Illustrations by Paula Bonet
Artworks by Estela Cuadro
Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
Hate that I have to write about this subject here and pollute my otherwise rather upbeat & chirpy young blog page but after failing to fit what I wanted to say within the confines of a tweet I’ve decided to ventilate here instead.
As of today we all feel pure abhorrence for Ian Watkins and the ‘mothers
(I would have liked to crop some of these gifs (like the accent ones) to make them more accurate but alas, I lack the skills.)
'Not great, admittedly' yeah, that should be the title of my fucking memoir.
Alphonse Mucha | Polar Star, Moon, Evening Star