Have A Good Day At School, Honey. Try Not To Get Raped.

News broke this week of Harvey Weinstein’s alleged inappropriate sexual conduct against a lot of women, spanning out over four decades. 

At the time of this blog, no fewer than 33 women have spoken out about various incidents where Weinstein has physically sexually assaulted them or behaved inappropriately in a manner that they feel needs brought to attention.

Names among them range from A List stars such as Angelina Jolie, Rose McGowan and Gwentyh Paltrow, to women you may not have heard of, such as Lauren O’Connor (an assistant at the Weinstein Company).

As the lovely people of the world tend to do at times like these, support for the women poured out on all platforms of social media. People stood with these women, encouraged them to tell their stories and even felt compelled to share their own. 

However, if you look a bit closer, you’ll find the not so nice residents of the Twittersphere sticking their two pence in. Throughout the week, as more names emerged, the story took an ugly slant – people began accusing the alleged victims of Weinstein of (and I grit my teeth when I say this) ‘jumping on the bandwagon’. 

Although I fully support the women going through this maddening and awful time, I’m not here to talk about Weinstein and his victims today.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, of stories breaking against big names and the public turning their backs on the people that are literally crying out for help. It wasn’t that long ago that the papers were filled with the Jimmy Saville scandal and, like now, as time went on more people stepped forward. They wanted to be counted, and to be believed.

Let me tell you where my problem with this bandwagon jumping comes from.

Most women will recall at, one point in another in their lives, a time where they’ve been told not to walk home alone. To ‘be careful’ getting from A to B. To just pop a bottle of pepper spray or a rape whistle in their bag, just in case.

They’ve been asked to accompany their friend to the bathroom even though they don’t need to pee, have took the long way home to avoid passing a certain place or, most importantly I think, to ‘not wear that’. Just in case.

And what’s the thinly veined subtext of this? Women must travel in packs. 
It is not safe to go it alone, and strength comes in numbers.

So when did this become the go-to lesson for our little girls? How is it easier or more acceptable to teach your daughters to not get raped, when it’s not really thought of to teach their sons not to rape. 

Of course, I’m not suggesting all men are out to get women. That’s ludicris, and not what feminism is about at all, but it’s important to highlight to comparison of what we are teaching as life lessons to the sexes.

The first woman to come out as a victim of rape is a suspected liar. Where’s the proof? He’s never did anything like that in front of me. He just doesn’t seem like a rapist.

The second, third, fourth woman to come out is jumping on the bandwagon, looking for a bit of sympathy, or maybe some compensation.

Perhaps the people who felt it their business to pass judgement on these women should stop to consider that this is what we’ve been taught to do, ever since we could walk and talk. It’s been instilled in us that we should take precautions when conducting our every day business. God forbid we show too much leg or cleveage, wouldn’t want those poor impressionable boys to get excited and ruin their lives for us, would we?

For every rape case that results in a win for the victim, there’s more that get thrown out.
Well, what were you wearing when it happened?
But he was your boyfriend?
You’d had sex before, right?

Women have been scared to come forward for so long because they’re shown every day how inclined people are to doubt them.

Situations like Weinstein’s are obviously more public, so it really brings to light the scale of the problem. If people like Angelina Jolie can come forward and be doubted, why would Random Rosie from Peckham be believed? 

When I decide that the time is right to procreate, and if I have a little girl myself, will I instill the same beleifs into her that were given to me? That she should act in ways that protects her from the scary world we live in? I’m pretty confident I will.

Because even though I’d love to believe a better world’s ahead, where all sex is consensual and derogatory comments aren’t thrown out of car windows like McDonald’s cups, I’m not naive. 

And when I walk through a Metro underpass in the dark, you better believe I’ll be using the old ‘key between the knuckles’ trick. You know, just in case.

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10 Timeless PlayStation Games

Yesterday PlayStation celebrated its 20th birthday. That’s right, the years have sped on by and we haven’t even realised that our precious console is old enough to drink, have sex and vote.

Aside from maybe GameCube, PlayStation is the one childhood memory we all share and look back on with great fondness… probably because we’re remembering a time you could just BUY a game and play it without having to download for 87 hours or buy extensions to make it work (I’m looking at you, GTA 5). Yes, it was a simpler time.

But what PlayStation games will always live on in our hearts? Let’s take a look back at the most memorable PS1 games and how they inspired a generation, probably.

