An Open Letter To Triple J Fans

Dear Triple J Fans,
I have a problem with you. Not all of you, of course, I’m sure some of you manage to be perfectly normal members of society, but a growing majority of you feel the need to be superior bastards, and I’m getting sick of it. You listen to a specific radio station. Good for you! My radio station of choice has always been Radio Disney. The difference between you and me, however, is that I don’t feel the need to shove Radio Disney everyone’s throats and scoff at them when they tell me they don’t listen to it. I don’t think I’m a better person for listening to it. I don’t look down on people who choose to have other musical interests. I know Radio Disney isn’t for everyone, it’s my personal choice, and just like I realise that, you too should realise that listening to Triple J is not something that has to be listened to if a person is to be considered cool. 
Once upon a time listening to Triple J was something extremely ~alternative~, but now because of the stupid rise in the number of ~hipsters~, it’s popularity has risen to an almost mainstream level. You don’t want to admit that though, you like to think you’re so special. Unfortunately for you, your ‘indie’ music is nothing special these days and you’re not as alternative and ‘hipster’ as you would like us to think you are. Five years ago, maybe admitting to liking Triple J would have set you apart from your peers. Today, however, it just gets you shoved into the sheep pen with everyone else. I really hope you wake up and realise that you’re just as mainstream as everyone else, because really, your assumed superiority is driving me crazy. Hilariously, the music I blast and you scoff at me for it being so commercial and bubblegum pop, is actually more alternative than the stuff you listen to. 
I don’t understand why you can’t just accept that there are different types of music and be done with it. Why must you feel that what you listen to is what’s best? What is so good about the songs that fill your iPod that you feel you have been given a right to move straight to the head of the music hierarchy. Why, by being a fan of one silly little radio station, do you act like you’re the gods of the musical world? We’re all entitled to our own opinions, but I know that liking the Jonas Brother’s doesn’t make me any better than my friends who like Lady Gaga, or my friends that like Keith Urban, or my friends that like Screamo. In a way, I’m starting to believe it does make me better than you, though, because at least I’m not ashamed of my ‘uncool’ interests and am able to have fun and experience the full range of the musical world.
Actually, what I’m most curious about, dear Triple J fans, is whether you’ll be so loyal to your beloved station once the hipster trend moves on. Once big glasses and vintage and triangles are no longer what makes you cool, will you move on to the next big thing, or remain true to the definition of your subculture and stick with it? Once something has replaced the Angus and Julia Stone’s and the Jezebels’, will you pretend that you never liked them and change the dial on your radio, or will you keep attending the gigs in your ~awesome~ underground venues? I think we all know the answer, whether you choose to admit it or not. 
So keep listening to your beloved station, fans, I can’t stop you. But next time you give me a condescending look when I tell you I’m going to a Miley Cyrus concert, or make a snide remark about the artists in my ‘most played’ list, I may just have a few unfriendly things to say in return. I don’t like your music, in case I haven’t made that obvious, but until now I’ve kept quiet. Just know that won’t be continuing unless you all grow up and give me the same respect in return. 
Yours,
frangipani princess xoxo

Unpretty

The episode of Glee which airs this week in Australia, Born This Way, is brilliant for many reasons. Somewhere Only We Know and the ‘Likes Boys’ shirt are two of these, but the scene that really stood out to me was this one:



You can listen to the whole song here:



The scene, and the whole storyline throughout the episode, explores Rachel’s desperation to look like Quinn, and the reality behind Quinn’s beauty.


Self-love is something a lot of teen girls – myself included – struggle with. No matter how gorgeous they may appear the world, a majority will still look in the mirror and not be happy with what they see. They continue to see flaws, even when the rest of the world sees someone who is absolutely stunning. They will cringe at their image in photos, even when everyone else gushes about how beautiful they are.


