Slag Meeting (Friday 10th November 2006)

There should have been four, instead there were two. The Dame and Desdemona couldn't make the slag meeting. It could have been even greater than it was. Though, great it did end up being.
Ophelia and I started the meeting in a cocktail bar. Two Raspberry Caiparinhas, one Strawberry Daiquiri and one Moscow Mule later ( two for one, delicious) we went in search of a Belgian restaurant, Belgos. A rustic restaurant, chips galore, mussels and over 80 varieties of beer. I've always been surprised by people who drink beer through choice, the vile concoction it is. It was for this reason that I was surprised at just how delicious the strawberry and passion fruit flavored beers tasted. For those of you who are due to go to this restaurant, try them.

During the meeting Ophelia expressed her surprise over the Snow White story. The Dame seems also to be somewhat perplexed by it:

'When you're a child, the story is magical and uncomplicated. Then you bring sex into the equation and it becomes complicated.'

Okay, sex is complicated, yes it is. And hats off to the whores who have diplomas in no strings sex. I intend on getting a diploma myself eventually. Another evening class to add to the list of a thousand. I do however continue to believe that not all sex has within it the power to overcomplicate so as to remove the 'magic' from the story, as The Dame was suggesting.
In my opinion, sex injected a bit of much needed va va voom into a story that had existing magical foundations. Magical plus sex equates to greater magic. At least, this is what I've always thought.

And, let's face it, Snow's life was never uncomplicated. A step mother, jealousy, vanity, poisonous apples, seven dwarfs each with separate character traits, and let's not forget that horrid ending, when the dwarfs are left behind for a hunky prince. Tall over Short, beauty over ugly, wealth over poverty. Quite frankly, discrimination of the sickest form. You'd imagine, from a list of seven, she could have found happiness with at least one. Then again, I suppose there remains a Snow White inside us all. Judgmental. Who'd have a dwarf when you could have a Prince. Only those who see beyond the obivous. And there aren't many of those. I hope I can work myself up to the position where a dwarf with a cracking personality would do. At the moment, I can't see far beyond the royalty.

Worry not, the Snow White story is here to stay. I'd always known (and it surprises me that others do not), that 'Happily ever after' doesn't really exist if we take a good fuck out of the question. Perfection does include good wholesome sex. The people who are irked by Snow White having sex, I can't help but wonder; is the narrow mindedness seeping through? Do you think of sex as dirty, a de-purifier? If so, shame on you.

On an entirely separate note,

Am at home over the weekend. Three reasons why home is a good place to be:
1. I can eat whatever I like and every type of food I enjoy is within a three mile radius.
2. I can wear ancient clothes and prance around.
3. I can breathe more easily. This is something difficult to explain. This isn't the same as freedom you realise. The ability to exhale and the notion of freedom are entirely separate.

My father has decided to chop down an apple tree and a fern, both of which have been in garden since we moved in many years ago. All this in preparation for a potential conservatory. Meanwhile I feel as though i've lost two siblings. All I have now is a pear tree. The thing is, i'm somebody who appreciates organic things. And, anybody with a vegetable patch can have a place under my duvet, no problem. The natural cycle is something I love. The purity of it. Untouched. Virgins are organic too you know. And let's not forget the multi -purpose functioning of a carrot. Feed and be fed. This alone is enough to have the government advocate everybody to build their own vegetable patch.

Hi ho hi ho, it's off to work we go.