1. Tomb Raider
Is this a Minecraft hack?

Are you looking for pointy boobs and the ability to piss about for hours doing backflips and locking butlers in the fridge? You needn’t look further than the original Tomb Raider. Tomb Raider was not only a great game, but it was important too. Lara Croft was one of the first female protagonists to make their mark on the gaming world, and although they stuck her in mini-shorts that she could floss with and a tank top, her high-class British bad-assery overshadowed that and made her inspiration for girl-gamers everywhere. The latest instalment, Rise Of The Tomb Raider will be released for Xbox November this year, with it following for Ps4 in late 2016. The ONE time I’ve been grateful to own an Xbox.

2. Crash Bandicoot
We get it, you lift. Put a shirt on.

Does anyone even remember the backstory to Crash? Fox-man hybrid wants to protect the planet(?) from Cortex and his swollen skull, with help from his weirdly hot fox-sister (sorry) and her cute as hell baby tiger? I mean, is he even a fox? He could be a red dog… Anyway, Crash was endless hours of box-smashing, spinning fun that drove you CRAZY. Remember the various ‘Bosses’? You knew you’d made it when you beat one of those ugly bas*ards. Bet you even bragged about it at playtime the next day didn’t you? Show off.

3. Spyro The Dragon
So. Much. Neon.

Dragons and fire and gnorcs, oh my! Spyro was a purple lil’ sassypants with a dragonfly sidekick who found himself having to save his dragon brethren, simply because he was smaller and could therefore dodge attacks. Great message to all of those kids who were bullied for their shortness, though. This game was full of random sh*t, end of. It still entertained us for hours on end though, and that purple guy will always have a place in our hearts. There’s a joke about heartburn there but I can’t find it. Because, fire.

4. Tekken 3

Look at left-guy’s pants. He flamin’

Ah, mindless violence. Tekken 3 holds the 2nd top spot for BEST PLAYSTATION GAME EVURR according to Metacritic, and it’s not hard to see why – the game had a total cult following. Whether you were a hardcore gamer or a newbie, this was all about BUTTON SMASHING and TAKING YOUR ANGER OUT ON A CONTROLLER THAT YOUR MUM WOULD GROUND YOU FOR LATER. RAHHHHH.

5. Silent Hill

Ok, full disclosure here. I was WAY too young to be playing Silent Hill. It gave me horrific nightmares that I couldn’t even cry to my parents about for fears that they’d (quite rightly) take the game away. The thing that made Silent Hill so much more terrifying were the crap graphics, which made already horrific creatures unrecognisable, and in turn, scarier. Remember that thing that looked like a walking vagina? Another thing worth mentioning about SH is the multiple choice endings, one of the first of its kind that affected gameplay.

6. Tetris
Good ol’ stacking fun

Is there anything more compelling than the simplest yet most infuriating game known to man? As games go, Tetris is still totally thriving now. Maybe we miss the simpler times of gameplay and yearn for blocks that fit cosily next to eachother. Maybe we’ll just never be over that satisfying feeling in your belly when you clear five lines in a row. Henggggg.

7. Tony Hawk Pro Skater

He was a skater boy, she said see you later, boy.

Remember when skateboarding was cool, and NOT something little tyrants did to piss you off in shopping centres? Although, Tony Hawk is STILL undeniably cool at the age of 47 (did you see the video of him and his daughter?). Pro Skater made every young boy want to become a whizz on a skateboard, and Avril Lavigne bringing out Skater Boi around the same time made all the girls want to fall in love with one. I wish they’d have designed him with a helmet though. Doesn’t set a very good impression.

8. Crash Team Racing

Round and around and around and around we go.

Ok, so Crash has already earned his place in the list, but CTR was on a whole level all together. Different from the platform games, you could choose your fave character to race with. Again, the Crash-heads are playing fast and loose with the term ‘plot’: an evil alien claims to be the fastest racer in the galaxy, and Crash and his team of rag-tag pals have to prove him wrong. But it’s not like we’re here for the plot, is it? We’re here to smash wooden boxes and stott apples off our opponents head!

9. Grand Theft Auto
Looks like something went horribly wrong with Habbo Hotel

Despite being the first of its kind, GTA is probably the least-known title of the series. Surprisingly, the game has over 200 missions, which are played out in various vehicles with a birds-eye view, but they were all rather ‘samey’ after a while. However, we can’t hate it because without the original, we wouldn’t have its successors that we love so much.

10. Fifa

I wasn’t going to include FIFA in my Top Ten, but I can’t let my aversion to anything football related cloud my judgement. I happen to know that a good 90% of men in my life have thoroughly enjoyed the FIFA journey, and to my dismay still play it now when WE HAVE THINGS TO DO ANDREW.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to way overpay for these games and break out the Ps2.

