Me too

I crashed when I came home from work last night. Had a snooze on the sofa before George came home. It’s hard work doing nothing in the country side. 

Or maybe it’s more because of all the emotions the #metoo campaign brought up. People who know me knows im an outspoken and proud feminist. I’m strong and independent and I stand up for the things that are right. 

The men around me have never questioned my self worth and my dad, my brother, my boyfriends have all treated me with respect and love.

But being a woman means you are not safe from the other side of men. The predatory, ‘I take what I want’ side. 

I posted this on FB yesterday 

‘Me too. 

How much do you share on a public forum? Do you talk about the time you dressed up as an angel, feeling very pretty, and someone held your wings and groped you between your legs saying you were asking for it and you hid away crying in the bathroom. Or the time someone pressed you up against a wall kissing you against your will and when you pushed them away laughed that you should be proud you make men not able to control themselves. Or the numerous times you’ve been groped, catcalled, called a slut, called a prude, called ugly or beautiful or just generally commented on by strange men. 

Do you talk about the times that are still too raw to talk about? The ones that leave scars? The ones that you barely talk about with your best friends but at least you share with them because they have similar experiences? 

I think we need to speak up. I have seen a lot of people post #metoo on here and if it can in any way help less women experience the things I have I’ll share my story.’

These are just some of the examples of when I’ve been made to feel small, to be ashamed, to be scared. There are worse than this but I’m not ready to talk about them yet. Not here, not like this.

It’s important that women speak up but it’s even more important than men learn to speak up when they see this happen. That they don’t try and shut us up when we share the fear and shame that follows us around in many situations. That they tell their fellow men to stop when they hear or see behaviour that is not ok. That we all work together to make sure no one should feel what so many women feel. 

Thinking, reliving and talking about emotions and experiences long hidden away is draining and even if I’m glad women are talking and men hopefully listening I’m so tired that it still needs to be this way. 

Mini me. 

A cabin getaway

Back in town from our little trip to the countryside. Every time i go away I dream away to owning a little cottage somewhere. But then I realise how much I love London. And how annoying it is to not get candy when I want it. So no. 

We were in high spirits leaving town on Sunday. My manly man driving the car.

And doggo enjoying the wind in his face. Me, I had control of the music. Happy little family all around. 

Arrived at our cabin in Sussex. Very pretty and situated close to a typical English village. We all know what that means – ciders at the closest pub. 

But first, they had alpacas…

…a pink cow under a tree 

And the cutest little dog called molly. She adopted us, we had no say in that. I think she fell in love with Woolly. And the ham I gave her.

It was a lot of weirdness to take in. W mostly wanted to chase the alpacas. Hence lead. 

On Monday, after an evening in the pub and then getting drunk at home (yeah to house parties. And let’s not remember I was in a foul mood. Sorry babe) we went for a long walk 

I kept squealing pretty and made george take photos.

On top of the world. Or at least the cattle fence.

Walking and walking and walking 

After an hour it started to turn all dooms day. The sun was shining orange and the clouds started to look quite scary.

We got lost 

But it was so pretty i forgot about that and the gathering clouds. More squealing.

Taking some time to lick my man 

And take nature photos 

All of a sudden it looked like the apocalypse was happening and a kind English gentleman looked concerned about us getting soaked.

So we ran. But first taking time to play zombies at the graveyard. As you do. 

And pose with some wisdom from god and his crew 

We made it to the pub just before the rain. Enjoyed the food and read our books. Loving having a Monday off. And looking at my sexy man. Yum. 

In the evening did our best to pretend that we are bear grylls and tried to start a fire. If took a good 30 min. Let’s just say we are not ready to live off the land yet. 

George feeding our spoilt doggy by hand. Because spoilt. And nervous in new places.

Then we went to bed, woke up when it was still dark out and headed back to London. 

Feeling like a real country bumpkin now. 

Memories of all the fun

I survived this week too! Been a long one going back and forth to Paris but it’s finally Friday and since George, woolly and me are leaving town Sunday for two nights I have a long weekend. 

Excitement overload! It’s supposed to be 23 degrees on Monday. Works perfectly with our countryside walks plans. This bum is made for walking. 

Speaking of walking. After working from home in the afternoon getting some HR stuff done Katta and me met for a walk around the river. Needed. 

And speaking of Katta, just realised I never showed any pictures from last Friday, also known as The Best Friday Ever.

We went to the village for London cocktail week to see some naked bums. Missed out on the bums but drank ALL the drinks instead. Because we are heroes.

So many cocktails 

So many silly faces. 

So much love

Dave won on the drinking. Big hands for the win. I mean, the guy is a stormtrooper in the next SW movie so he’ll always be my hero.

Katta and me found more cocktails. Look how pretty these are, like a wed Anderson dream. 

And these boys. The best. 

Then we went to Found, got even drunker and aced the night. Felt like we had all the fun. I actually think we did. 

With our honorary bff Stu. So much sadness that he is moving back to Sydney at the end of the year. 

Yeah, totally one of those nights. 

Tonight will be calmer. Or not. But I gave three days off so bring on the drinks. 

