Eight reasons why it’s great to be a twenty-something female in 2014

After last weeks ‘glass half empty’ rant fuelled blog, I feel it’s more important than ever to spread some positivity. This particular post is inspired from last weeks commute to work where I made it my priority to everyday, sit and think of a reason why it’s great to be alive. Sometimes, when you’re cramped up against a sweating beast of a woman with egg down her chin you’ve gotta think of just one reason why you’re lucky to be a twenty-something female in 2014. So here goes…

1) The feeling of taking your bra off at the end of each day
I beg of you, please, tell me one moment in your day that is better than the release of your nunga nungas from the vice of your bra? It’s that split second moment we all wait for at the end of the day, sometimes we keep our bra on that little bit longer to appreciate even more how bloody good it feels to take it off. At the weekend I often go native and spend 48-hours inside with no bra insight, often knocking myself out to run to the door to greet the delivery man with my curry, but sometimes for a treat, I strap them in just for one hour so I can enjoy that feeling. It’s one of those special feelings a man will never be able to experience, like giving birth to a child, only better.

2) The fact lower heels are back in fashion
Now I have always, always been a lover of heels. What’s not to love? A beautiful pair of heels can give you more confidence than any other item of clothing, they lift your butt, lengthen your legs and most importantly that ‘clip-clop’ sound gives you a sense of power, confidence and femininity that can for five minutes make you feel like you’re walking down your very own “I look fabulous tonight” catwalk. BUT for someone who is 5’7 with a group of friends who barely reach my armpit, the last few years of shoe fashion fuelled by tottering 6 inch heels have given me an ora of intimidation rather than attraction on a night out. There is nothing un-sexier than hovering over everyone and having to crouch down to order a drink. So it’s wonderful that lower heels are now paving the way in fashion, gone are the days of Alexander McQueen esque heels filling the shelves of New Look and Topshop, instead high-street stores such as Whistles and French Connection are following the likes of Chanel, Prada and Tom Ford who have lowered their heels yet added height to the expectations of women like me everywhere who can now last the night and look more fabulous and less frightening.

3) Beyonce
Do I really need to say more? Keep paving the way girl, keep paving.

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Room 101

I think it’s safe to say I’m a pretty positive person. My friends and family would describe me as someone who always tries to see the light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark the tunnel is. I’m proud of the fact I always try to see the best in everyone and try to keep negative comments to a minimum. However, over the last month I’ve been filled with many a negative thought about the strangest of things. I’m not sure if it’s the January blues, the fact I’m commuting on the underground with creatures of Mordor every day, or all the determined, detoxing, “2014 is my year” comments filling my newsfeed. Never mind the catalyst – everything is pissing me off. As I want to return to my positive self ASAP I thought a rant would fill be once more with tranquility and peace. It’s likely I will soon delete this post in disgust of my time spent whining over ridiculous pet hates, but right now, I’m certain it will make feel better.

Here lies forth my top five for Room 101

“You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.”


1)     Loud music on the London Underground
I’ve already mentioned my distaste for the underground. What’s to like really other than the excitement northerners feel when the first re-locate to London and realise they are officially in London? It’s busy, smelly, boiling hot and nobody talks to each other. I’m certain if we filled the underground with Sheffielders conversations would flow. Instead it’s a zoo of Candy Crush playing, Metro reading, sweating anti-social commuters on route to work, which is fine. BUT there is one type of person in particular that should be permanently barred from the underground: Anyone listening to overbearing and often horrendously chosen music. There’s two types of music listeners, those who (maybe subconsciously play music through their headphones for all to hear) or the worst kind; Those who actually blast the music out their phone with no care in the world for everyone else trying to get home in peace. If you’re one of those people and you’re reading this, please stop. We don’t like you, especially you, the girl who played Boy Better Know out of her Samsung last Friday.

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