Did I miss your favourite game off the list? Which one would you bump? Let me know in the comments below, or on Twitter at @dimmickhead!

#THEPOWEROFMAKEUP: A Trend I Can Get On Board With


Remember the #NoMakeupSelfie? The trend swept the UK last March, but I never really ‘got it’. Much like the ‘stick a bottle of coke between your boobs’ saga, which was meant to raise money for breast cancer, I just didn’t see how it was contributing to finding a cure. Not wearing any makeup had absolutely nothing to do with empathizing with people who had cancer, and the whole ‘coke bottle’ thing seemed to be mocking for the women that HAD suffered from breast cancer, and lost their own breasts because of it.

When #ThePowerOfMakeup started cropping up on my timeline, I automatically rolled my eyes and scrolled on, already convinced that it was another way for women to be vain in the name of charity. Then it kept popping up again and again, and I begrudgingly clicked on an article. It turned out to be something that really resonated with me.

The trend initially kicked off when YouTuber/beauty Vlogger NikkieTutorials posted a video with a face half-full of makeup, and the other half squeaky clean. This wasn’t to promote how ace she was at doing makeup (though she totally is!), but to draw attention to the stigma of make-up shaming.

Loads of women everywhere are made to feel like less of a feminist every day simply because of their love of makeup, and we’re taking a stand. In her video, Nikki says: “I’ve been noticing a lot lately that girls have been almost ashamed to say they love makeup, because nowadays when you say you love makeup, you either do it because you want to look good for boys, you do it because you’re insecure, or you do it because you don’t love yourself . . . I feel like in a way lately it’s almost a crime to love doing your makeup.”

So why does being a feminist have to mean that you play down your femininity?

Is feminism not the notion that women should be able to do what they want (to an extent, don’t start), whether that’s burning their bras and buying a wardrobe full of slacks to using a push-up bra and all the makeup Superdrug has to offer? Why does embracing the fact that you’re a woman and want to accentuate this make you the sole cause of feminism taking a great big step back?

If you genuinely think that woman only wear makeup to draw attention from men, then you’re extremely narrow minded. I’ve got a feeling that if you asked 100 women who they wear makeup for, 98 of them would reply “myself”. Although there’s OBV nothing wrong with loving the bare-skin look, it’s also totally okay to only feel yourself when you’re armed with your fave primer, foundation and NARS pallet.

For instance, I’m not great at the whole makeup thing (confession time: most of my makeup is from Avon!) but I very rarely leave the house without drawing my eyebrows on. Do I realise that it can make me look like a clown? Sure. Is that going to make me stop doing it? HEeEEeEeElll to the naw! Because of my #AlopeciaProbz, I don’t have a natural eyebrow, and I’m insecure about it. Sue me, bitch.

So ladies, whether you’re spending half of your income on the latest highlighter or you only need a scrub of Neutrogena to make you feel human, don’t let anyone stop you from doing your thang.

I want to fill this post with all of your beautiful faces, so tweet me with your #ThePowerOfMakeup selfies with a line about what makeup means to you, at @dimmickhead!

Reasons This Bruce Jenner Situation Is Disgusting

In an exclusive interview with Diane Sawyer yesterday, Bruce Jenner, former athlete and a star of KUTWTK, came out as transgender. According to Bruce, he’s known something wasn’t right with him since he was very young, and has lived with this secret for most of his life.

As a big fan of the Kardashian Klan (sorrynotsorry), I know the public perception of Bruce pretty well. There was always something just a little bit not right with him, and he seemed to just be going through the motions in life – looking back I suppose that he just never came across as ‘happy’ to me. I guess now we know why.

This news hasn’t exactly came out of nowhere. For a good few months now, celebrity gossip magazines have been widely reporting it; regardless of the fact neither Bruce nor his friends and family have addressed the issue. Whenever I heard about it, I’ll admit that I felt a little bit sick.

Now, before you all jump down my throat, let me explain.
In less than a three month’s time, I will be a qualified journalist. I’ve known that this is what I’ve wanted to do since I was five years old, and was excited at the opportunity to learn more about the inner-workings of my future profession. During my studies, I had a module called Media Law. From day one, it was drilled into us that knowing your media law was the be-all and end-all of being a successful journalist, and we must know it back to front if we were to go into the business. Without knowing about media law, you’d be constantly on your toes, wondering what you can and can’t say in print, just waiting for the day when the PCC would come down on your arse and you’d be the laughing stock of the news room forever more.

I took media law pretty seriously. It was bloody hard to pass as a module, but I somehow managed and promised myself that I’d always keep up with the changes in the laws, to make sure that I’d be a GOOD journalist.

