Some things happened over the past days. First of all, I started on my new editing job, which is great apart from the fact that I am constantly exhausted - but good exhausted, you know - more balanced, somehow. 
However, this is not about me and work. I am sure most of you have figured out by now that I am somewhat odd in many respects and don't seem to enjoy encounters with other people too much. 
Well, in fact, I do. But only with cool people and they are like needles in hay stacks to find, so that's why...
Anyhow, I went to see Beauty and the Beast in the cinema last week and I LOVED it. Of course, I am pretty biased because I ADORE Emma Watson and couldn't criticise anything she does, but I actually thought it was great. The music is amazing and I have been listening to it up and down ever since...
No one fights like Gaston,
Douses lights like Gaston, 
In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston...
I know many people might think it is queasily corny, but I think a movie like this has to be that way - after all, you don't watch it to think deeply about the world, but to enjoy life and be entertained (and what is wrong with that?). Also, I think the characters of this version have become far more complex and Beauty and the Beast has always been my favourite fairy tale, as Belle is not such a dork as the other princesses (and she's no princess). 
However - and I am not sure whether I have mentioned this already in previous posts - I detest going to the cinema. Actually, that's wrong. I love the cinema, I hate the other people in the screen. Seriously, I feel like that hardly anyone knows anymore how to behave in public spaces. Why would anyone think I would like to smell your disgusting beer scent when watching a movie? And, no thank you, I can do without your audio commentary during the movie, woman from the row behind. Seriously, I get sick from people like that and a hot, twisted knot forms in my stomach and I spend the whole movie thinking when and how I am going to say something to them, completely forgetting about the movie. 
Of course, I know that I play my part in this problem, but why do I even have to deal with this when I am behaving correctly? Why do the people who do it right always have to pay the price for people who are disrespectful? 
Regarding disrespectful people, I have another bucket-load of mean to come and although I have been trying to fend these words off as long as I could, I cannot resist uttering them anymore. I do not intend to offend anyone and I am sure there are some exceptions, but I feel like that smoking per se makes you a more disrespectful person. I HATE SMOKERS. Seriously, on the train station, there is this ridiculous patch in which smokers should stand when smoking and NO ONE CARES! I still have to inhale their stupid fumes because they cannot even read an 'Only smoke here' sign. Did they already smoke away the important brain cells or are they really as disrespectful and inconsiderate? On the other train station, smoking is forbidden altogether and EVERY TIME I come there, at least one person smokes. Why is that? Why do some people give a SHIT about rules and laws? I don't understand, but it doesn't help with the hot, twisted knot in my stomach... 
Right, moving on. Cinema nowadays gives me great displeasure; however, there is something, which I assume not only gives me, but most people great displeasure and counts among the most embarrassing situations in life. 
Being in the elevator with someone else. 
Honestly, it is mortifying how terrible driving up or down with someone in an elevator for less than a minute can be. Everyone's just looking down and suddenly has to check something super important on their phone, only to avoid direct eye contact. For me, being trapped in an elevator wouldn't be the horror scenario - being trapped with someone else would do the trick. 
Also, there is just no behavioural code for such a situation. Do you greet the person? Just a smile? Is it rude to look at your phone? Do you have to take out headphones if you have them plugged in? Do you have to say goodbye when they leave the elevator? Do you wave or simply nod? Is it OK to check how you look in the elevator mirror, even though there is somebody else? Can you talk to someone you know in the elevator when someone else is present too? If they have already pressed a button for a floor higher than yours, can you press a lower button without apologising? When you exit in the same floor, are you supposed to say goodbye upon parting? If it's in your house and the person is practically your neighbour, do you have to make conversation? 
...So many questions. Next time, I'll take the stairs. 

Happy International Women's Day! What a splendid day to write, remembering how fortunate we are; however, also not forgetting how many things still need to be achieved and corrected because, let's face it, a "civilised" society in which two people get different salary for the same work because one of them features some extra meat between the legs??? My ass, we still have a long way to go, unfortunately. 
