This blog, that you are currently on, is called Monster Girl. I will tell you why. I love monsters, all kinds, the more destructive the better. My first exposure was through a TV show called "Power Rangers". Oh you know them? Damn right becuase they were amazing. I wanted nothing more as a small child than to marry Tommy, the green power ranger and defeat giant monsters then ride off into the sunset on his motorcycle. Perhaps this was the beginning of my love of bad boys as well...
Really when I think about it, my first real exposure to monsters was probably Barney, the purple dinosaur. I mean, he was as much a kaiju as Godzilla was.
Seeing the first Godzilla movie was literally life changing for me. How could any child see a rampaging, radioactive lizard monster and identify with it immediately I don't know. I obviously have issues. But there was something about the King of Monsters. Perhaps it was the fact that, like most monsters, Godzilla wasn't a monster by choice. He was a product of an irresponsible and cruel society that not only had little regard for human life but also for the nature that spawned us. Just like humans who rose from the early primordial ocean to reek havok on its environment, Godzilla rose from the ocean and fucked shit up. The Japanese turned perhaps the largest, most devestating human tragedy as the nuclear bomb and made a creature that fucked them up even more. Godzilla could be seen as a metaphor of the nuclear destruction, of American consumption, of insurmountable rage. What also struck me was that most of the time the people needed Godzilla, that despite the fact that it was the humans who made him what he was, he still helped defend them. I saw Godzilla as the savior, who comes to a people with a message and leaves them, never asking for a bit of thanks.
I own most of the movies, my favorite being Godzilla vs Mothra (1964) and Destroy all Monsters (1968). In 1998 an American movie was made of Godzilla and naturally I was in that movie line the opening day. The movie starred Matthew Broderick, Jean Reno, and a whole bunch of other people too... Anyway this movie was just like every other 90's action/science fiction movie much like Independence Day, Deep Impact, Armageddon ect... There is massive destruction, one white guy who miraculously survives it all and is the key to saving humanity and government baddies who stand in his way. It was disappointing, not only to me but fans of the franchise. The main complaints being that it was too much action and not enough plot (I don't even remember the plot tbh). But the one addition to this franchise is the very controversial decision to give Godzilla a sex change, yeah thats right, in this film Godzilla was a lady, the Queen of all Monsters. This decision was and still is, disputed as many claim that Godzilla is actually a hermaphrodite, neither male or female but both (as though it would be so horrible if Godzilla actually was a woman). From that time on, I have associated Godzilla as a hermaphrodite, which many people find strange, but I think makes the character even more dynamic.
Well cut to 2013 and here we are with a new trailer for a new movie, and I have to say, it looks good. The design looks more like the original, iconic spined back Godzilla, with an upright stance and a humanoid body. The plot from what I'm gathering is more along the lines of Destroy all Monsters, with Godzilla defending humanity from other, invading monsters. The film stars Aaron Taylor-Johnson (Kick Ass), Bryan Cranston (Breaking Bad), Elizabeth Olsen (Martha Marcy May Marlene), Ken Watanabe (Inception), and Juliet Binoche (Dan in Real Life).
Below is the teaser trailer which doesn't show much of anything but is full of awesome imagery.
The release is May 2014 for the US.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
The world is shit. How's that for an opener?
The world is shit. People are cruel to each other, selfish, and dangerous. It's true. Since Cain first brained his brother over a fit of jealous rage, we have lived in horrible times. We will never live in time or place where crime doesn't happen and where being a woman isn't a threat, especially in America.
I have been living on my own since I was 17. I left home and in almost 10 years only came home sporadically to help take care of family members. Even then though, I was going to school and/or work alone, grocery shopping alone, going to movies alone, answering doors alone, and anything else that would make me a potential target largely on my own. Like every other girl, I have been told since birth how to stay safe. "Don't wear short skirts,." "Park under a light" "Don't walk in an alley" "Tell your friends when you get home" "Stay on the phone while walking" "Don't take drinks you didn't pour" "Don't get in a car of someone you don't know." I was a neurotic, paranoid mess all through college. I watched over my friends and was the typical fat, loner hen of the group, cockblocking the shit out of all my friends. It wasn't until later in my freshman year, when a close friend had come back from a party bleeding from between her legs, held up by her roommates that I realized a terrible fact. There is nothing you can do. She was a sensible, conservative girl who never drank too much and stayed with her friends and yet, she had been drugged and raped.
