Something to do with Kindness

A few days ago I watched a video by Carrie Hope Fletcher in which she describes her experiences at stage door. Given the recent events I felt that it would be wrong not to talk about this.

Carrie is an actress and is currently performing in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. In the video she talks about all the abuse that she has been given when leaving the theatre through stage door – from people physically harming her to enthusiastic fans taking away her things –, and the abuse she has been sent via social media upon not appearing at stage door at all.

The situation we currently live in appears to be one where abuse is not such a horrendous word any more, because it has become an everyday phenomenon. It has not even been two weeks since a man walked into a gay night club in Orlando and shot fifty people dead. It’s been eight months since a hundred and thirty people were killed in Paris. Three months ago more than thirty people died in a terror attack in Brussels. Two weeks ago Christina Grimmie was shot by a madman with a gun. And this is just concentrating on incidents happening in the western hemisphere.

I realise that none of these things are linked in any direct way to what Carrie Fletcher is going through. But somehow I also don’t think that there is no connection at all. I doubt that any oft he people waiting for her outside the theatre were or are members of Islamic terrorist organisations. But what I do believe is that the people who join IS or Boko Haram or who go off hurting and killing others on their own accord, those people once waited outside theatres and concert halls to meet their idols too. Those are the same people who would try and kiss someone against their will, who shout angrily when things don’t go their way – those people once could not bear to be rejected.

I’m saying this because I know that members of terrorist groups are not all African or Turks, they are Swiss, German, French and Dutch. They are people who grew up in the same surroundings we did, but who did not feel accepted, who were hurt and did not belong anywhere. And if that’s how you feel all the time, then why not punish your idol for not turning up (when she did all the other nights for all those other people). If that’s how you feel, then why not pull her hair, just to feel it – what harm will it do to you? If you’re a homosexual moslem and were never allowed to feel what you really feel, why not take that anger out on those who live the life you could have had. Your life is hardly a life, so why not destroy theirs?

There is never a reason not to be civil.

Please let that sink in. Even the stinkiest little twit deserves to be treated as a person. Bullies are usually bullied by somebody else, and the only way to break the circle is by being civil. People who shut out others shut themselves in. People who make others feel weak don’t feel strong enough. We will make the world infinitely better if we open our hearts and allow for life to come in. If we just believe to be good enough. There is never a reason not to be civil.

I went to see Les Misérables in London last August. We had some time after the show, so we went outside to stand in line at stage door. Carrie didn’t come out, and that was fine. All I wanted to do was thank her for being an inspiration. I just wanted to tell her that sometimes it is her that makes me want to finish what I started. I didn’t really care about autographs or photographs, and when she didn’t come, Inga and I went out for a drink.

What I want to say is this: Sometimes things don’t go according to plan and sometimes we are disappointed and angry – but so long as we allow that energy to flow through us we are standing only one step away from where a young man with a gun is standing. So smile. Have a drink. Watch Tangled. Hug your mum. Believe that you are good enough.

There is never a reason not to be civil.

Lots of love from the roots of my heart!
xxx

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Shit I Bought in London

Last week I was fortunate enough to visit London again. I went with my gorgeous friend Anna who you can find on her blog: www.tinytrinket.wordpress.com. It‘s a lovely little internet niche and you should totes have a look!

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Because we have both visited England‘s capital a bunch of times we did hardly any sightseeing. Instead we drank lots of tea, ate cupcakes, went for strolls and got stuck in the shops. I‘m not much of a shopper when it comes to clothes, shoes and handbags. So when Anna tried on coats and blouses I checked out Primark‘s sock section; we went inside Topshop three times, but to even things out I dragged Anna to the Disney Store. So, as you can guess, most of the stuff I bought is utterly useless and unnecessary – but I just felt the physical need to stuff my suitcase with all the overpriced rubbish I could possibly find. Not. Regretting. Anything.

Princess Leia Mug

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I can‘t even begin to tell you just how excited I am about this mug! I mean, just look at the buns! Aren‘t they fabulous?!

Giant Crumpets

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I also bought regular ones, of course, but I could not resist the temptation of one massive chunk of happiness!

The Iron Trial (by Cassandra Clare & Holly Black)

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It was raining and we found shelter inside a Waterstones store, and oops-a-daisy I ended up buying a shitty YA Harry Potter rip-off with a romance twist, and I‘m really looking forward to reading it!

Harry Potter Jandals

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Looking back, I seriously can‘t remember why I bought these. I suppose I saw them and just held on to them without even checking the size.

Postcards

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Did I mention my love for crumpets? And check out this hamster, he‘s a real hero!

