Cult

Cult is not what it seems – There will be no Scientology nonsense, or religious manipulations. Cult is short of Culture – so anything to do with movies, the theater, some new trend of a none specific variety, or just something international and vague – it goes in here.. I feel like this section may or may not enrich your life – so embrace it, and cower to the greater force.

So – I was asked to write a post for my housemates blog on Holiday treats (she writes a cooking blog). So I did, and it’s up/ live.

You should like totally go and check it out. I teach the two greatest eats in Australian life:

  • Sausage Rolls
  • Pavlova

I also made a 5 song playlist (with gros. help from Poule d’Or – thanks) which you can listen to if cooking is nay your thing. Head to Life Tastes Like Food > you can totally stalk me in all my fab Martha Stewart likeness.

…like, right now.

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This Friday – I am getting on a United flight back to the Motherland (Australia). Things I am not excited about – the 16 hour flight without free booze. Things I could just about spew from excitement about – going home, FOR-THREE-WEEKS.

I’m kind of like majorly pumped about it being summer – which I know blows most of your minds, but frankly is what is up. Summer during the holiday season is fucking GOLD. Present shopping, catching up with friends, drinks outside > that is all meant to be done in the heat – that my friends is 100% Christmas.

Lobster (crayfish) also equals Christmas. Seafood for Christmas is the business – and not herring or any of that stuff you Scandi’s eat – but full blown shrimp on the barbie (but not, because it doesn’t go on the BBQ at our house).

My Australian To Do List looks much like this:

  1. Swim most days – necessary. There are no pools in San Francisco which are easily accessible. There is no hot weather in San Francisco which makes this activity enjoyable. I am going to swim laps until my skin wrinkles, and I’m going to like it.
  2. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Things you may or may not know about Melbourne (where I am from) is that they have good coffee. It’s like pure heaven, and a pure heaven I miss. None of these arsehole barrista’s that I experience in the US where they think they made up coffee. Just nice people who understand what I want when I say strong latte, and make it with a fucking smile.
  3. Boys – I am home for 3 weeks. I feel like this might just be enough time for a summer romance. I am hoping it looks much like a Natalie Portman romantic comedy – and my mate for the occasional roll around is similar to Ashton Kutcher. I’m a bridesmaid in a wedding – if that doesn’t get me at least a cheeky pash – I don’t know what will.
  4. Food purchased by Parental units – this is happening, like all the time. The one thing that sucks about living overseas is that you pay for everything. Want to go on a holiday? – that’s on me. Want to eat a good meal – that’s on me. Need/ want a new pair of shoes for work – that’s on me. Not that these wouldn’t mostly be on me in Australia – but sometimes they wouldn’t be, and I miss that. I miss parents – who take care of you 23% of the time. I want to have that 23%.
  5. Getaways to wine country – my family lives near the wine area of Victoria. I am going to ABUSE the shit out of that locale. And just wine my face off. Morning, noon and night. I am so ready for the lady of regional leisure status – like 6 months ago.
  6. Tuning out the mobile device – I use my phone a lot. It’s kind of pathetic. The nice thing about going home, is I end up on the most basic of phone bills, with the most hipster phone you would every encounter. I literally have no use for the thing, apart from to phone home RE: some stupid thing I just did and feel like my mum will care about. Or to sext a friend to catch up. I’m dreading the no phone/ excited for the no phone – I know, a thrill a minute in this life I have here.
  7. Near to no clothes – pumped for this shit in general. Just to fang around in not much. I miss hot weather, and I CAN’T wait for a bit of skin on skin action. By way of few clothes, on the reg.

I am officially open to suggestions to grow this list, like OFFICIALLY. 3 weeks in Melbourne, on quite the spendless budget..

HIT IT.





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Nothing is OK about this.

by Lucy on October 10, 2011

in Cult, N.B

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Oh San Francisco, you’re killing me.

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Ok, so I always read about these feminists complaining about poor treatment, and then you hear from reg non feminists bitching about a door not being opened, and meal not being paid for etc. I personally sit firmly between the two of these opposites, but in this RANT – that is not the issue.

I find myself presently hot, and damp after having to lug a rather heavy box to the post office. Things I am fine with, sending packages – I mean I somewhat resent my boss for sending me, but that is a whole different story. Ultimately I have no problem with the post office, until one of two things happens, BOTH of which happened today:

  1. I get cat called by a guy on a bike, several times, almost like I didn’t hear him in the first place. Homeboy – I am carrying a rather large package (any way you write that, does not sound good) I don’t care for you or the way in which you tied that bandana around your face like a bandit.
  2. I get asked for a cigarette from a homeless man. Does this box I’m hauling look like a cigarette? I can see how this might be confusing, not really; but seriously – does it look like I am fucking smoking..? Idiot.

