Introducing For Books’ Sake

If you follow me or the lovely Jane Bradley on Twitter, then you would have heard about her exciting new project that launched this week. For Books’ Sake is a blog featuring book reviews, news, interviews and general book nerdiness.

I’m really very excited about it. Not just because I’m a contributer but because I think it fills a gap in the market. I read blogs that cover most of my interests – London, music, cute boys with cats – but finding an intelligent books blog that doesn’t take itself too seriously is tough. So when Jane told me she was launching a ‘Super-Fantabulous-But-As-Yet-Unnamed Books Blog’ I was all too happy to get on board.

But writing reviews is very different to the usual stuff I scribble about over on Domestic Sluttery. It forces me to form an opinion, something I suck at because I’m so nervous about someone disagreeing with me. And I’m everso slow. Maybe it’s because I haven’t yet gone to university (and therefore missed out on years of writing essays) or I’m just not a very experienced writer, but my review of We Need To Talk About Kevin took me three weeks to write*. Three weeks! If I was freelance I’d be living off crackers.

But I digress. Do keep an eye out for For Books’ Sake on Twitter and Facebook. And you know, actually read us.

*So please read. Here.

The perception of beauty

“People of mixed races are perceived as more attractive compared to others, says a new study. Michael Lewis of Cardiff University’s School of Psychology collected a random sample of 1,205 black, white and mixed-race faces. Each face was then rated for their perceived attractiveness to others. And mixed-race faces, on an average, were perceived as being more attractive.” [via sify.com]

So clearly details about the above study were making the rounds last week. From Grazia to The Sunday Times, a day didn’t go past without the study being cited in one way or another. I can see why it was popular – everyone that I’ve spoken to has an opinion on it. Personally it’s made me feel these emotions in this order:

Anger. I was mad. Seriously, British public – I’m supposed to be happy that tan people are acceptable now? Fuck you.

And then:

Unease. Saying that a particular race has a significant advantage over others is far too close to eugenics for my liking. Thinking about it made my brain shift uncomfortably in it’s seat and tug nervously at it’s collar.

And then:

A feeling that can only be summed up by the phrase “waiiiiit a minute!” Because the study isn’t saying that mixed-race people are The Best. It’s not even suggesting it. What the study is saying is that the British perceive us as more attractive. There’s a big difference between the two. Dr. Michael Lewis is merely reporting what these individuals thought of a set of photos.

And then:

Happy. Because it’s bloody fantastic that people are realising you can be both dark-skinned and beautiful. It certainly makes a change from being regarded as “exotic” (*cringe*) or just ignored outright. This is a good thing, and I can’t understand anyone who thinks otherwise. Because if more brown people are appearing on the telly, in magazines, books etc, that means more role models for young brown people. And I won’t see my mixed-race six-year old sister sad again because she doesn’t have “golden hair” (true story).

And finally:

Sad. What if you’re on the ‘wrong side’ of beige? It’s taken decades for the British public to find someone like me attractive, and I’m a caramelish shade. Seems like it’ll be another few decades before anyone darker will be seen as “mainstream beautiful”. And that’s really depressing.

Mildly offensive flickr photo from journeyscoffee’s photostream

Does Chanel belong in the nursery?

I stumbled across this photo on the Basically Anything That Is Awesome blog this morning:

Hmmm.

A part of me can’t deny that this is one adorable kid. But unlike the blogger who first posted this image (“omg i can’t handle how cute this is…”) this photo bothers me. I feel the same thing when I see clothed kittens – uncomfortable and a little angry.

And before anyone starts, I’m not comparing this child to a kitten. But let’s face it – I’m sure, like the kittens, she didn’t choose that outfit. And, like the kittens, this child isn’t an accessory to be dressed up and paraded at her owner’s parent’s whim. Toddlers don’t need to be worrying about high heels (Katie, I’m looking at you) or handbags or making sure their scarf matches their cardi. How can a child play on the swings with a handbag over her shoulder?

I’m not saying that kids should be clothed in potato sacks until their sixth birthday, and I have nothing against buying designer threads for little ones*. It’s only natural to want to give your children the best you can afford. But there’s something very wrong with forcing children to grow up by treating them as mini adults. Some of my best memories are of making mud pies with my little sisters in the back garden. We wore dungarees, got all grubby and had lots of fun.

Somehow I don’t think this little girl was on her way to the playground.

*But I never would. Do you have any idea  how quick babies grow out of stuff?

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