FROM BROWN TO BLONDE TO BLONDE TO BROWN

I don't find going to the hairdressers relaxing. I find it stressful. 

If they're not scalping you they're dying your hair some random colour you didn't ask for or pushing products/treatments on you that you don't need or want. 

The biggest scare your hair faces is of course transitioning from brown to blonde. Not to fear, I have done this transition many a time. Call me your hairy god mother. 

I got told by a lot of hairdressers to "grow it out." Grow.it.out. Don't they realise how LONG that would take? Of course they do, they're hairdressers!

What self-hair-respecting person would wait years to just GROW it out?

THE BIG TWO ZERO

On the 3rd of the 3rd I turned 20. Adult, officially ... (apparently.) So I have decided to write about my transition from teenie weenie teenager in to fully fledged, responsible, adult. You can apply inverted commas if you like. 

PET PEEVES OF NEWCASTLE

1. Sluts. Sluts calling other sluts sluts. Male and female. There's male sluts calling other male sluts, female sluts calling male sluts, male sluts calling female sluts, pro sluts calling the amateur sluts sluttier sluts than they are sluts, but the fact is they're all sluts. No it's not a nice word but it's becoming more evident every second, especially in Newcastle, that romance is dead. 

If you want a romance like they had in the 60's where you went on dates to carnivals and the boy asked to kiss you or serenaded you from your window at 2am then read a book or watch Grease because it's rarer than fairy dust now and that is because of all these IN DENIAL SLUTS. 

Admit you a hoe or just be nice to each other.

REVENGE PORN

These days we don’t need to be anywhere in the radius of an object or a person to be able to see them … all we need is a phone. Possessing this small but powerful, nifty, little device enables anyone anywhere to see everyone and everything that’s found its way on to the World Wide Web; which incase you haven't noticed, is quite big.

Whether it’s Instagram ‘cheeky Nandos’ posts (yes I know there is nothing cheeky about chicken) or Facebooks ‘no makeup selfies’, mobile phones come armed with cameras. Gone are the days of disposable cameras or video cassette tapes, nowadays a quick click on an app snaps up footage in seconds, and just a few more clicks uploads that image or video to anywhere the uploader desires.

A new term I’ve come across lately a lot in the media is ‘revenge porn’. Sounds scary doesn't it? Referring back to what I said in the first sentence, you no longer need to be plonked naked as sin, smack bang in front of your man for him to be able to see you in all your glory. I say ‘in front of your man’ because 90% of revenge porn victims are women. A quick naked selfie sent over for “his eyes only” or maybe your once trusted male companion shooting a hand held home movie now results in all the power being held literally … in his hands. Or her hands, including the 10% of females seeking revenge through the lens of a camera.

And we wonder why there are so many trust issues in modern day relationships?

HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD LIKE YOU IF EVERYONE WAS BLIND?

Yesterday I met a woman who is blind. Now, up until she was actually sat in front of me, it never occurred to me that I hadn’t even ever spoken to a blind person before or what it entailed to be blind. Imagine not being able to see? The whole time we were speaking to her that’s all I kept thinking. We met this woman because we are doing a short documentary about her and also about guide dogs - excuse the irony but it really was a massive eye opener.