKE A SLUT!!  This is an incredible fashion event and she wore.... THAT! I am not complaining about the breasts on display. As one person commented “Men show their nipples all the time why can’t women”. My view is the woman’s breast is a intimate body part. Its something beautiful, yes and I am all for a good nude portrait. BUT to just parade down a red carpet with your fried egg nips on display... NO - especially not at the CFDA. It's a CHIC celebration of FASHION... not lack there of. 
I used to really love Rhianna but she has turned into every other pop star willing to degrade themselves for a headline. It's disgusting. 

The shot of her arse walking up the stairs. I DON’T WANNA SEE IT! PUT IT AWAY! Sorry if this is going against feminism but what she did was inappropriate. It took away from the REAL fashion - the gorgeous garments and beautiful, elegant women who wear them, (example - Blake Lively, Karlie Kloss, or Lupita Nong’o) was turned into another talentless celebrity strumpet parade. 


Do these events PROPERLY or don't do them at all. 

It was supposed to be an exhibit of style and taste... people who have neither should not attend and should DEFINITELY not be winning awards. 

It is about time we celebrate fashion the way it used to be celebrated. Celebrate the beauty, not the 'celebrity' of it. 

Monday, 26 May 2014

The Floating Picnic Party: A Poem

Past the boathouses we go, heading up the Thames. College crests and nipping winds remind us we are not in Venice, (although you strike a handsome figure my gondolier).  Down the river you steer us in the company of ducks, a floating picnic party. We glide under branches burdened with the season. Natures own Rialto bridge.  Soon the punt will sleep in Magdalens’ shadows, until the sun breaks through the clouds in spring, and we take to the river again.

By ThePoshGurl (HRHardy) 

Friday, 23 May 2014

And by the way...




Now is the time to be who I want to be.

Thanks for This Life

I am not one for writing about my faith but for the last few weeks it has just been drilled in to me how absolutely amazing My God is! After being in the darkest place in the company of the most nasty of all human beings I have found myself on the tallest skyscraper looking down! Maybe this year is one to rival 2012. 

In the space of two weeks I went from jobless to having three job offers-one being of particular interest for me (I start on Tuesday). I had coffee with every person I had lost under the haze of stress from Queen Mean, TidyBoy and I went back to the honeymoon phase, I finished the first draft of my creative thesis.  AND the biggest surprise... we found a new Home (look below)-in a beautiful village, a three storey maisonette, neighbours with Blenheim Palace. 


Life is good. 
I have friends like no other, a gorgeous TidyBoy, a new beautiful home, and a good job. 

God is Good!


Now is the time to be who I want to be.