October 27, 2009

We’re all domestic extremists now…

In case you missed it, the internet has been awash the past few days with discussions about how the police have kindly deicided to label anyone attending protests or political meetings domestic extremists and are busy putting together all the pictures they’ve managed to snap of them into a lovely giant collage. Costing £9 million.

Overspending on useless projects at a time when huge cuts are being made in public services and the general threat to democracy and free speech aside, I’m interested to know exactly who this term applies to. Are the Michael Jackson fans protesting about his portrayal in a new film ‘Domestic Extremists’ too? Or the football fans unhappy about Americans buying their clubs? What about those brave old souls united in the noble fight against that cause of suffering and injustice, the, errrr, wheelie bin? Domestic extremists, the lot of them.

On a lighter note, here’s a nice picture of a bunch of Domestic Extremists gathered under the London Eye at the weekend as part of the 350 campaign aganist climate change. The Guardian has a great gallery of Domestic Extremists the world over partaking in other 350 events.

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October 27, 2009

Recycling your clothes

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Lucy Siegle has a great video over at The Guardian’s eco section showing how to recycle your clothes more effectively. Yup, she’s even got uses for those laddered tights and worn-out bras. Does anyone else have any tips for clearing out your closet? Perhaps take them to a swapping party? Or snip too-small tops into scarves?

October 24, 2009

Could you wear the same dress for a month?

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Forgive me for being a little late with this one, but I’ve just stumbled across this article in the Daily Mail, in which Maureen Rice, the editor of Psychologies, challenges herself to wear the same dress every day for a month (with a bit of help from a four-hour dry cleaning salon). Now I usually try and stay away from the stuff the Hate Mail’s ‘Femail’ section churns out – it always seems to be full of stories like ‘I thought I could have a career and a family at once but I realised I was WRONG, EVIL and am DAMAGING MY CHILDREN’, or ‘I was raped, but it was probably my fault because I enjoy drinking alcohol.’ But this thoughtful, intelligent piece really surprised me – I definitely recommend taking five minutes to read this article – she makes some really smart points about our relationship with clothes, how what we wear effects how we see ourselves, and just how much we’ve been brainwashed by the fast fashion cult.

Some of the comments are interesting too. One woman has a story of how her Grandmother, in the 1930s, would wear the same top or dress but with different detachable collars to make them look different. This approach to clothes is something we could really do with adopting a little more in the west.

October 24, 2009

The Climate Rush Roadshow: Hitchhiking, not washing and eating roadkill

Ok, so that’s a bit of an exageration. True, I did hitchhike once on the trip, but the person who spotted us by the roadside happened to be someone we’d met earlier that day – does that count? And roadkill pheasant was indeed present on the fire, but I only managed one bite before the thought of it lying in the gutter covered in petrol and flies got too much for me.

So no one’s going to be turning my story into  Touching The Void 2: Survival in the cruel cruel cotswolds any time soon. But I like to feel my time on Climate Rush’s On The Run roadshow was still a headfirst dive into off-grid living, surviving amongst the elements with an often-empty stomach, a distinct lack of clean clothing and – worst of all – no laptop or fully-charged phone. We travelled through the cotswolds and into Bristol with three horses and two carts, walking or cycling along the road. At night we would squat some land, hunt for water and cook over a fire before snuggling up together (all 16 of us) in our make-shift canvas tent.

And it was gorgeous. Living in the city we rarely experience a connection with nature: the tap provides our water, the radiator our heat and sainsbury’s our food. The closest encounter I’ve had with nature whilst living in London is probably the time me and a friend drunkenly laid down in the road trying to entice a fox to come sit with us, plying him with cheese and onion crisps and dregs of warm beer. The city is a strange little manmade bubble, this mechanical system which we work in, buy our food in, sleep and play in totally cut off from nature and the elements. Except it’s all just an illusion, of course – all the raw materials which create our little bubble world originally come from nature. We are still completely reliant upon it, no matter how much we may try and create our own little world seperate from it.

I often think about how odd it is, this system us humans have created and live in. I mean, I’m glad I don’t have to run around after my lunch with a spear in my hand, and that I can get antibitotics and healthcare instead of dying from an infected tooth at age 35, but the artificialness of our existence still gives me a vaguely unsettling feeling when I take the time to think about it.

