40 Women

40 women I admire – in real life, in literature, music, film and from afar.

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Mum // Björk
Lisbeth Salander // Wonder Woman
Maya Angelou // Tora Richardson
Meghan Lightle // Madonna
Kathleen Hanna // Dawn French

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Becky Saunders // Lynne Ramsay
Marilyn Monroe // Lady Gaga
Madeleine Martin // Sofia Coppola
Debbie Harry // Sarah Waters
Kathy Burke // Rihanna

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Victoria Wood // Pam Grier
Uma Thurman // Jane Goldman
Jillian Sandy // Barbra Streisand
Melanie Lynskey // Winona Ryder
The Wachowskis // Yayoi Kusama

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Ana Lily Amirpour // Beyoncé
Tatjana Frankland // Bae Doona 
Dolly Parton // Amy Jump
Julie Newmar // Rosario Dawson 
Carrie Fisher // Kristen Wiig 

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All women always ❤

Clown and Out

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Can we talk about clowns for a second? No, not Trump and his supporters but actual, honest to goodness circus clowns.

I mean, what the fucking fuck are the recent sightings all about? After learning about the first US sightings, I went about my day because, in truly human (and selfish) fashion, it wasn’t likely to effect me all the way over here in the UK. Also, the first clown sightings seemed to be chalked up to a publicity stunt (for the remake of Stephen King’s It), stupid yes but at least they had a point.

Then Mr King made it very clear he knew nothing of such a stunt, raised his own concerns over the clown-pocalypse and now here we are. Campuses are being visited by powdery faced freaks, people are going crazy and this hoax has turned violent. The hysteria has spread across the water and now we all have a little something extra to worry about on those cold walks home at night.

Like we aren’t already taking our lives in our hands every time night falls. Someone raised the point that women already have enough to contend with wherever they go, but especially at night, and they’re not fucking wrong. Now there are people out there (money on them all being men) dressing as most people’s worst nightmares just to cause distress. How twisted is that?

I’ve been lucky so far and not seen a single clown but if I do I have no idea how I’ll react. I think I’d be forgiven for punching that fucker straight in the throat though, don’t you? I hope in most cases it isn’t male clowns going out of their way to harass women in the streets, and for the most part is a broader campaign of mischief, but it’s still unacceptable.

Can’t we all just have a nice life without John Wayne Gacy and friends popping up in scare the living bejesus out of us? Nothing good ever came of a clown, I can assure you. (Maybe Freak Show‘s Twisty, I kind of felt for him).

@clownsightings on Twitter is hilarious though.

What are your thoughts on this sinister form of clowning around?

International Women’s Day 2016

Happy #IWD2016!

I’ve thought long and hard about how to mark this day and did think about doing a big old post about inspirational female authors, actors and literary characters. Which would be fine but honestly, when I think about true inspiration and influence I realise it’s all around me, all the time. In my everyday, at work, online. Anywhere and everywhere.

I couldn’t include everybody obvs but here are just a few of the women I interact with on the regs who make me want to fight, to be as strong and talented as they are – and to be all round better so I can make them proud too.

Here’s to the women we love, the women who inspire us, the women who raised us and all those who identify as female. I love you.

Woman Power!

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From Top to Bottom, Left to Right:

Daisy (The Lucky Apple)
Lydia (Belle of the Bluegrass)
Hayley Margaret (A Stitch to Scratch)
My Mum
Madeleine (Madeleine Martin)
Meghan (The Lightle Side of Life/That’s Lightletainment)
Tatty (Camelia Ophelia)
Jillian AKA Wifey (The Pink Panther Snipes Again)
Hannah (Ponderous Pieces)

To you all I can only say thank you for being in my life. You make it a million times more fun and satisfying!

Coincidentally, WordPress has just reminded me it’s my 2 year blog anniversary today (my first post was on the 9th March 2014 and you can read it here if you want to). We’ve come a long way, baby.

I might elaborate on this a bit more tomorrow but until then:

Happy birthday to me – and a wonderfully womanly day to you all! ❤

Day 15: Shine

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I’d never heard of the Shine Theory until I saw this image on Twitter (above↑).

I fell in love with it hard and was even more overjoyed when it led me to Cattitude & Co, a blog run by Tara AKA Catstello. C&Co is one of my recent favourites (see Day 5) and I really recommend having a look for yourself.