But let's concentrate on the positives, the ads of YSL. No, seriously, have you already seen them? They're shocking and I am happy people have come forward and publicly disdained and criticized them and, hopefully, the brand will now be forced to take them off (and have wasted a lot of money for nothing). Still, I have to wonder how people can still be surprised. The model industry is the most sexist we know (apart from porn, probably) and there are men telling women what to wear and most of them are gay, too. How twisted is that? Just because some misogynist whose never probably even had sex with a women has a delusional and sick image of what he thinks women should look like we all have to starve now?  
However, I can proudly say that these things don't affect me anymore, seriously. I am talking about the message to starve myself to death, not the ad itself. I don't know how it happened (and when), but suddenly, I don't care anymore whether I look like a supermodel or not - or rather even, I don't want to look like this anymore because I know it's unreal and unhealthy (and looks kind of terrible). This actually leads me to telling you about my day. 
I had a really good day and also have to tell you I will soon start to work as an editor for a publishing house I will leave unnamed for now, so I couldn't not work as I haven't even started yet but I wore red all day and went to the gym, which makes me feel very powerful and self-confident. Now my legs are burning and I can only open my legs about 20 degrees as the muscles are so sore, but it's a good pain, if you get what I mean. 
I also cooked and did the laundry today, so very housewifey, but I didn't vacuum-clean the floor, so suck that up (I dream in very small ways, don't I...) and I felt much better afterwards, as cleaning my apartment is like cleaning my soul. 
Now, I am sitting on my cosy bed (I LOVE my bed) and am writing these lines, thinking how lucky I am and how I want to use my brain, my wit and intelligence to further the cause for women and myself and how the planet (and the men) should be damn right happy to have us! 

I am back home after having house and dog-sat the past two weeks. 
On Sunday, I watched the Oscar broadcast in our local cinema which annually hosts not only the broadcast of the Academy Awards but the ticket also includes two Oscar-nominated movies. My man and I went with my two sisters, my sister's boyfriend and another friend and my man and I first saw Lion, the story of a boy in India who gets lost one day and ends up being adopted by an Australian couple. As an adult, he struggles to find his identity and travels back to India to find his birth mother and brother. 
It was a wonderful film and I can only highly recommend it - unless you don't like to cry because I had to cry nearly all through the movie. 
The second movie we watched was Arrival and although I thought it was good, I was slightly disappointed as everyone was saying it was so incredibly, insanely awesome...well, always start with low expectations to be swept away with excitement. 
To be honest, I thought the Oscars were pretty lame this year...well, at least I thought that until the last five minutes. Jimmy Kimmel was OK, but the entertainment in between was boring as hell and generally it seemed as if everyone just wanted to get it over with. Thankfully, the Academy made a terrible mistake at the end when it came to announcing Best Picture or no one would have ever talked about this year's awards anymore. In a dreadfully embarrassing moment, the crew had to come on stage after Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty announced La La Land as Best Picture, and corrected it to Moonlight. Seriously, they were mortified, it seemed for a second as if they were contemplating to simply let it slip to not have to face the embarrassment, it was insane. 
However, in the end Moonlight won, and well deserved so. Honestly, I watched La La Land and thought it to be a cute movie but I cannot understand the hype around it and wouldn't have thought it would be among the Best Picture nominees, but hey, different tastes, different choices. 
Alright, what else...many female members of the Democratic party wore white in Congress in protest to Trump's anti-feminist, sexist politics and views and his planned restrictions for women to get birth control. Thumbs up for them! Great to see how the world is engulfed in revolution against this lunatic and I hope he will have to resign soon, but doubt it, unfortunately. Additionally, it was announced that during his first month as president he already found the time to go golfing six times after having severely criticized Obama during his presidency for his golf sessions...seriously, this Trump guy doesn't look at his old material at all, right? I mean, I guess it can happen that things you do annoy you with others which creates some sort of hypocrisy, but not with every second statement and not if you're the president of the United States - as Trump would say, complete disaster.