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Thoughts for 2010

I've never been a big believer in New Year's Resolutions. I've never really liked the idea of, what feels like, setting your year in stone before it's even begun. I've always thought my situation would be ever-evolving, with new stimulus always hurtling towards me, negating the purpose of resolving to tick off a list, one by one.

This time around though, it feels a little different. I'm 23, single and earning enough money to pay my bills - but not enough to holiday, shopping spree or have more than one little outing a week. And by June 20 this year, I don't want to have kept the same situation - the only difference being one more birthday notched on my belt. 

I had/have a friend who doesn't believe people my age should strive for love or money. He threw all of that away to go in search of the true identity of his inner self. While it would be wonderful to think that one could be completely happy by 23 without the security of an income, or the arms of another in which to fall asleep, I simply don't think it is possible. And it's not just having the highs - the lows make you know how much you need to treasure the highs. By throwing away the external and looking only within yourself, can you really know all there is to know? I don't think so.

While I hope 2010 brings me more highs than the lows, challenges, learning experiences (apparently I should blame Saturn) of 2009, what I want most for next year is to feel respected - in everything from intimate relationships to work to my home life. It is my "resolution" for 2010 that I will find the balance between hard-lined bitch and soft-shelled doormat. I won't cave to the demands of those who say they love but simply want their feet rubbed. Wants and needs must be met with action. While you might not find yourself simply by searching within, I will prove that you can certainly change the course of your future by using the strength of your inner self - whoever she is.

Weekend Dreaming

Love Polyvore.

Weekend Dreaming by en206 featuring Betsey Johnson bags

James Chartrand the she-man.

The blogging world was somewhat rocked this week by the self-outing of one of its top contributors. James Chartrand - a copywriter and regular Copyblogger contributor - is actually a woman. She decided to take a man's name as her pen name after failing to succeed in the industry under her own name.

This really surprised me. No, not surprised. More like disappointed. Of course sexual discrimination still exists in the workplace - I've been on the receiving end of it plenty of times - but I found it particularly painful to read that this woman is still doing the same work as she was pre-James, except that it's now on a much higher level, simply because people thought she was a man.

It's disgraceful that these attitudes still exist in the world. Really disgraceful.

Yawn. Li-lo gets her sex/smoke on.

Lindsay Lohan has posed for an "arty" photo shoot.

Seriously, this is not arty. This is not scandalous. This is not something we haven’t seen before. Hell, haven’t we all seen the upskirters of this girl? No point getting in a flap over a nude boob and a cigarette. She’s gotta pay the bills somehow!

Speechless. Utterly.

Whilst browsing Go Fug Yourself on a quiet Saturday night in, I stumbled across this corker of a shamozzle, incorporating those scary Alexander McQueen shoes.

As described by Heather on her blog, "This is totally Lady Gaga plus Annie Lennox plus Elvira with a touch of Nefertiti and a splash of Anna Wintour -- just a splash -- multiplied by a head injury and then divided by a vat of absinthe."

I have to agree.