Rose Coloured Glasses : October 2011

Hello world!

Any credible geneticist will tell you, all of us in some way, are a by product of characteristics and values determined from the minute we’re conceived. I’m not sure whether this is a heartening thing, but tis a fact of life.

Based on this, I decided to post this week about my own characteristics (both genetic and acquired) because, quite frankly, I’d dearly like to change some of them.

While this may appear slightly maudlin, it’s really not. I mean it’s not like I despise myself or anything, but there are parts of my personality that could really do with a bit of ‘zhuzhing’. As some of you may be aware, I have a teeeeensey weeensey shopping addiction. And, while I think I’ve curbed it for the most part, sometimes it can be a bit of a disease. Like if I don’t take regular doses of my ‘medicine’ (check my account balance), I think I could easily end up in ‘hospital’ (declare bankruptcy).

Anyway all this talk about personality (by ‘talk’ I mean a one-sided conversation in my brain) got me thinking about whether my particular brand of idiosyncrasy is a result of ‘nature’ (Deoxyribonucleac Acid[1]) or ‘nurture’.

Well I know for a fact that ‘nature’ has generously gifted me with my mother’s rather perculiar temperment. This includes, the abilty to cry at the drop of a hat while remaining strangely silent in times of crisis, a certain flair for melodrama, and an unfortunate propensity for overreactions. WHAT??? Angelina over Jennifer??? Are you frickkin kidding me??? Honestly you think you know someone...

So while the above characteristics make total sense to me, others leave me baffled. Why is it that I can remember every principal character from Dawson’s Creek, but can’t for the life of me do my 11 times tables? I mean for heaven’s sake I’m related to a man who has three post-graduate degrees in Economics (my father).

Other fun characteristics, like my penchant for violent, melancholic movies (Scarface, The Godfather) can easily be attributed to a great film teacher I had in college. Even my recent foray into vintage clothes and furniture is an extension of my love of vintage literature, a love nurtured by my wonderful Year 9 English teacher.

I guess what I’m saying is that there are clearly parts of my personality that I cannot change. Cue overreaction to this realisation. Other stuff, like the shopaholism, recent bouts of insomnia and a new found addiction to ‘Grain Waves’ (a dangerous brand of flavoured chips) I’m pretty sure I can work on.

Well that’s all from me this week folks. I hope I’ve inspired you all to try a bit of psychoanalysis at home. Because after all, we should all become just that little more self involved, dont you think?

Until next time...Rose.

A recent trip to my local Gallery inpired this...see 'nurture'.

Cinema, Couture and Culinary Update

Crazy, Stupid, Love: This is the second movie I’ve watched, starring Emma Stone in a matter of weeks, and I gotta say the girl knows how to pick em.

A few weeks ago I was lamenting over the fact that Hollywood keeps producing romantic comedies that are neither romantic nor funny.

With this movie however, this couldn’t be further from the truth. Just the stellar cast alone, including Ryan Gosling, Steve Carell, Julianne Moore and Marisa Tomei, make this movie worthwhile. But it goes further.

I found the script so charming, and at times so poignant (no, really), I started relating the narrative to passages in my own life. My first hopeless romance, meeting my soul-mate in high school, a perceived lack of vulnerability...I could go on. Anyway I really enjoyed it- 4 out of 5.