So back to walking through fields, foraging berries and camping under the stars:  it was so refreshing to re-connect with the world around us, the natural world which we are so dislocated from.  And there was a real sense of adventure and excitement, just heading off into the wild on foot. We’ve gotten used to thinking we have to travel to the peruvian andes or the indonesian jungle to experience those feelings. I never thought I’d feel in the midst of an adventure whilst crossing the A403 bypass just north-west of Bristol.

I was just glad that if any of us got trampled by the horses, fell down a hedgerow ditch or got a spot of food poisoning from some less-than-fresh roadkill we could just nip into the nearest country pub and phone an ambulance to come save us.

October 15, 2009

Blog action day 2009: Building a mass movement to combat climate change

For those that don’t know, Blog Action Day is an event which takes place every year on 15 October, where bloggers to unite and push for social change by posting on the same subject. Last year’s was poverty, and this year’s is one which has been playing upon my mind heavily in 2009: Climate Change.

This was the year in which I had my ‘Wake up Freak out‘ moment. I’ve always had a good grasp of what climate change is (unlike many people, sadly), thanks to those scribbled whiteboard diagrams in GCSE Geography showing the earth and the sun. I never doubted the fact that humans are contributing to it. I just didn’t fully understand how drastically our lifestyles need to change, and how soon. I thought that if I bought low energy bulbs, recycled my milk cartons and encouraged everyone I knew to do the same, then that would be enough.

But a combination of The Age of Stupid and George Monbiot’s Heat terrified me into realising that the emission cuts which the science demands can’t be made by personal consumer choices alone. Sure, it’s important to recognise the choices you make in your lifestyle and accept some personal responsibility, but by believing the solution lies with the individual we fail to analyse or critique the system we live in which makes consumers out of us all. What we need is top-down intervention to halt our addiction to fossil fuels, stop cutting down the rainforest and build a fully sustainable society. And the government are only going to do this if we scream and shout and kick and make enough noise to let them know that it’s what we want. They’ve so royally fucked up the public’s trust in them this year thanks to expenses, failed bank bailouts and other such cheery things, they’re too scared stiff to take action themselves. We need to tell them to do it.

So how do we go about building a mass movement in the style of the Suffragettes or the American civil rights movement when it comes to climate change? It’s tricky. Both these successful movements had clear goals in mind: there was a visible injustice which needed to be addressed and laws which needed to be changed. Climate Change is far more difficult to mobilise people behind because it’s not something we in the west can see and feel happening (yet). It’s something which seems like it willonly  happen in the future, in some place far away, not right in front of us right now. The fact that today’s emissions take effect in 30 years time, meaning we must act now in order to save the future, has proved troublesome to communicate.

Which leads me onto another hurdle which lies in the way of creating a mass movement to combat climate change: poor communication of the science involved. Monbiot has demonstrated how those with vested interests (i.e. Oil Giants) have exploited the lack of public understanding surrounding science to spread the myth through the media that there is debate over the existence of ‘Man Made Global Warming’, as they tend to call it. Many people don’t understand that you can only trust scientific studies if they have been published in a peer-reviewed journal, allowing half-truths, fabrications and outright lies to be spread. Many in the media now realise they have been duped by these oil-funded ‘experts’ and have banned them from partaking in the conversation, but their influence has reached deep: 56% of the public thinks there is disagreement amongst scientists over the causes of climate change, compared with less than 3% of scientists themselves.

But, even if we do manage to communicate all the issues effectively, how can we persuade the average person to spend their hard-earned weekends scaling fences, chaining themselves to things and generally risking arrest and a criminal record? Firstly by showing that it works, which I believe groups like Plane Stupid are already doing – compare how prominant climate change is in the national conversation now to how it was three years ago, partly thanks to their exploits. Secondly – by being inclusive and accomadating. I hate to say this, but a lot of activists seem to exist in quite a cliquey bubble – what good is that in attracting new blood in to a movement which needs to grow and expand if it is to acheive its goals?

Of course there are always going to be those people who starkly refuse to listen to the science, who don’t want to hear anything which suggests they should change the way they live, who think anyone who chains themselves to parliament is a lunatic. I’m not interested in engaging with them – I think it’s a waste of time. The people I want to reach out to are the ones who are already worried about our planet – who take the time to recycle, re-think getting on that plane, and try buy organic veg – but haven’t yet taken their first steps into direct action. I want to tip them from just being eco-concious consumers to becoming full-on activists. And the louder noise we make, the sooner they will realise that mass action is both necessary and effective.