It was several days when she told me about it. We were having a sleepover with close female friends when she described what happened. She sat down her drink, came back to it immediately and when the drugs took effect, a guy she had been dating said he'd take care of her. When her roommates came to take her home, they found her passed out with him on top of her. I was horrified. I had been aware that things like this happened all the time to women across the world but I was horrified that she didn't want to do anything. She did not want to go to the police, to the hospital or report him to campus police. I begged her. She didn't want to, I did what I thought was best and I supported her and her decisions.
I found a picture of the guy, I printed out a million copies of it and wrote "DO NOT DATE ME. I AM A RAPIST." And posted it all over campus. That was all I could do. For her. For other women. For my anger.
My point is that it doesn't matter if you park under a light, if you wear skirts down to your ankles, if you never drink anything at a party again, people will target you. There is no proof that blondes or short women or white women get attacked more often, people attack people. I don't want to scare anybody. I don't believe in putting all of the blame on the victim or on the woman and not perpetrators who should be stopped, prosecuted and punished extensively. I also believe in education and that if you can't change one thing, you have to do everything you can to protect yourself. So here are some ways to defend yourself if anything ever does.
- Pepper Spray
This was my mother's gift to me when I left the house at 17, and also a bible. It was a small, black device in a leather case with a keychain, it looked like a dominatrixes lipstick case. I've never had to use it, but i did accidentally spray myself and let me tell you it was gnarly.
Also called Capsaicin Spray because the active ingredient is not actually pepper but a chemical derived from a chili plant, that causes the eyes to close in temporary blindness and cause intense burning and pain. It is used by police and riot control but also in defense against wild animals and dogs. It is a non-lethal device and does not require a license to carry (except in Massachusetts). Most states require you to be over 18 years of age, but the state of Washington allows you to carry pepper spray over 14, if you have permission from your legal guardian. Check local laws for specific legality.
|Incase you needed to match your puns to your defense to your manicure.|
If you are attacked, you flip up the top of the spray (that usually is a lock to prevent accident spraying), take aim at your attacker and press the trigger button. The spray is released and works immediately, the pain is VERY intense, like the hottest fucking hot sauce you've ever had in your life splashed into your eyes. Unless you travel a lot (you can't bring it on planes), you should buy one, they are cheap, discrete, compact and effective. But it can be hard to find it in a purse or when you are panicking, try to attach it to a place you can grab easily.
Also known as a "Stun Gun", this device uses electroshock to incapacitate a person. There are two weapons that these come in a CED (conduit energy device) which fires probes connected through thin wires and stun guns which shock through direct contact.
I have to admit I am really horrified by the overall effect of this weapon but I also really want one too. Jesus I've seen men as big as houses be reduced to crying, self defecating children. So scary. Much Taze. Wow.
What happens is that the electrical current sent to the person paralyzes the persons muscular function, through involuntary muscular functions, sending waves of pain through the receiver body.
This weapon while non-lethal, has still resulted in serious injury, and even death. In the United States tasers are not considered firearms and can be carried without a permit in 45 states (not including the states of DC, Hawaii, Massachusetts, New York, New Jersey and Rhode Island. In Connecticut, Illinois and Wisconsin they are legal with some restrictions.
Oh . Jeez. Here we go okay... I hate guns. I hate them. I hate my culture's obsession with weapons, with not only murdering someone but obliterating them off of the face of the earth. I think the only way you should be allowed to murder someone is with your bare hands while starring them straight in the eyes until you can see the life wade out of them. Anything else and you are a fucking coward. I think that death should be real and weigh on your soul and not by drone or scope from a building next door. I think that people have been taught to deal with minor, everyday human trivialities with guns and that fucking horrifies me. That being said. In my country we have this fucking constitutional right that any fuckwad with a trigger finger has the right to own a gun. A gun, a weapon that send a projectile the speed of sound tearing through another man's body. Why? Who knows. Who knows how anyone could even hold something responsible for the deaths of millions of people in their hands without the fear that their arms and eyes will melt right off their bodies. If you believe that the world is such a horrible place, while simultaneously being a place that you have an indelible and undeniable place to exist that you would kill another person for your right to live in such a shit place, then get a gun.