In ‘Unpretty’, Quinn sings, “Wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too”, which is illustrating that even though you may look amazing, sometimes to yourself you feel absolutely hideous. Or maybe not even hideous, but just not confident. What someone shows to the world is not how they are always feeling on the inside. Just because someone looks good, or is good at something, it doesn’t mean they feel good and are happy. I think where a lot of girls meet their downfall these days, is in believing that becoming popular, or pretty, or getting the gorgeous boyfriend, will make them happy. That if they can just appear perfect to the rest of the world, they will feel it themselves. News flash, girls, it doesn’t quite work that way.The simple fact of the matter is you can’t be happy unless you are happy and accepting of who you are for who you are. When you can look in the mirror and love yourself for who you see, no matter what you see, that’s when you’ll start to gain confidence. Once you gain confidence in yourself, you can begin to be happy. It’s a long road, believe me, I know. It’s not something you can wake up and gain. Many women go their whole lives without truly being self confident and being happy with who they are as people. But as Selena Gomez sings in ‘Who Says’, “I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me”, and if that’s not advice to live by, I don’t know what is.


Born This Way airs in Australia at 8.30pm on Channel Ten tomorrow night (Wednesday 11th May). 


frangipani princess xoxo

The Dark Side Of Fangirling

I’m a fangirl. Gosh, I practically define what being a fangirl is, yet I know where to draw the line. Well, most of the time I do, anyway. While I like to say I’m going to end up married to all of my celebrity crushes, I do know that in reality, it’s not likely to happen. When it’s revealed they do in fact, have a girlfriend, I’m happy for them. Most of the time, anyway. I very rarely refer to her as a stupid whore, I promise. What I don’t understand, is the number of deluded fangirls who give the rest of us a bad name. We’ve seen it with the beliebers who sent Selena Gomez death threats, and then more recently, and disturbingly (we always knew the beliebers were insane), Dcriss fans have gone insane after Chris Colfer revealed Darren had a girlfriend.


 As much as I love being a part of the Dcriss and Starkid fandoms, the fans take everything a bit too far sometimes. Last year there was a big drama after certain fans began posting very personal pictures of the Starkids on tumblr and various other sites on the interwebs. Team Starkid were just trying to live their dreams whilst having fun with their friends, and yet people felt the need to invade their privacy. 


Then, in the last couple of days, there has been outrageous reactions to the Darren-Has-A-Girlfriend news. People saying they wanted to kill his girlfriend were just the first step, and as I read through posts on tumblr, I felt so disappointed in this fandom. Here’s a newsflash, fangirls, when someone is as attractive and famous and epic as Darren, they’re not going to stay single forever, and even more so, they’re not going to marry some random fan from the other side of the country, or world. You don’t own Darren, and you should be happy for him. That’s what being a fan is. Supporting and being happy for your favourite celebrities no matter who they’re friends with or dating. At the end of the day, celebrities are just regular people. You wouldn’t send your best friend’s new boyfriend a death threat, so why would you send them to your favourite celebrity’s new partner? 


I guess the real point that should be made, but admittedly I find this one hard to follow, is that celebrity’s private lives are none of our business. I’ve had to debate this topic a few times and the debate always boils down to the point of “If they wanted to have a ‘private’ life, they shouldn’t have chosen to pursue that career path”. While the part of me that wants to be a blatant fangirl and know absolutely everything about my favourite celebs shouts this point in glee, another part of me kind of thinks we don’t have the right to stalk them simply because they’re trying to live their dream. Unfortunately, the ease of the internet and my serious gossip obsession makes the “They have no private life” argument win in my eyes, so I’ll continue to stalk them through the interwebs (and follow their friends and relatives on twitter. I mean, what?!) and discover everything about them. While I may know who their kindergarten best friends were and their favourite flavour of ice-cream, I will always respect whoever they choose to date (*cough* In theory, and for most of them, anyway).


frangipani princess xoxo

Sometimes I Am Proud To Be A Demi Fan

Back in November, I posted about Demi Lovato entering rehab. She’s been out for a few months now, but at the end of last week an interview aired in which she revealed the true depths of her suffering. Although it must have been extremely difficult for her, she didn’t hold back in sharing any parts of her story. She admitted she had suffered from an eating disorder, and was also self harming. 