That’s why I was so sickened by this Bruce Jenner situation. Months ago now, the rumours started. But this wasn’t your average social media gossip, where a poorly framed picture made Bruce look more feminine or he was seen growing his hair out more than usual, and people jumped to conclusions. No, this came from the news networks.

I first came across it when In Touch Weekly produced this horrific cover:


I was naive enough to think, for at least a few minutes, that this must be true. Why wouldn’t it be? Surely there is no possible way a magazine could print that – front page no less – without it being true? If it wasn’t true, Bruce could sue them for all they’re worth! Their readers would never trust them again! They’d have to close their doors and cease printing!
I’ve had it drilled into me for three years that you can’t just print what you want to print. There are rules, there is defamation of character, there are hefty fines and, more importantly, there are people looking up to you for entertaining, TRUE stories. Without the truth, a journalist’s job can never be done.
After getting more caught-up with the situation, I felt a horrible sense of helplessness. How are they getting away with this? This just isn’t right.

I’m from the UK, and though I know for a fact that some of the US press has been completely horrifying towards this whole situation, I’ll be talking mainly about the UK coverage for now.

Let’s talk about Heat Magazine, who I’ve come to absolutely despise over these past few months, and all because of Bruce.
The interview (the FIRST time EVER Bruce has openly addressed the rumours) took place yesterday. Search Bruce Jenner in the search-box of Heat’s website and there’s a good two pages of coverage that’s occurred since the interview. However, go back even further and you’ll find an array of stories about Bruce being transgender, headlines that read either absolute lies or extremely misleading information, like here, here and here dating back weeks before the interview. There are many other examples of UK coverage, but Heat has been the one that’s really grinded my gears through this. And even after posting all these general lies and/or bending of the truth, they’ve had the cheek to cover the interview like they’re a respectable news network, offering this breaking news to their adoring public? Well I call bullshit.

Although I’m not trying to claim by any stretch that gossip magazines are considered trustworthy, they are above all news networks. A journalist’s primary job is to get reliable information out to its readers. It’s why we’re here, it’s why we’re trained (mostly) and it’s why there are laws in place to keep us in check. It doesn’t make sense to me that magazines are printing this, and not having any consequences come their way. What they’re doing is undoubtedly against the law. Whether the rumors about Bruce being transgender ended up being true or not, these publications should be ashamed of themselves for covering it the way that they did.

More than that though, what I can only label as bullying is a massive step back for the transgender community. If printing a picture of Jenner superimposed onto a woman’s body with makeup is the media’s way of addressing these rumors, is it any wonder that many trans people are so terrified to come out?

If something people look to for news can so blatantly and publicly ridicule Bruce Jenner, it sends the message to everyone that transgender people are something to be mocked, something that’s not really a big deal and something we can all have a nice laugh about it.

In reality, this is people’s lives. Anyone with the faintest dash of empathy can relate to the pain and feelings of anguish that comes with denying what you are, and most of the press has completely hindered rather than helped this situation, and it really does make me sick. I’m not sure that I want to go into an industry that’s filled with scumbags like them.

I’m genuinely so happy for Bruce, and really do hope that coming out will bring him the freedom that he’s denied himself for most of his life. I also hope that this encourages other people living with these issues to tell their story. I promise you that we aren’t all like them.

Sarky comments for the VMAs 2013

Gaga got boo’d, Kanye sported his uber-classy tatt and for a second, I really thought Miley was naked. Once again, never a dull moment at the VMA’s.
Although I much prefer disecting the red carpet at events like the Baftas and Grammys, I’d never pass up an opportunity to pass judgement on people who can afford the best clothes in the world and still show up in… well… these.

Hug me Ellie! Actually, on second thought..


Ellie Goulding’s dress made me shield my eyes. Girl looks like she could put somebody’s eye out.
(Sidenote: she was seen snuggling with Ed Sheeran during the performances. Jammy biach)

Feather is murder


Rita Ora looked gorgeous as always, it’s just such a shame she had to murder so many peacocks to do so. Shake ya tail feather.

Miley mouses


I can’t even comment on this. I feel like most celebrities nowadays are going for the shock factor rather than even attempting to look nice. Miley, you look a dick.

Outta my grill


It’s not classy, it’s not stylish, and from afar it makes you look like you have a really bad plaque problem. Stop it, stop it now.

Ding dong, binman calling


This year, Gaga sported various bin bags. There’s nothing else I can say (eh eh, eh eh).

Cutie patootie


Ariana looked cute as a button in this floral dress, but this is the VMA’s, not a walk in the park.

Until next time!