Marissa Alexander shot *at* her husband and was incarcerated, Florida's 'Stand your Ground' laws only work if you're white apparently.
There are many types of guns; shotguns, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, handguns... I understand that some women
brainwashedRepublicanwomen believe that guns make them safer as women. I can understand that. The fear of violence from men like boyfriends, husbands, partners and family members is the number one threat to women's lives. That is real. But the idea that guns will keep you safe is a misnomer. Guns are a solution to one incident of attack that may result in the death of you or your attacker, or someone nearby, and does nothing to change the cycle of abuse that led you to this situation.
A gun is a lethal weapon. It KILLS people. Dead. They are not coming back and if they do they are not coming back the same. You need a permit. You need to follow your local laws. With guns being as assessible as they are and the advancements being made with printable weapons, I may have to get a gun to protect myself against people with guns.
- Martial Arts
If you're a woman who's gone to college odds are that you've been offered a self defense class. These are usually promoted with the tag line about something about staying smart, not being a victim or how its necessary for any college freshman but how many of those campuses have you seen promote a class for men to teach them about how to prevent date rape? How many college campuses have classes that teach young men how to tell if a girls been drugged? Or what to do if their friend is an assaulter? How to help a person who has alcohol poisioning and needs help or is being taken advantage of? How to stop victim blaming and that the words "she was asking for it" should be eradicated from the human language.
Regardless, a martial arts class is a good idea for anybody really, unless you are one of those abusive assholes that wear their gi everywhere they go and start fights with guys at bars to try and pick up girls. Those guys need to stop. I have always been interested in Judo, the skill of unarmed defense using your opponent's body mass to defeat them.
I cannot stress enough that martials artis just that, its an art, it needs to be practiced constantly and your body needs to be trained and used to responding in those situations. Knowing martials arts isn't just a good way to defend yourself its a good way to feel safe in any environment. You can practice to feel more confident and that confidence will prevent you from being afraid to be out in a world where you fknow the threat.
- Concealed Weapon (knives and such)
So you know that scene in the movie where the hero gets caught in a knife fight in an alley and theres that one guy that comes at him with a butterfly knife and he's whipping that shit around like nobodys business and then boom the hero just punches him in the face? Yeah. You might want to thing about that if you carry around a knife. Ssing a knife as a self defense weapon is a double edged sowrd (haha!) on one hand you are carrying a dangerous tool that could be used to scare away or harm your attacker on the other hand it could be knocked out of your hand or used against you and you could be seriously injured. Knives really should only be handled by people who know what their doing but since most knifes are like totes illegal maybe you should stay away from them.
|Alley Cat Gouger its kawaii! - Pork Shop $10|
Friday, November 22, 2013
Recently I experienced a rash of bad luck. You could call it less of a rash and more like a spread of incurable, flesh eating diseases. I bombed a premier performance, I have lost my drivers license, passport, buss pass, school ID and social security card, I can't register for classes because I have a $50 fine on my account (college!), I was rejected by someone who I wasn't even dating, but the most harmful... I was let down by my closest friends.
On Tuesday (it is now Wednesday night) my friends and I were supposed to go on an apartment hunting trip, but I didn't have the strength. I was lethargic, suffering from ennui and no one said anything to me. Nothing. While waiting for the bus, they had their backs turned to me, making small talk about classes but not a word to me. Not a single, "How are you?" "Are you okay?". For context, I have known these people for years, some of them since around the time I moved to town. Some of my longest relationships with anyone in the city. I have confided, consoled, and connected with each of these individuals in a way that I thought was unique and meaningful. I thought.
I was so burdened under the mental strain of what I was going through coupled with the feeling of stigma and isolation from my own friends that I started to cry. On the bus. This led to even further alienation, no one sat next to me, no one looked at me and when the tears grew noticeable to the people around me the only person who had the kindness to talk to me was a woman sitting in front of me.
It wasn't until I texted my "friend" who was sitting two feet away from me, that he came over and spoke to me. He apologized, half-heartedly, about what an asshole he was and how much he was too afraid to come speak to me. What I couldn't understand was why. Why did it take me, telling him I was hurt, for him to come and talk to me, the friend he claimed to care for so much? Why did he feel it was appropriate for him to ignore me? What did he think I would do? Stop crying, cheer up and ask everyone if they were up for fro-yo?
