The other day on Facebook I read an article posted by someone I admire and have known since high school. I know if she is on her "soap box" about something normally there is good reason. SO I read the story. Then I got on my soap box and shared the link. And then it went quiet. I guess it wasn't a cute link to a story about a cat or a dog, or a dancing baby - you know the ones, they get 100's of 1000's of like and comments. This article was about something people don't want to comment on/are too afraid to comment on OR, straight out, they don't care. And I'd like to think I am surrounded by people in my social media stratosphere that do care..
Here's the story: From Little Things Big Things Grow
it's a delightful story about a company called "Wicked Campers" - who, as the name suggests, rents out camper vans to people travelling around Australia. Where is the fuss in that I hear you ask.. The fuss isn't in that - the fuss is in the slogans they have painted on their vans. One delightful example if below:
Just in case you can't read it, it says: "In every princess there is a little slut who wants to try it just once".
Really? That is acceptable and not worthy of some outrage?
As the write of the article says: "When something is
wrong and has become normalised it’s the exact moment to speak up."
I think it is time to speak up.
#WickedCampers #PaulaOrbea
I am chick flick mad. You may be surprised to know I love Sci-Fi as well. Not Star Trek Sci-Fi - more shows like Under The Dome and Arrow (actually, does Arrow count as Sci-fi? And if I'm really honest I watch it to look at Stephen Amell, I meant who wouldn't? I always say, Arrow, so bad it is good...). But I digress...
Back to my love of chick flicks. I like the fact the story lines are so easy to read. I like tuning out for 2 hours and not thinking about anything other than what is playing out on the screen in front of me (yes, I know, I know what is going to happen but I don't have to THINK about it).
Which brings me to one of my favourite movies, that I watched for about the 23rd time on Saturday night, Sweet Home Alabama. I came to realise a long time ago that I like the movie because of the fact it reminds me of me when I was younger (that and Josh Lucas is damn hot). I'd left a small town to move to the big smoke (and left behind my first true love, well it had been over for years but you know teenagers, but that's where that similarity ends) and I got a bit ahead of myself.. I wasn't as obnoxious as Melanie (Reece Witherspoon) or at least I don't think I was (there is probably lots of people who will have a different opinion to that though!!) but I didn't go back to my home town and visit my parents or family enough, I didn't call them enough - I wasn't there enough... I want to reach through the TV and slap her, then I realised I can't because I was I was her when I was in my late teens to my early 20's...
So the moral of this blog is - always be present, always make an effort to see or talk to your parents and family - even if it is just a phone call regularly... If you live close by, call in - even for 10 minutes, just don't think you'll do it tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes soon enough. And, it may be too late.