It was especially brave of her to admit to self harm. In today’s society, we are accepting of eating disorders, while not as ‘normal’ per se, but as well, just being acknowledged. We all know someone, or numerous someones who has suffered or is suffering from one, and there are foundations and articles and motivational speakers out there to raise awareness of them. Self harm, however, still has a massive stigma attached to it. No one really admits to it in public, lest they get shunned. We all know it’s there, but when you think of people who self harm your mind automatically goes towards weird emos or people who want to die. In society’s mind, self harm is for bizarre fringe dwellers who no one respectable would associate with, or be. We like to believe it’s a problem *normal* members of society wouldn’t dare suffer from. By telling her story, Demi is showing that you can be a superstar, absolutely gorgeous, dating a freaking Jonas Brother and still feel the urge to hurt yourself. That it’s not just an ’emo’ thing. That it’s a real problem suffered by real members of society and that it can happen to anyone, regardless of clique, hair colour, skin colour, bank balance, interests, intellect…She is helping to make everyone aware of it, talk about it, encourage people to admit to doing it. You can self harm for years, and if you cover it well enough, no one will ever know. You’re not losing weight, you’re not rushing to the bathroom after you eat. Unless someone sees your scars, everyone remains oblivious. By letting us know just what she went through, Demi is telling everyone that it’s an ok conversation to have. That you shouldn’t be afraid of the consequences of asking for help. That self harm exists and your gorgeous best friend could be hiding scars and awareness needs to be raised just as much, if not more than, it needs to be raised for eating disorders. 


Demi is working with a program called Love Is Louder which aims to spread the message that ‘love is louder than the pressure to be perfect’. The campaign let’s youth know that they always have someone there who loves and will accept them, and they never, ever have to resort to drastic measures to try and feel good about themselves. Another brilliant campaign is To Write Love On Her Arms which organises days of awareness where supporters write the word ‘Love’ on their arms to try and encourage self harmers to do that instead of cutting. The Butterfly Project, which is helped spread by Tumblr, is another great initiative to help give self harmers the motivation to quit. 


It was amazing of Demi to open up. If she even helps one girl, one person, who is hurting, then it will all be worth it. Hopefully her confessions will help to spread awareness and acceptance of self harm, and one day it can be talked about as openly as eating disorders are. It’s not something to be ashamed of, and I am just so happy, so relieved, Demi sees that. Now just for the rest of the world.


frangipani princess xoxo

On Paper Giants And Growing Up A Mag Junkie In A Land Of Dwindling Readership

I was born in 1994. By the time I was old enough to read a magazine it was 2000 (and it was Barbie Magazine), and by the time I was actually old enough to read a ‘proper’ magazine it was 2005. In magland years, this puts me at a severe disadvantage. Though I have always known this, watching ‘Paper Giants’ last night really drove the point home for me. Cleo started 22 years before I was born and in those 22 and the immediate years after, which I spent learning to walk and talk, were the key years for not only Cleo, but the entire industry. As I grew, so did technology, until by the time I started high school in 2007, just two years after really beginning to read magazines, the internet was taking over. 


I remember the tail end of the magazine hype, before the circulation and readership figures really started to decline, and how everyone at school would have the latest Girlfriend and Dolly. We’d all spend lunchtimes devouring the mags from cover to cover, and then discuss them in great detail. All our books were plastered with our favourite pages and our walls were covered with posters we found within. It was a giant love affair we all took part in and adored.
Then, and I’m not sure the exact moment when this happened, but I was suddenly the only one who still bought the mags. Weirdly enough, I was also the one who was the most into the internet, always being the first to read the gossip sites and blogs to discover all the latest celebrity news. For my peers, it wasn’t that the internet had taken over, it was just that they had stopped caring.