These were my closest friends. People I trusted so much I wanted to move in with. People who left me crying alone on a bus, while they laughed.
What do you do? How do you move on from people who were so ingrained in your life that you have to rearrange your daily life? People who think so little of you and your feelings that you will never get an apology out of them.
In life, we are often confronted by people like this. People who take what you've given them without a single thank you or thought of what you might be going through. People who when it is their turn to return some of that, they come to you with empty hands.
These people will never apologize, more often than not, they won't even feel bad for what they've done to you. The world is like a minefield, we are blind to navigate, never seeing those people who would blow us apart and shatter us before we can even see them coming. We can do nothing, but gather the pieces and put ourselves back together. It hurts to think that these people can replace you, they can just blow you off and move onto other friends, as if the time you have together was nothing. But the truth is, they did you a favor. They exposed themselves for who they really were, not your real friends.
Another truth: you will find new friends. It may take time, it may take years but it will happen. There will be a time when you won't even think about them. Hold on to your anger, you have a right to be upset, it will prevent you from going back to a friendship with people who don't care for you. Don't worry about forgiveness just yet, when you are so happy with your new friends, that's when they can have your forgiveness, when you don't even think about them anymore.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
If you don't know who Stella Rose Saint Clair is, you must not be in the know. Stella is a socialite, hat making, blogging, party girl who is too kawaii for you. I have known her for years since she was the hottest lolita in the Seattle scene, but now she's a creative force in NYC.
Here in this video, Stella's room is explored and she gives some insight into her inspirations and creative life!
CREATIVE SPACES EP 3: Stella Rose Saint Clair from Victoria Ng on Vimeo.
Here in this video, Stella's room is explored and she gives some insight into her inspirations and creative life!
CREATIVE SPACES EP 3: Stella Rose Saint Clair from Victoria Ng on Vimeo.
Check her out
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Valentino is known the world over for his stunning and elegant dresses, most often seen on the bodies of the rich and celebrities alike. But unless you have the ability to spend several thousand clams on a size 2 dress you will never own Valentino. You may never even see Valentino in real life. You may never even be in the room as an authentic Valentino. Who the hell do you think you are anyway???
Anyway Valentino released a new line called RED, and its a more contemporary (read: young) , slightly less expensive collection than it's namesake. It's full of what I personally love, HARD FEMME, yeah you heard me. I'm making this a thing people. Hold onto your butts! A-line skirts, baby doll dresses, ankle socks with kitten heels, lace, statement necklaces, silk blouses oh yeah you know whats up. Hard Femme is going to be the new thing, combining the hardness of past seasons with spikes, leather jackets, and metallics with the soft femininity of flirty knee length dresses, bouffant hair dos and pearl earrings. Feast your eyes on the fairytale fantasy of this years Red collection.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
When the world discovered twerking I thought buildings would start spontaneously setting on fire, it would start raining literal cats and dogs and people's faces would melt like that dude in that Indiana Jones movie. But it didn't. The shitstorm of news coverage made it seem like twerking was the 1st coming of the urban apocalypse. Turning respectful young nepotist into ghetto booty shaking hood rats what has become of American values! I have to admit I was amused, not by the national frothing but by how badly Miley Cyrus twerked. Twerking is meant to shake your fat, to move your ass fat around rhythmical but for someone with .09% body fat to shake it around. All I could think was, if you're going to decry twerking then you should start by using an actual example than that sorry imitation. But I digress.
The conversation underlying the Miley Cyrus twerk tornado is, what is the morality of a woman who is lieu of being objectified, objectifies herself. Is this empowering, a form of female expression or another manifestation of the indoctrination of patriarchal female identities. What is the limit of freedom that a female pop artist is allowed to go? So now we have the latest addition to the conversation on women's depiction of themselves, but with much less fanfare. Perhaps it's more acceptable in America to see a young woman of color acting in ways that people attribute as being crude than a white young woman? I don't know. But to me, Rihanna's music video makes a much more plaintive and explicit statement.
Take a look at the video and decide for yourself.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Now regardless of your feelings about the clothing company Forever21, "Bats & Cats", the latest collection from the fast fashion brand is kinda exciting.
Now lets do the math. Comic books = good. Cheap fashionable clothes = good. Comic + cheap fashionable clothes = good. Got it? Good!
