Thoughts on vermin.

Bureaucrats make living in this world a painstaking misery. I wish I could retire to a cabin near Kajaani and only resurface for Hesburger every now and then, but apart from those visits avoid 'the others' at all costs.

'Kafka-esque' is the word I am looking for.
This I plastered on Facebook in a wee moment of weakness.
The following comments on this post made by me, were not plastered on Facebook but i feel a need to plaster them.... somewhere. So here we go.

@Hesburger ! Hi, if you're listening: I love your fries! They're the best in the whole wide world. They bring me back to the land of the living, and I don't care what anybody else says when I say: You're the best. Will you hire me? Can I be your publicist and spread the word about your fries and everything else? Now that's a load I am willing to carry. I am working for pictures now, and they don't taste as good as fries.

I just spent the very rest of my savings calling to a country that should have been extinct and below the sea, but unfortunately is still there, with their 16something billion whining people. No progress was made, what so bleeping ever, and I don't care if I am writing in a passive. Is now the time to ask the Germans a favor?

Stop flooding my inbox with notifications that you 'received my request, and will respond within three working days'. Just get the fucking job done before Friday please and thank you, otherwise I'll feel an urge of necessity to get over there and hunt your ass down with a blowtorch.

The reason for these tirades are, that I spent all my day and cash trying to get something done. The result was, that it did not get done. It is, in fact, now an even bigger mash of paper and more paper, and people avoiding clear communication at all cost. When they need to form a bridge to a neighboring department, they dig a trench instead and sort of crawl until they hit their head, and then it's time for coffee. 

Ohne Dress.

Oscar night is up on us. I'm a couple of timezones away, so that's why I'm writing this laying on the couch at 1 am -wide awake. For some reason my mind isn't any of them sleeping vibes.

But, movies! I've certainly seen a whole bunch of them.  I'm not a 62 year old white male, and I believe that is what it takes these days to be considered a connoisseur. But that's another rant, for another day. I'm here as a self proclaimed gownomaniac having a say in the #askhermore debate.

Don't get me wrong -I love dresses! I love wearing them and seeing them being worn right. I love them seeing hitting the runways (even with me in it); that's where they're at their best. Now, your regular Jane may not be too familiar with every designer out there. An award show watched by millions is a nice investment for a designer to get his/her name out in the wide yonder. Jane may not be able to afford a couture gown by designer X or Y, but a perfume or a pair of sunglasses for sure.

That's a nice pocket of extra cash. And if a reporter skips over questions as 'who are you wearing?', then the whole dress-up marketing strategy didn't work, and that's when people get angry. Whereas, of course, as a leading lady at the Oscars, with you name slathered on posters (old school Hollywood style, or at least that's how it should be), there may be better questions for you out there. And it can be very frustrating to pot up all relevancy about character build up and career challenges, because the reporter-monkey will only ask you to twirl....

It is indeed ridiculous. A woman all wrapped in spanx should not be allowed to answer questions regarding her trade. This could be a sign of to much oxygen coming through to her head, and that's when crazy talk starts to come out ( Woman! Know. Your. Limits!).

Isn't that what the Academy Awards are all about, though? A celebration of talent and achievements in the film industry? Regardless of who it's by, the dress should come secondary, as we're there to celebrate an actress's success. The gown is not the point of their evening; their careers are!

Why not create a specially dedicated feature in Vogue, Harper's, style.com etc. (These are already major celebrity platforms) solely focusing on the leading ladies in their gowns. Have it come out on the Monday so each gown is still fresh. Celebrate them so we can admire the gowns, tear them out and pin them on our walls, drooling. I believe, that there are right times and places for fashion worshippers and celebrities to get together and play the ancient game of chique.

P.s.: obviously, obviously, I could not leave you hanging without Kevin Spacey and his Spanx. So, tadaaaa! Happy 2015 old white men's award show night! 😘😘😘