Ten or twenty years earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. Well, some people are always going to stop reading glossies, but before the noughties mags played a much larger part in people’s lives. Information wasn’t as easily accessible, especially on celebrities, in the days before Perez and Google so women of all ages turned to glossies for all the latest goss. Magazines were a required part of the media. They were at the forefront. In the spotlight. Informative. Controversial. They were revolutionary, daring to be different and to spread awareness of even the most risque of issues. And then one day they weren’t. 


Watching Paper Giants made me so sad. What I would give to be able to be a part of something so brilliant and life changing. Magazines today are still fabulous, but even I have to admit the content never changes. It never makes an impact. It’s just…there. In the early days of Cleo Ita Buttrose and her team were making a difference. They were giving women a voice and changing lives. Magazines today just can’t do that. 


In the comments of Mia Freedman’s post today on this topic, I found myself getting annoyed at people gushing over how Frankie will never die because unlike Cleo/Cosmo/Dolly it’s quality. As I’ve said before, I immensely dislike Frankie and find it frustrating that people honestly believe a niche magazine riding on the back of the success of the hipster trend can really survive longer than magazines that have been around for decades. Frankie may be the popular option, but as trends like ’emo’ have faded, so too will hipster, and once it’s gone, Frankie’s circulation and readership are going to find themselves in such a downfall, their office will be in cardboard boxes before they realise what hit them.   


Unlike Mia who, despite making her name in the glossies, continues to announce their death, I do believe magazines have a future. I have to believe magazines have a future, because if they don’t, I have no idea what I will do with mine. While I agree that they will play a different role, let’s be honest, in this technological age, they have to, I still believe they will play a role. While teens may not pour over the latest issue of Dolly devotedly every month, and twenty somethings may not be as interested in picking up the latest Cleo or Cosmo, they will still be there for the die hards. There will still be people in waiting rooms and on planes and in baths and on couches flicking through and enjoying glossies. There will always be an audience for mags, and they will always play a role in our society, no matter how technological it gets. I just pray that they will hold a role for me to play a part in when my turn comes to enter the workforce. 


frangipani princess xoxo



You. Are. Loved.

A girl at my school committed suicide today and even though I didn’t know her personally, I’m still pretty upset by it all. Nobody should feel they have to resort to suicide. Ever. It just doesn’t solve anything.

As I said the other day:

…Everyone deserves people to be there to push them back up, because life isn’t hopeless. There is always a silver lining, a new tomorrow, a fresh start. No matter how awful the world can feel at one particular moment, time keeps moving, the world keeps spinning, and before you know it, it’s a new day. 
To quote Looking For Alaska, “We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail”

No teenager deserves to die, especially when their death could have been prevented. If we all just think, if we all just remember to Treat Others How We Would Like To Be Treated, if we bother to take a moment from our day to ask someone how they are and actually take time to listen to the answer, maybe we could all save a life. It’s up to us. We have to prove to people who are hurting, people like Hannah who feel everything is too much and the only way through is out, that there is more to life, more to live for. That they are loved and always will be loved and that love will never stop. If we all took a moment out of our day to tell everyone close to us that we love them, and not in a ‘ily’ kind of way, maybe the world would be a happier place.

 For the girl at my school, it’s too late, but it’s not too late to save other lives. Really. Life is this beautiful and amazing experience, and we were all wonderfully made to enjoy it. It’s meant to be brilliant and though yes, sometimes it’s hard, we are designed to make it through. I hate that some people feel like they can’t and that there’s just no more light. 

You are so loved.

Please.
Just remember that. 
You have people who will listen and talk to you and even if it’s the middle of the night. Laugh and smile and love and then, most importantly, remember to live. 
If today has taught me anything, it’s taught me life is amazingly short. We need to experience it and help everyone to experience it to the same degree of totally awesome, so no more schools have to be informed of a horrific loss. 


RIP. 


frangipani princess xoxo

Book Review: Th1rteen R3asons Why:

I’d been meaning to read Thirteen Reasons Why for a while, call me morbid, but there’s something about death as a main theme in a book that makes me want to read it. 