William & Kate Mug

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Strictly speaking this is some Shit-I-bought-in-Brighton-last-summer item, but it‘s terrible enough to get a mention here. I pretty much just scanned all the souvenir shops for the most dreadful mug and then bought it for myself. I greatly enjoy drinking out of it, though. It gives me a sensation of roalty.

Socks

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I have this very weird obsession with socks. I buy socks whenever I‘m bored because I have to wait for a train or someone is late meeting me. At least they keep my feet warm, so they are not completely useless.

Rapunzel Plush Doll

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Another weird thing I do is collect plushy Disney Princess dolls. Basically, everytime someone I know goes somewhere they have a Disney Store they have to bring me back one of these dolls.

Aluminium Foil

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There are cats on this foil. Sandwiches will never taste the same again!

Hummingbird Bakery Cupcake

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I am a massive fan of the Hummingbird Bakery. I own two of their books, they make beautiful cupcakes and cakes and all other sorts of edible things. So naturally, when we passed one of their stores I had to go inside and treat myself. I bought their Blackbottom Cupcake which, technically, was absolutely delicious. But because we‘d just had a big lunch fifteen minutes before I was still stuffed. So for a day and a half I carried around a half eaten cupcake in the hope to eventually finishing it. Which I did, but by that time it was squashed.

I‘m going to end this list here, mainly because I do not want to appear like some weirdo who can‘t control herself. But also because I‘m stuck with the flu and looking at a screen for too long makes me all dizzy. I hope everyone‘s been having a lovely weekend!

Lots of love from the roots of my heart!
xxx

Ps. I ALMOST FORGOT! Remember how I went to Hannover a little while ago? Well, Inga made a small video (because she is that awesome) and that‘s my sole reason for creating a Youtube channel, so if you have three minutes to spare have a look at it!

Sexy Books: Zoella’s “Girl Online” (Thoughts on Ghost Writing)

Hello everybodyyyy! Yes, it‘s me again! I have a cold and I have a twisted ankle, so I‘m not really up for leaving this bed anytime soon. So I decided to tell you about the book I just finished reading, namely Zoella‘s Girl Online.
It was a birthday present from my parents, and just going by the blurb on the back of the book I know exactly what made them choose this:

Under the alias Girl Online, Penny blogs her hidden feelings about friendship, boys, her crazy family and the panic attacks that have begun to take over her life. When things go from bad to worse, her family whisks her away to New York, where she meets Noah: a gorgeous, guitar-strumming American. Suddenly Penny is falling in love – and capturing every moment of it on her blog.
But Noah has a secret too. One that threatens to ruin Penny‘s cover – and her closest friendship – forever.

Blogging and anxiety seem to be two things that describe me pretty well. Add a love story to that, et voilá – perfect birthday gift! It‘s a sweet story, very full of clichés, but heart warming, and I cried at the end. So, if you need anything to read over the holidays, this is something to spend cold and grey afternoons with!

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But there‘s a catch. Apparently Girl Online was written by a ghost writer, partly at the very least. A Penguin spokesperson is quoted in The Guardian, saying,

“To be factually accurate, you would need to say Zoe Sugg did not write the book Girl Online on her own”.

From what I‘ve seen, Zoella appears to be a very lovely and talented lady and I think she has definitely earned her success so far. But I feel very strongly about her publishing a book and not having written it herself. Writing, to me, is one thing that you can‘t fake. If you‘re not good at it, if you don‘t have the time, if you don‘t have a pen – you don‘t do it. There are actors and singers who haven‘t got a clue what they‘re doing, but they have a sixpack or look like Zac Efron, and they get away with it. But you can‘t pretend you‘re a good writer if you‘re not!

Writing is exposing your heart and your soul, telling the world your deepest secrets. It‘s like walking down a street naked. And if a person publishes a book without doing that – then why do I have to do it? And let‘s say, for argument‘s sake, that I didn‘t put everything that I am into what I write – I could still be successful! But I‘d be yet another person handing out empty words, and what becomes of literature then? What happens to us if we just keep on telling stories that we claim as our own but that literally don‘t mean a thing?

And then I‘m just hugely bothered by the unfairness of it all. Of course if Zoella publishes a book, it will become a bestseller! She‘s a popular youtuber, her name will sell well. But that‘s not an excuse for anyone to get praise for something that isn‘t theirs. If her statement, „My dream has been to write a book, and I can‘t believe it‘s come true“, is true, then I don‘t understand why she would have wanted all that help in the first place. My dream is to be a writer one day, and I will work my butt off to get there. My dream isn‘t to hold a book in my hands that has my name all over it, my dream is to write that book and earn my name on the cover.

Nevertheless, Zoe Sugg does of course not deserve all the hate that has been spread over the internet in the past couple of days. Give that to cat molesters and homophobics! (of which I hope Zoella is neither!)

I hope all of you have started well into the new year!
Lots of love!
xxx