Reasons these two things are all sorts of effed up is:

  1. Frankly – people shouldn’t cat call, however if you must, doing so while I’m obviously busy/ struggling is just double unmanly. Help me out you arsehole – then I might speak to you and if you are cool, possibly buy you a coffee. Which equals US date, and everyone’s a winner.
  2. I believe in getting money for doing work, not for just putting your hand out and being homeless. Perhaps I’m now the arsehole – but that’s the way it goes. So when you ask me for a ciggie, while I obvs. have no hands free to get said object I don’t even have – it’s semi annoying. But then this gets me thinking.. If you want a cigarette so badly or money, which would = a cigarette, why don’t you offer your services, and carry the god damn package..! I mean seriously, first you ask me to get something out of my purse, while I obviously have no hands free, and you then expect me to do so with nothing in return from you..? Get the fuck outta here.

I’m sorry, I am not normally the girl that gets all up in your face about chivalry and roles within the sexes – I think of myself as an equalist (although I do love it when I’m bought dinner, I will offer – but it makes me gah-gah when it happens) but when I have two v. different angles of men being a dick, I kind of get annoyed, and think “Hey arsehole, be a man – and carry the box for the damsel in distress.”

It’s really not that much to ask, and I probably would have smiled and said “thanks, but no”

But still, what the fuck is wrong with people..!?


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I am having raging issues this morning. And it all revolves around being a girl. We have covered why being a girl is hard – but I find it to be the hardest when you are victimized by others.. Now – I normally don’t feel victimized – I mean, I feel sorry for myself all the time because I have to go to Lonni (best waxer in SF – beyond a doubt) or whatever – but I don’t for reasons of weakness, and I DON’T because others make me feel this way..

But this morning I read an article about female chefs in San Francisco – and the outrage from females and males as to why the “up and comings of the city” were all males. Now – look, people – if there aren’t enough female chefs to make the list – the writer cannot fabricate them. And by you alone saying that it’s TERRIBLE that there are none on the list makes me feel like you are asking for preferential treatment… Are you?

It was outlined by the writer that there were a handful of female chefs (that were known) who had been considered for the list – but frankly – they just weren’t as good as the men in line for the title. This is FINE. This is a competition. This is ranking the BEST up and comer in the chef world. You don’t just get included because you are female – like you shouldn’t just get included because you check some diversity box like (for example) being Chinese or African American. You get included on the list because of your skill level. By expecting that there should be some females on the list because it is sexist otherwise – IS FUCKING SEXIST. You are supporting what you are going up against.

Why don’t you see the chefs as CHEFS – and not by which sex they represent. By boiling it down to that (an almost battle of the sexes) – you are going hand in hand with giving women different treatment – when for the longest time, I was of the assumption – everyone was “fighting” for equality.

The writer then went on to talk about how being a chef is pretty hard with the long hours and the general night nature of the job (thus, expressing that perhaps this was the reason there were a lack of female chefs) – and how (unfortunately) this doesn’t match with most females life goals – who want babies, and who want to LOOK after their babies. This is true. I mean – it is a shame – BUT IT IS A FACT. Ladies want the babies, and they don’t want the nannies  – they want the families.

This shit always pisses me off because I come from a family where my mother bought home most of the bacon – my father worked a good job – and my sister and I were looked after by Nancy (our nanny) and then sent to boarding school. There are options for you stupid stupid women/ men who get in a tizz about this women against the world shit. Because you can – you will – and you are able to find ways… If you want to.

What actually really frustrated me about this article was that people were shooting their mouths off – and getting pissed, but couldn’t offer a female candidate. I mean – get upset – sure.. IF you can say “this sucks because did you consider Female Chef 1 from X rest. OR Female Chef 2 from X rest.”  – perhaps there were some female chefs MISSED because they are unknown, perhaps. And if that is the case – why not speak up, throw it out there.. But don’t just say “You’re shit, this is shit, I fucking hate you, you Neanderthal.” That doesn’t help anyone.

Observations of the day: People are idiots (find the Michael Bauer article here)

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And then I could wear anything.. Like anything.. So like – I always want to wear over-sized, see-through shirts and skinny jeans with epic heels. Because that is what my skinny bitch (please) friends wear. And rock.. But when I do that.. I just look a fat bitch (please put on a better fitting shirt)

Now – it is hard being chubby. I mean – sometimes I like it because I kind of rock clothes that you need to be a bit thick in, and I think I like it more-so since I moved to the US. American guys aren’t like Australian guys, in Australia – the boys like you skinny – in a America, I think skinny is in too – but often I hear – she would be better with a bit more bum, or bigger hips, or thicker legs..

This does two things – makes me happy for my shape.. And, keeps me chubby (frowny face). To be honest I generally hate my chubby girl stance because there is too much error for fat girl photos, and I am a pretty photogenic person, so this is a total Debby Downer when I look porky.

What has spured this on is the above sweat shorts (find the cuffed sweat short cut offs, from Nasty Gal here).. I want them.. Like now – but being a chubby kid – I know, I need to look like said model to pull that shit off, or else I will just look like poopy butt.. Not OK..

Why can’t people make clothes that look good on everyone..? Why?

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