I'm going to be honest. I am so poor right now. I've been out of a job for 5 months and I'm at the point that I have to ask my family for help, I've been looking for work and I'm starting to get desperate especially now that I see this awesome shit.
I love Batman, but more than anything, I love Catwoman. I love the way that she does her own thing and if that involves being morally ambiguous than so be it. She loves jewelry and being inappropriately sexual towards Batman. She is representative of a woman who exist in a societal structure that is set against her so she, in turn, makes her own rules. When I was 9, I had to write an essay about who I wanted to be and I wrote that I wanted to be Catwoman, I was given an F and told to write it again. True story.
Back to the clothes. This collection is predominately themed after Catwoman but with the recognizable bat symbols sprinkled in there, to be polite but we know it's all about the Cat.
My favorite pieces are:
Standout Bat Baseball Cap - $10.80USD
Batty Babe Faux Leather Backpack - $32.80
Spot-On Batman Snapback - $11.80
Batman Leggings - $15.80USD
Spotlight Nail Set - $7.80 USD
Glam Girl Batman Ring - $6.80 USD
Shredded Bat Sweater - $22.80 USD
Bold Cat-eye Sunglasses - $5.80 USD
Catty Cropped Sweater - $22.80 USD
Standout Meow Baseball Cap - $10.80 USD
Street Chic Faux Leather Baseball Cap - $9.80 USD
Round Wings Sunglasses - $5.80 USD
That being said, I really just want everything in this line. No shame. I love it and resent the fact that I have no money. Hopefully this will be motivation for me to search even harder! Wish me luck!
Friday, September 27, 2013
My sweet sweet John Snow. My precious bastard baby boy. I want to just hold you and stroke your hair and kiss your brow, tell you everything is going to be okay and then take your clothes off and show you my black wall.
With a name like Kit, you know this boy was made to be the kiln of many women's loins (does that make sense?). With a very short resume, he is poised for more interesting projects in the near future, including the film Pompeii by the horrendously tacky director Paul W. S. Anderson. But it doesn't matter because look at the production pictures.
I'm sorry what was I saying?
Anywho! Look at more pictures of this beautiful man, and imagine your fingers getting tangled in that glorious hair.
Check him out in the new Pompeii trailer below!
This past Friday, I went to a fashion show in the Bloomfield area of Pittsburgh. A non-descript kinda house, kinda warehouse, kinda tool shed that has been transformed into a performance space. A place so "under the radar" that when you google 'The Shop Bloomfield' nothing comes up. I had to find the newspaper article I heard about it in, search for the girl who is the founder of The Shop, facebook her, then facebook The Shop. In short, this place is the ultimate hipster hideout. Because having a fucking website is apparently "too mainstream" for anybody. Anywho.
The show was called "Rest in Pittsburgh", a pun on how Pittsburgh has been called the place where 'fashion goes to die', and one of the worst places in the country for fashion by GQ magazine. Pittsburgh is not known for its fashion, its style or even the attractiveness of its people and that may be very validated. But fashion is a form of art, a form of art that very few seem to want to tackle in this city. Most who label themselves "fashion designers" make some sort of reproduction of clothing that can be found in any mainstream store. Very few have tackled fashion with a disregard to comfort and accessibility and just make a creative statement with it, that's why I was really appreciative of this show and its collaborators.
I went, expecting something a little different, and that's exactly what I got. A solo opening by resident drag queen Kitty Klottsalot, as a drunk, sloppy housewife, camping scouts playing a game of telephone, neon hobo fashion, a near fire mishap, teen designers turning themselves into art and people throwing candy at the audience's head HARD.
Overall I thought it was a brilliant show, it was odd, humorous but also creative and a unique perspective on fashion art. The artists involved were Clothes Minded's - Josh Fedorski with Copeland Liddell and including Dark, Waters Metal Seth LeDonne, Virginia Solitaire Lizzee Solomon, Kitty Klottsalot,Gabe Felice,guinevere,Steph Neary,Autumn Zwibel,moon baby,Vibeka McGyver, &Morgan McCoy.
Videos coming soon!
Unfortunately I couldn't get any clear shots of Kitty Klottsalot but I think the blurriness only adds to the overall feeling her piece was trying to evoke.
There was this adorable little boy dancing in the after party I just had to get some shots of him
Videos coming soon!