For those of you who don’t know, Thirteen Reasons Why follows the story of Clay Jensen, who arrives home from school one day to a package of cassette tapes which contain the voice of his crush, Hannah Baker. The only problem is, Hannah committed suicide two weeks before and the voice lets him know that if he’s listening to the tapes, he’s one of the thirteen reasons why she decided to die. There are seven tapes and each side contains one reason (the seventh tape is one sided) and one person who receives the tapes. After you listen to them all, you must send them to the person who’s story comes after yours. 
The book is written so that Hannah’s story is in italics and Clay’s narration and feelings are in normal font. It has a really strong impact, as Clay has the gift of hindsight on his side and his comments and view on things makes everything so much deeper.
At first, the reasons don’t seem like much. Sure, they’re not the nicest things in the world to go through, but they’re not what would make the average person want to kill themselves. As the tapes keep going, however, each story snowballs into the next one until you can see just how Hannah lost all hope.


Suicide is an awfully common occurrence amongst teens – and people – of today. I’m sure everyone reading this at least knows of someone who has attempted, or succeeded, in it. School and magazines can tell us the warning signs and what not to do and how to react if we think someone is suicidal, but what Thirteen Reasons Why helps do is make it real. I know it’s a story, but the way it’s written, the way Hannah narrates it while poor Clay who only ever wanted to love her listens on in horror, makes you realise that everything you do, everything you say to someone has an impact. You might not think that what you’re doing is affecting someone, but chances are it is. It might be negatively, or it might be positively. Maybe your smile just stopped someone from thinking harmful thoughts, just for a moment. Maybe taking time to ask someone how they are, and actually listen, gave them renewed hope. Or, on the flipside, maybe believing those rumours that everyone swears are true is slowly ruining someones life. Maybe the snide look you gave that girl just because everyone else does will push her one step closer to the edge.


The thirteen people featured in Thirteen Reasons Why would never have dreamed that their actions could cause someone to end their life, but they did. It’s a message to all of us. We need to think before we speak and act. Think before we believe rumours. Think before we spread gossip. Think before we judge. We just need to think.  
I know more than anyone how bitchy teenagers can be. I’ve been judged, and judged others, and I’m more than guilty of treating a rumour as gospel. I know how awful it is to be judged, I’ve changed groups and lost friends over it, numerous times, but thankfully there have always been people there for me to show me that life is not hopeless. Everyone deserves friends. Everyone deserves people to be there to push them back up, because life isn’t hopeless. There is always a silver lining, a new tomorrow, a fresh start. No matter how awful the world can feel at one particular moment, time keeps moving, the world keeps spinning, and before you know it, it’s a new day. 
To quote Looking For Alaska, “We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail”


No teenager deserves to die, especially when their death could have been prevented. If we all just think, if we all just remember to Treat Others How We Would Like To Be Treated, if we bother to take a moment from our day to ask someone how they are and actually take time to listen to the answer, maybe we could all save a life. It’s up to us. We have to prove to people who are hurting, people like Hannah who feel everything is too much and the only way through is out, that there is more to life, more to live for. That they are loved and always will be loved and that love will never stop. If we all took a moment out of our day to tell everyone close to us that we love them, and not in a ‘ily’ kind of way, maybe the world would be a happier place.

Right near the end of the book, as Clay finishes the tapes, there is the following quote, “… I can’t believe I just heard the last words I’ll ever hear from Hannah Baker. ‘I’m Sorry’. Once again, those were the words. And now anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her. But some of us won’t be willing to say those words back. Some of us will be too angry at Hannah for killing herself and blaming everyone else. I would have helped her if she’d only let me. I would have helped her because I want her to be alive.”.  

In a way it’s so true. Hannah blames everyone else but in the end it is she who swallows the pills, she who decides that it’s not worth it anymore. As Clay says, he wants her to be alive. He would have helped her, she just didn’t give him the chance. And yes, sometimes that’s true. Sometimes people bury their feelings and we don’t know anything is wrong and they hide behind a mask until we get the news. That point makes everything so much more important. You don’t know which one of your friends are hurting, so help all of them. Don’t just be nice to someone because they are sad, be nice to them because you, and they, are human. As human’s we all deserve love and happiness and it’s our role to spread that joy.

