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funny (Sara)

May is finally showing its sunny side and a lot of guys from my school walk around in shorts. My friend looked at all of the hairy man-legs and made a comment, that really cracked me up:

Oh look, they are wearing nature socks!

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happy, chill out music (Sara)

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two boys (Sara)

I had to go to the post office today. In front of me in the lineup was a mother with two boys, one still in a stroller and the other one about 4 years old. It was a busy day so there were lots of people and we had to stand outside for quite a while. The post office had one of those fancy automatic doors with motion detectors. When the older boy stood in front of the door and moved, it of course opened. He looked at it. Then he stood very very still. The door closed again. He snapped his fingers and the door opened. He turned around and looked at his little brother and he looked back with utter amazement. The boy turned around and snapped his fingers again. It opened again…. and again… and again… and again… until the mother rushed the boy inside.

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two boys. (Sara)

Two little boys playing with a ball near the street, kicking the ball as high as they can, getting lots of stern looks from the people passing by.

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G is for Girlhood (Charlotte)

Charlotte, a wonderful writer (and a dear friend) is writing a series of blog posts all headed with a letter of the alphabet. After reading her brilliant post this morning, G is for Girlhood, I asked her whether she would be so kind and let us post it here. She’s kindly consented. Do enjoy. To all us girls, both young and old…

Being a girl was about aching for something that was always just out of reach. I existed in a state of longing for something indefinable, of permanent languid dissatisfaction. I was always stretching out, grabbing, then discarding what I had touched. I wanted the next best thing, not the thing I had.

Girlhood was about never being happy in my skin. My body was all wrong. I longed for longer legs, better skin, a smaller bum. I longed for slow, rapturous kisses that would make me forget myself. I longed to melt.

Girlhood was about waiting for the right boy to come along. I ached for a soul-mate and found him in all the wrong places. When boys did turn up, I longed for someone cooler, older, more mature. I longed for a man.

Girlhood was about never finding the right food to eat. I longed for ice-cream, then tuna, then bread and butter, then chocolate, then roast chicken, then milk with Milo. Food came and went, but never in satisfying combinations.

Girlhood was about always dreaming about being somewhere else. If I was at school, I longed to be at home. At home, I ached for my friends. With my friends, I wanted to be with a certain boy. With that boy, I wished I were at home with a book. While reading, I thought of my father.

It was a time of extremes, of being too hot, too cold, too lazy, too over-excited, too silly, too irritable, too focused, too pent-up.

I thought a lot about clothes, but they were always wrong. Whatever I wore was never as good as what that girl wore. I flipped through magazines, ached for Farah hair, Christy legs, Jodie eyes. The clothes I finally bought were dissatisfying: too tight, too loose, too short, too long, too preppy, too Gothic, too old, too new. I longed for one perfect dress.

I felt as if I couldn’t talk very well. I never seemed to say what I meant, hard though I tried. Words blocked in my throat so I stayed silent. There was so much to say. I longed to say it well. I felt as if I couldn’t. I inhibited myself.

When I was a girl, I wanted to please. So badly. I wanted to please so badly that I did things I regretted. I put others before myself, their needs before mine. I pushed my own needs down until I exploded.

To girls, I say:

Find your voice and be proud to use it.

Put your needs first.

Please yourself, not boys.

Love your body.

Live in the moment.

Find and do the thing that makes you forget yourself, that makes your heart sing.

Never stop looking for one perfect dress.

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Walking the Dog (Lia)

Middle-aged woman takes her dog for a “walk”, with it sitting in a carrier at the back of her bicycle. Nice scenery (check). Fresh air (check). Exercise (null). Opportunity to take a leak (null).

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Lady GaGa on the Bus (Lia)

Peroxide blond 20-year-old/bighair dawned with red headband/diamond nose piercing/ black leather trousers/ razor pointed boots with stiletto heels/a black and silver faux leather handbag with glitter heart and “The Billion Dollar Babe Club (Buy Pink Label)” appliqué on the side/ texting her boyfriend on her red mobile phone while chewing gum.

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