So if you’re reading this and fancy adding a spot of civil disobedience to your organic veg, here’s three things you can do:

1. Go on The Great Climate Swoop this Saturday. Cancel the rest of your weekend plans and help shut down a coal-fired power station!

2. Join Climate Rush on 5 December when they rush the houses of parliment

3. Book a week off work and head to Copenhagen this December for all sorts of climate-related protest and action!

Happy mis-behaving!

September 17, 2009

My Challenge: An, ermmm, ‘intimate’ problem encountered…

I need new underwear.

I’m not sure how, but I always manage to lose my knickers. My underwear drawer is seemingly ever-shrinking. I don’t know where those things disappear to -  are they down the side of the bed, at the back of the washing machine, blown off the garden washing line or scrumpled up on some boy’s floor? Or maybe I have a knicker burglar visiting me – who knows. But I basically have a drawer full of rather folorn-looking bras, garements which were once part of a perfectly-matched set and are now left all on their lonesome. Poor little bras.

But buying second hand knickers is kind of, well, gross. I know they may have been washed, and that you can’t catch AIDs or get pregnant by wearing someone else’s knickers – no matter what Gemma told you that time in the changing rooms after P.E. – but it’s still not a pleasant thought. Especially when they once belonged to a total stranger – who knows what kind of unwashed, scabies-infected, puz-oozing vagina could have once been rubbing aganist them?

So what do I do? Make an exception and change my rules? Or just go commando? But would all the power used during the extra washing loads my lack of underwear would entail cancel out any eco benfits of not purchasing new smalls?! Arghhhh! I can’t handle it!

September 17, 2009

My Challenge: The Good, The Bad and The Sparkly…

I’m now one month into my living-without-new-things challenge and it’s been surprisingly easy so far. This may just be because I own so much crap in the first place, but anyway, I thought I’d give you a lowdown on the highs and lows so far…..

THE GOOD:

My black jacket was found scrumpled up in the bottom of my ex-boyfriend’s wardrobe. Many hours in charity shops hence saved.

I am currently living in the London neighbourhood with the highest saturation of charity shops, ever. Extra time spent hunting through the rails is more than compensated by time saved not having to tube it to Oxford Street.

I have browsed through Topshop a few times and appear to be developing a willpower of the gods when it comes to pretty things. If only I could apply it to chocolate too…

THE BAD (and the sparkly):

That willpower of the gods is facing a huge test. I really want a pair of these.

August 25, 2009

My challenge: First problem encountered

Ok, so I’ve encountered a big problem with my challenge already. I have lost my black jacket.

This isn’t like losing a pair of socks, or even a cardigan – you always have loads more of them hiding away in your wardrobe.

My black jacket is pretty much an essential fixture. As a fan of colour and big bold prints, I have swathes of clothes which I cannot wear with anything else unless I fancy looking like a radioactive clown. This missing item renders huge chunks of my wardrobe unwearable. Oh shit.

So what do I do? Now I have set upon my challenge I can’t fall at the first little hurdle. A denim jacket goes with most colourful things, but it’s not much good if I need to look smart. Or I could spend many hours trawling the charity shops of Kilburn High Road, praying something resembling my precious jacket is hanging on one of their rails.

Looks like Oxfam beckons…

August 19, 2009

London craft event this weekend: Tea and Make Fete

If you don’t mind trekking to the sans-tube no-mans-land that is SE23 – or, of course, if you happen to live nearby already – then I have just the ticket for you this weekend. Tea and Make {a great British fete}, from 11am-5pm at St Saviour’s, Brockley Rise, is a celebration of everything making-and-doing with stalls of beautiful hand-crafted goods for sale, workshops throughout the day and even a coconut shy, all set within the grounds of a beuatiful English church.

The brainchild of stylist Sally Foster and artist Esther Yarnold, the Tea & Make events first sprung up earlier this year as a clebration of locally made crafts and all things make-and-do. If I wasn’t staying in NW6 I’d be there like a bolt!

August 18, 2009

Fab YouTube vintage hair tutorials

New YouTube subscription alert. Iris’s How To Do Girly Stuff channel has made her into something of an internet celebrity, with her avid fans even posting videos in her honour. And little wonder – she has some of the best vintage  hair tutorials I’ve ever seen, making exquisitely-sculpted waves and curls appear as easy as boiling an egg.

Here are a few of my faves:

Her classic pin-up curls

Some serious quiffage!

Slightly trickier – but totally gorgeous – Dita-style waves