So I challenge you, tell all your friends, and family, that you love them, truly love them, and will always be there for them to listen, as a shoulder to cry on, to laugh with, whatever. Just that you will always be there for them no matter what, and that nothing is ever hopeless. 

frangipani princess xoxo

Magazine Review: Frankie (AKA Unpopular Opinion Time)

I do not see why everyone loves Frankie so much. 

I am not new to the Frankie party. My first issue was at the beginning of 2009 and I loved it. I loved it’s alternative take on the ‘glossy’ world (I say ‘glossy’ as it’s pages are not, as anyone who has ever picked up a copy would know, actually glossy) and it was a fresh breath into a market filled with celebrity gossip. I loyally bought almost every issue over the next two years until I came home from my trip, bought the new issue and decided enough was enough and I had to put my foot down. 

I’m sorry, Frankie. You’ve gone too far.

You’ve crossed the line from ‘cute, alternative read’ to ‘annoyingly repetitive and disgustingly try-hard hipster’. 

I thought about actually reviewing this issue for you, but I decided that would make me too angry, so instead I’d just dot point some of the main problems I have with Frankie magazine.

  • Regular ‘glossies’ sometimes feature things that aren’t mainstream. Maybe you should take a leaf from their book and occasionally feature something that is. Really. 
  • Include some fashion the majority of the population would actually wear. And while we’re at it, it’s not like you’re showing anything but run-of-the mill models anyway. Don’t rebut saying that no-one wears what’s in Vogue. That’s different. That stuff is pretty.
  • Review something normal. Contrary to whatever you may believe, some of your readership really doesn’t give a damn about soy milk. In one of the first issues I bought you reviewed different instant noodles. I thought that was cute and unique. Two years later, it’s old. Move on. 
  • Does every article you print have to be dripping in pretentiousness? Reading your magazine doesn’t leave me with the fuzzy feeling reading other magazines does. I’m left feeling like I’m a massive underachiever or just generally not good enough. Here’s a tip: Hire some writers who don’t fill everything they write with how amazing they think they are. 
  • Not everyone who reads Frankie will be a vegan-hipster-homosexual. Again, variety, people. Maybe occasionally feature a reader who doesn’t live in the middle of nowhere and grow all their own food and generally assume they’re better than those of us who live in cities and gasp, eat meat, and use electricity. 
  • Hey Frankie, there’s this new thing, it’s called writing in third person. Maybe you should try it sometime.
  • Does every picture of every person you ever feature in your pages have to be artistic and unnatural? Really? You can’t take a front on, smilingly retouched one in normal clothes? It’s honestly not that much of a difficult concept, maybe you could try it with the pinhole camera you helpfully taught me how to make in this issue.

I know right now you have a strong readership. It’s because this so called ‘hipster’ trend (which really is a paradox, but again, you don’t want me to get started on one of my hipster rants) is currently popular. Like the Emo or Scene or Beach Bum trends of days gone by, one day everyone will wake up and realise just how stupid this one was and suddenly, because you’re such an annoyingly niche magazine, you’ll die a fast and painful death. Variety, people. Variety. Look up the word and try and incorporate it into your next issue.

As for me, I’m off to calm myself with some soothing celebrity gossip and fast food.


frangipani princess xoxo

My Break Up Letter With The Internet

Dear Internet, 

It’s not you, it’s me. 
What started as a harmless fling has turned into a full on relationship and if I’m honest with myself, it’s starting to get a little abusive. I used to log on maybe once or twice a day to check my emails or do some homework. It was nice. It was healthy. We all gained. Then that logging on once or twice turned into only logging off once or twice. You became the first thing I did when I woke up and the last thing before I went to sleep, as well as taking over every waking hour. With the ownership of phones with social networking, I was even logging on in the middle of the night to stay updated. My harmless half an hour a day turned into anywhere between four (if I was working) and eight hours a day. Things began to go downhill from there. 

