OK so that’s probably the worst freeze frame ever so I’d be grateful if you ignored that for me! Last Friday night I decided to dye my hair as it was fading and another wash would have made it look totally nasty. So I started dying my hair, wondering why the hell it looked so dark. Then I realised it was purple, not pink, and I’d all ready dyed half my hair. Totally dumb I admit but as it turns out the Raspberry Beret colour I usually use looks almost identical to the Blueberry Hill I accidentally bought. So now I have purple hair and don’t quite feel right because my entire wardrobe doesn’t match the colour purple like it does pink!
The funniest thing about the whole misadventure was the aftermath. I stained the shower a vivid purple which I had to bleach out at one in the morning and also stained the floor from where I dropped purple dye in shock at realising my error. Then after filming this video I went and kicked over a full cup of tea I had just made. It clearly just wasn’t my night! I wear the purple hair as a sort of tribute to why I should not only NOT dye my own hair but also to how I need to stop and think about things more often. Oy!
About Ruby
My name is Cara (but you can call me Ruby) and I like the colour pink, swearing, fist shaking, daggy dancing and 90s RnB music. Often all at once. I live in Brisbane which is always warm and is famous for its zombies.
It took a while but I finally found motivation to get into organising this years Brisbane Zombie Walk. This years walk has been a LOT harder to organise and I got a bit overwhelmed with it all and found it hard to get excited about the whole thing. Then all of a sudden I got extra-motivated today and am finally able to concentrate on making it AWESOME this year!
All announcements are made on the zombie walk website (which has a fancy new layout thanks to Kim) but for the record this years zombie walk is on SUNDAY 25TH OCTOBER. It’s going to have the same sort of structure to last years walks, we’ll start from Roma St Parklands and finish off in Fortitude Valley. We’ll be taking part in this years Valley Fiesta as well (details to come soon) and there will be TWO after-parties! This years walk is a charity event, with all proceeds going to the Brain Foundation (hell yeah for apt charities, eh?)!
We’re having a fundraiser partyas well on Saturday 3rd October but we’re still finalising all of those details. Keep checking out the Zombie Walk website for all the details as the happen!
There is a meme-type thing going around the blogs of various Aussie girls right now which I found really inspiring and really quite lovely. I found it first at Definatalie.com. People are too obsessed with perfection, myself included. It’s not something I think I could probably ever change about myself, I’m 26 years old now and learning to love myself totally despite my flaws and consider myself wonderful as I am is not something that just happens and would require a tonne of work and a lot more confidence/motivation that I could ever posses.
That doesn’t mean I can’t still love myself as much as possible anyway, right? I am not at all perfect, I am a mixture of things that make me just about as imperfect as possible (many of which are a result of my own conscious choices) but in a way that’s what makes me perfect in my own special way! So, here are the things I love about myself:
My face. I’m not going to be all modest and lame about it, I have a pretty face and I love it very much. I like the fact my face lights up when I smile and I can do sultry so, so easily. I have amazing eyes and my lips are the best shape. My skin is very clear these days which is a very big deal for me.
My boobs. I’m probably one of the few girls out there who loves having 10DD boobs. I thought I was a 12C for years, and after getting properly fitted I am now such a sexy-sounding size and my boobs look twice their size just by changing bra sizes!
My tattoos. This is why differentiates me from most people. Not just the fact I have tattoos, but the fact I am a pretty, girly-girl with lots of visible tattoos that mean a lot to me (while also looking totally cool). I get tattoos to decorate my skin, not to conform to a fashion trend of to be rebellious, they’re for me and me only!
My style. I think my style kicks arse and I defy anyone to disagree. I love pink and black so much that I wear little else. By having an almost exclusively pink and black wardrobe, I am always colour-coordinated and always manage stand out in a crowd. I haven’t met a girl yet who doesn’t love the idea of being able to wear tutu’s almost every single day like I do!
My height. Sometimes I feel like I’m too tall, but I always remind myself how I can always see bands at gigs, how I can always reach the top shelf, how I tower above everyone when wearing heels and how being really tall means I look slimmer than I actually am! Booyeah!
I am very open-minded about everything. There’s nothing out there that could surprise or disgust me. I eat pretty much all foods, I listen to a HUGE range of music, I think same-sex marriage is tops, I couldn’t care less what your religion is (unless you get all up in my face about atheist, anyway), I condone drinking and recreational drug use and I love porn. If you’re a narrow-minded bigot then that’s your problem, keep away from me and I won’t bother you.
I’m super nice! Sure I like to pretend I’m all tuff and moody and too-cool-for-school but anyone who knows me for more than 10 minutes knows I’m a bucket of sunshine and rainbow unicorn poop. It’s hard for me to dislike anyone, you have to be a total douchebag for me to not like you, and a total and utter cunt for me to hate you.
I could go on with this all day. It makes me wonder why I get down on myself. Sure I could stand to lose a few kilo’s and I do have a number of faults, but the things that make me a good person far outweigh any of the negative things I can come up with. Sometimes I need to remind myself of these excellent features of mine when feeling down in the dumps, because I am a neat sorta person, really!
I have just about HAD IT with this “Lady GaGa is a hermaphrodite” nonsense. I can’t even believe I am acknowledging these stupid romours at all, but after a few people made a big deal about it at work today I felt the need to have a rant about how preposterous this all is.
Let us observe the facts:
Why would a woman who was born with both sets of reproductive organs wear little more than skin-tight body suits (and almost never wear pants)? Seems a bit silly, if it’s a secret she’s trying to keep from the public. I know that if I had a penis but was really born a girl, I would be wearing clothing to cover my secret, not wearing virtually nothing down there and thrusting my business for all to see/judge.