Treat yo self

I went to Paris for a couple of days. For workshops and presentations and all kinds of scary things. I survived. Barely.

Arrived late and slept in my women need more sleep than men t-shirt to get some much needed ooomph for my discussions with the white middle aged man clan that run our company.

It worked. I gave a good presentation (not kick ass but good enough) and explained to the CEO it’s actually not my fault the tech team sucks (maybe not in those exact words.)

Then we had a lovely dinner by the river before I crashed in bed.

I got we miss you messages from home and met Filippa for breakfast the day after. Love meeting my friends for breakfast in Paris.

After another crazy long day at work I took the Eurostar home reading some awesomeness 

Before being greeted by friends, dog, food and boyfriend (kind of in that order).

Today I’m wearing green 

And got my crazy but lovely advent calendar delivered. Yup, totally spoilt myself. 

But sometimes no one else will so you have to just treat yourself a little bit 

I’m ready for you weekend

Weekend! You couldn’t show up quick enough. I NEED you! 

Finally get to see those naked bums I’ve bee blogging about tonight. Katta and me are going to visit the boys in the lcw village. Yes. 

Looked at pictures from the summer yesterday and felt extra in love with my awesome man. 

Then Katta and me took a long walk along the river talking boys. Because it’s so much fun talking boys. Especially when they are being sweet and makes your insides go all smushy. 

High five to boys. 

Me and my main man then chilled some on the sofa. Sofa life 4-ever! 

Pretty out this morning when W and me where bombing around. He runs and I run after. Ish. I wish I could blame the wellies for my awkward running but I’m just not particularly fit. 

But there are worse things than running in a slightly stupid manner. 

Then getting myself pretty in pink eyeshadow for tonight. Otherwise being scandi in grey and black so needed some colour. Spreading the pink love all around. 

Only 6 more hours to go and then freedom! 

Stupid is as stupid does

From sick to slightly hungover. From adult to total kid. How quickly things change. 

Went to meet George’s colleagues yesterday and being Finnish they got me drunk (totally them, had nothing to do with me. Cross my heart.) 

Because it’s London cocktail week the city is crazy and after dinner at sager and wild we went to sun tavern and then on to ableforhts pop up bar where we ran into…

…Dan! He’s in town for the week and looked unusually sleek in matching shoes and new tattoo. 

Because life and stupid decisions we headed on to callooh for a last drink. Around here I realised that its a day tomorrow as well and George and me headed home.

Dressing away my hangover with my new spacey t-shirt. It says ‘the other’. Because we are all the other sometimes. 

Tonight Katta and me are taking a walk and tomorrow we are going to meet these sexy bums at the lcw village (look away dad) 

Life

Back in at work today. Fever is gone (ish, still those awkward sweats but at least I’m up and about).

Killing it! 

I’m also being a total grown up and cancelled my trip to Sweden this weekend. I was supposed to go to a much anticipated birthday party but due to cold and big conference I paris next week I decided on staying home.

Look at me totally adulting.  

Someone who is not adulting is my boyfriend working naked sauna bar every day this week. Look at stus awkward hands in this picture. Everywhere is danger zone…

Tonight meeting with George and his colleagues I haven’t met yet. Showing those fins swedes can be nice too. 

Different ways of dealing with the fever

I’m at home. Kicking off the last of the fever from the weekend. My immune system is a catastrophy. Or rather, it’s fighting for a while (all last week while feeling crazy tired and having a cold sore in my nose) and then it goes ‘wham bam thank you mam’ and knocks me out for a couple of days. 

I am feeling heaps better today though. And working from home. It’s busy at work at the moment so needed.

I was so cold yesterday I had to get home and get a scarf. Then I lasted for another hour before giving up. 

George on the other hand had to work through his fever. In a naked sauna bar for London cocktail week. 

….

Yeah, you heard that right. Good thing the front was covered. Apparently women past 35 (dirty bastards) kept trying to get him to turn around to have a look at his bum. 

It is a nice bum. But the feminist in me is horrified at anyone being objectified that way. Man or female. 

And we are doing it all again tidy. Me on the sofa, george waving his little tushy around. 

Snapchatting through the weekend

George and me where laying side by side sweating yesterday. He was properly taken out by the cold and I had a sympathy fever. Winners.

Cozying up with the doggo. Sleepy fever days.

George had to leave and do work. So he wrapped up warm and fought the fever. Poor bastard.

On Saturday morning I was up early having breakfast after a Friday night at home.

I was bored and adding to my insta stories

I painted my nails and chilled around doing very little 

Until it was time to wake George up. I wish I had an actual trumpet.

We had lunch at the havelock. Look at this sexy piece of meat.

Woolly was over the moon for both chicken and steak. Spoiled doggy.

In the evening we went to celebrate Mike on his last night at Revs.

And had a burning crepe Suzette drink. George had to drink it, too sweet for me.

We took pictures for Kat in Sydney 

And contemplated life’s big questions while waiting for Leanne to show up since she was staying at ours. 

Our faces when we realised we had to head home to W. But he was so happy when we came home it was totally worth it.

Then fever hit and the night was spent bathing in our own sweat.