I honestly became addicted, am addicted. The thought of not having a connection makes me start to shake. I can’t go more than five or six hours without at least checking my email on my phone. It’s taken over my life. I check facebook while eating dinner. I can’t watch a tv show without tweeting my opinion of it. 

I’ve always had a short attention span but it’s now minuscule. I’ve become so used to having instant access to everything and ten or eleven tabs open at once that real-life and time just seem to drag and I get impatient. It’s not healthy. Nor is it beneficial to my school work which is what prompted me to make this decision. 


I’m sorry internet, I think we should see other people, at least for a while. We can still be friends, for an hour or so a day, but we’ve gone too far. I need to rediscover books and homework and uh, the real world. You’ve taken over my life and I need to put my foot down. I can’t do well in the HSC with the way I’ve been addicted to you. We need a break. I need to learn to come home from school and talk to my family instead of logging onto four different social networking sites. I need to remember what it feels like to sit down and read a book without continuously reloading my phone internet (as I disgustingly found myself doing whilst reading my English Extension novel last night). I need to stop being dependent on you. You’re like a drug. You are a drug. I can’t quit cold turkey, but I can cut back six or seven hours a day. 

It’s a start.

Please don’t hate me, internet. Let’s remember all the fun times we’ve had together. It’s for the best, really. 

See you around,

frangipani princess xoxo

What Not To Do When You Visit A Fast Food Restaurant

As you all know, I work in Fast Food. After a particularly difficult shift (brink of tears numerous times) I decided to compile a list of things not to do when you’re a customer in one of our shops:

  • When I tell you we only have Pepsi, don’t give me a look that says you’re not impressed. If you wanted Coke, go somewhere else. It’s not like they’re massively different. 
  • If we have momentarily run out of a product due to an unforeseen rush, don’t swear at me. Especially don’t say “this is f***ing fast food!”. I’m not the cook, nor am I the manager. It’s not my responsibility. Shooting the messenger will get you nowhere.
  • If you’re going through drive-thru, don’t park a mile away from the window and/or whisper. It’s going to take a lot longer for you to get your meal if I can’t hear your order.
  • If you’re ordering a lot of chicken, please don’t tell me to make sure they’re all ‘big pieces’. If I give you fifteen or twenty ‘big pieces’, the person behind you will be left with tiny wings and that’s not fair. There’s rules we have to follow, don’t complain about it. 
  • Same goes for chips. I’m not allowed to overfill your box so don’t swear or yell at me when there’s a few gaps in the box. 
  • If you have to wait less for something, don’t demand extra for free. In fact, if you’re nice about it, we’re more likely to throw something in. 
  • Don’t let your children sit on the counter. Please. People’s food has to go there and who knows where your kid has been. 
  •  The bin is next to the door. You have to walk out the door to leave. It’s really not that much of an extra effort for you to take your rubbish with you and place it in the bin as you leave. If you don’t, we have to waste time cleaning up after you when we could be using that time to serve others more quickly.
  • I have no problems with you eating food from other places in our restaurant as long as you buy something from us and put it all in the bin. It’s bad enough when I have to clean up our own packaging, let alone packaging from our competitors. 
  • When something goes wrong, please don’t tell me that “this wouldn’t happen at *insert name of various competitors*”. We all know you’re blatantly lying and you probably tell them that it wouldn’t happen if you came to us. 
  • Don’t open with “I never come here”, or try and justify why you’re eating there. The point is you’re there at that moment, I really don’t care about your back story. 
  • Don’t complain to me about the price. I have no control over it at all and you’re just wasting everyone’s time by ranting about it. Cook dinner yourself if you want to save money. 
  • Don’t constantly check your watch. I’m going as fast as I can and you’re just making me rush and feel uncomfortable and more likely to stuff up your order.
  • Basically, if you smile at me, let me take my time and thank me at the end everyone will end up having a much pleasanter experience.

Please keep all this in mind next time you hit up a fast food restaurant and the world will be a better place.

frangipani princess xoxo