Things about me

So. You've stumbled upon this blog. But just who is the mysterious 'rach' who posts these inane ramblings?

Well, to start with, this is a picture of my desk



So. Yes. I'm not the world's neatest person. But if I tidy it up I can't find anything, so it stays messy.

Speaking of my desk, this little fellow currently sits on it.



'Hello. My name is Julian. I am a stuffed dog'

Julian is a dog from Barcelona (the city, sadly, not the planet...) and he has no nose. Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke and it's still funny...

Next to my desk is this



Because I am a dancer. And a little bit artsy. And I like Ikea. So really, that simple black statue says quite a bit about me. Let alone the fact that I have another similar one on the other side...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd that's enough about me. Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of 'Rachel gets bored and takes stupid artsy photos with her iPhone and puts them on her blog in a fit of vanity!!!' Or not. Who knows if I'll ever again get bored and take stupid artsy photos with my iPhone and post them on my blog in a fit of vanity. Only time will tell.

Maybe I don't want to live in TV land, after all. Seems like a pretty crappy place, when you start to think about it...

Here's the thing. I watch a lot of television. Probably too much television. Also, a lot of crap television. It's probably almost a compulsion of mine. But, having watched a lot of television, I've discovered an interesting and perhaps disturbing trend when it comes to relationships between men and women on various TV shows.

There is a staple relationship often depicted on TV, and that is the one of pining. Longing. Etc. But here's the thing. When a man on TV pines over a woman (usually in silence, because that is, after all, the manly thing to do...) it's portayed as sweet, loyal, romantic etc etc. A man pining over a woman, however, must not even look at another woman, because then he's a bastard.

Flip genders, and it's a different story. A woman pining over a man who will never love her? She's pathetic. The only time it is acceptable for a woman to pine over a man is if he is the hottest one on her TV programme. She must accept that the longed for relationship is never going to happen, and find a hotter guy to fall in love with. Because of course, when she finds a hotter guy to go out with, other said guy will then of course work out he was in love with her after all. Then we'll end up with the scenario of my previous paragraph.

The thing is, we accept this. We accept that constancy in a man is a good thing, but bad for a woman. Is it any wonder we can't have true equality of the sexes when we're all prepared to put with this drivel?