Lady GaGa is from a wealthy family. If she’d been born a hermaphrodite like all those dickheads think she was, why would her WEALTHY family not given her the operation to remove the penis and make her a complete female? I can’t imagine any family letting their daughter have two sets of genitals, let alone one who could afford the corrective proceedure easily.
She used to be a stripper! I have a sneaking suspicion that the patrons of the gentleman’s club where she worked would have noticed if she was sporting a penis alongside a vag!
The fact of the matter is, Lady GaGa is a woman and does NOT hve a penis. People who are gullible/stupid enough to believe these rumours ought to be ashamed of themselves (don’t even get me started on the arseholes who started the rumours). There is no proof and I honestly believe these foul rumours were invented by some cruel jerks have a severe case of “tall poppy syndrome”. OK so the girl is totally plain without all her makeup, so what? A lot of girl, famous or not, are the same. You gonna start calling every girl who looks plain/ugly without makeup a man??? I’ve also heard some super-arseholes (including people I know in real life, much to my shock) say her legs are boyish. EXCUSE ME??? Her legs are about 1000 times nicer than mine you fucking creeps! Way to make me feel like shit!
I don’t understand why people are making this into such a big deal. I personally think Pink had the figure of a skinny white guy but I don’t remember anyone giving her immense amounts of shit about it like they do Lady GaGa (it may have happened way back when she first started out, like I said I don’t remember, but I doubt it did). I personally think it’s because Lady GaGa is a bit too different for most people, and people don’t like it when people are intentionally different from the norm and so have to attack them and justify their worries with ridiculous lies and rumours. Lady GaGa is totally awesome. She does her own thing, in hr own unique way and good on her for not caring and being who she wants to be! God forbid other pop stars do anything like that any more!
And my last comment on this whole situation: so fucking what is she was a hermaphrodite?! Does that make her any less of a person or any less talented? Shpuld be not listen to the music of hemaphrodites because it’s “wrong”? That’s totally fucked up, and disgusts me more than anything. Who really gives a shit if a singer has a dick and box? I sure don’t! I almost wish she WAS a hermaphrodite, so scare all the narrow-minded biogots out there who can’t handle something out of the ordinary like that!
So Greazefest has been and gone for another year. I wish I could write a huge rave review about how amazing the weekend was and all the new and amazing stuff they had this year, which was the 10th anniversary. But alas this was not the case because it was the exact same as it was for the last three or four years that I’ve been going. Friday and Saturday nights are for gigs, one night for rockabilly, the other night for harder rockabilly/psychobilly. Sunday is the day for everyone of all ages to see hot rods and other amazing cars, live bands and markets. But it’s always the same and is getting kind of boring. It’s such a shame because it should be fantastic because it’s all about the cool aspects of the 1950s like greasers, custom culture and rebellious youth, and most of the 1950s festivals are kind of daggy. But unfortunately Greazefest never quite gets there. It falls just below the sort of standard it should be aiming for. The venue is old, run-down and hideously uncool. There’s no them, no decorations and no charisma. I don’t understand why there can’t be 50s-themed drinks behind the bar (I’ve seen so many bars in Brisbane who stock old fashioned sodas like Cherry Cola and Root Beer, so it’s obviously not a difficult thing to source) or why there can’t be some cool decorations beyond some strips of cheap leopard-print material around the stage.
I don’t want to make a huge thing about this (and I know there are a lot of pro-Greazefest people out there who will be majorly pissed off with me now), but I am seriously hoping for something a bit better next year. Apart from Checkered Fist who is my favourite psychobilly band, mostly because they’re only just teenagers and cute as buttons, there wasn’t a great deal going on that made me want to go at all this year. Except maybe the markets where I always manage to find some treasures. I just have high hopes that next year will be a LOT better because I think Greazefest should be a huge event in Brisbane, not just a place where rockabilly folks go to buy random crap and see bands you can almost any weekend while getting pissed on not-so-cheap booze. I may even write a letter to the organiser, come to think of it.I have high hopes people! High hopes!
One of my biggest pet hates is musical ignorance. Nothing angers me more than when someone sums up an entire genres of music with one or two words. Prime examples include calling all dance/electonica music “doof doof” or “techno”, any rock music heavier than Nickelback “heavy metal” and calling all urban music “rap”. I’m not saying I expect everyone to be well-versed in all genres of music out there (thanks to Myspace, there’s not a soul alive who could possibly know them all) but it’s so ignorant to label an entire genre of music with something as simple as “techno”. It’s even more ignorant to say you don’t like “techno” or “rap” because you have essentially said you dislike entire, vast categories of music, many of which may overlap with the kinds of music you happen to like.
These days it’s cool for bands and singers to cross as many genres as possible, that’s why we have sub-genres like indie-electro, urban house, grindcore, and power metal among many other strangely named styles that no one can really comprehend properly. And let’s face it, rock and roll from the 1950s was originally developed as a fusion of blues, gospel and country music! Chances are, the band you were so sure was just a rock band is actually some electroclash, post-modern idie-pop band with soul tendencies.
If you don’t know what sub-genre of music a song falls into, don’t be an idiot and call it something like doof doof music or “that rap crap” because you’re just making yourself look like a fool. Either learn a little more about music beyond ROCK, RAP, TECHNO, CLASSICAL, COUNTRY and RETRO. Because for godsake, even HMV has more of a clue about sub-genres and god knows you probably shop there for all your music. And if you can’t be bothered educating yourself, shut the hell up and let the rest of us enjoy all the varied style of music available to us this day and age!