Anyway, from the above, I found out that there’s a whole philosophy behind it. In my own words, the Shine Theory is the practice of eliminating rivalry between women, instead embracing each other’s successes, supporting and encouraging, and just generally looking at one another for inspiration, rather than throwing around the evil eye at those we deem glossier, richer and more awesome than ourselves.

We’re all on the same side after all, and haven’t we got enough on our plates smashing patriarchy on the daily?

Shining is about allowing yourself to be motivated by all the wonderful women out there in the world. Befriend them, love them, shout from the rooftops about how cool they are and embrace how that makes you feel too. Great isn’t it?

I know this is common sense and something we probably do anyway, we love our friends and we tell them that all the time, don’t we? But it’s not always easy. I can’t sit here writing this post without acknowledging that I’ve been the worst person for envying others. Throwing side eye at someone doing far better than I am, then looking at my own achievements in a newly negative light.

So I’ve been trying harder and it feels good. I’m surrounded by amazing women and incredible sources of inspiration and that makes me the most successful person, doesn’t it?

What makes you shine?

Who Run The World?

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Just a quick meme from me today, with a longer post on this topic later in the week.

This, reposted from @huffpostwomen on Instagram, is just perfect and a very good reminder that there’s enough room in the world for us all.

Sure, sometimes we might need to check ourselves, but as women we should be there to big each other up, encourage and support one another, no matter what.

Again, I sometimes need to take a breath and remember this but it’s very important to me that I live by this mantra. We all should.

💪💋💪💋💪💋

Memoirs of a Pogonophile

My name is Mrs Bee and I’m a Beardoholic.tumblr_n3kimfU4xx1sqzgnao4_500

Yeah I know, right? Big wow. Every hipster and his mum is sporting glorious facial hair these days and there is no shortage of female attention buzzing around them as a result. The beard is having its moment and who knows where it will end, if indeed it ever does.

I hope it doesn’t because I get a case of the weak knees most days as I browse the fruit section in Morrisons and a rough and ready Ricki Hall-alike bumps into me whilst squawking into his phone. That chin mane has given him an edge that he probably doesn’t deserve but I can’t be mad at him. He’s seen his window and has the ability to grow a garden on his face, good luck to him I say.

So where did this sudden obsession come from? I know I have always had a weird childish theory that you can always trust a man with a beard.

Ghengis Khan, Charlie Manson and Rolf Harris (say it ain’t so!) have so far proven me wrong on that score, but my prepubescent self longed for a bearded father figure to come along and give me all the answers. Growing up without a Dad around has surely set a precedent for me, take that as you will.

I think all my life I have secretly been dealing with Daddy Issues and I don’t mean that in the sinister sense it suggests. I just mean, a few times I have made decisions (bad ones) because I have (wrongly) assumed that certain people will answer the call within. Basically, when I have needed to be looked after, or have a firm hand to guide me, I have looked to somebody older or (seemingly) wiser to help me with that – and it has turned out disastrously.

Boy, this post turned personal, didn’t it?

But that isn’t about beards really, I just wanted to illustrate that I’m a girl who wishes she had her father around but doesn’t and so I believe this is part of the reason I am attracted to men with beards.

My father had a glorious, Che Guevara-esque beard that made him look distinguished and beatnik and mysterious all at the same time. When I grew up, I was sure I wanted to be with someone as wonderful as my dad, who would be capable of making me as happy as he made my mother.

And I am. I really did luck out when Mr Bee came along because suddenly I was hit with the weirdest feeling of all, once the thunderbolt smoke had cleared: pure peacefulness. That’s the best way to describe real love if you ask me: it feels like peace.

Mr Bee is everything my dad was; gentle and interested in new things. Well read. A romantic. All the things I wanted in my life partner and more than enough to fill my heart with a long-term hope that our life will be a good one.

And full-bearded. He’s currently very full-bearded indeed!

I will say this though, in defense of men who choose not to have beards, or cannot grow them, all those “Real Men Have Beards” type memes that are flopping about the internet: so not cool. Where it’s unacceptable to disparage a thinner woman for not being ‘womanly’, this is the same thing surely? A man is a man is a man – as all women are real women.

What my childhood self didn’t understand is that the essence of man is not necessarily caught up in one aspect of his appearance. Beards are good and sexy and wild to me, but the actual man beneath doesn’t have to scream and grunt to prove his manliness. I may associate a beard with protection and love, but it’s the heart and soul beneath that will prove that.

What’s your ‘thing’?