Some weeks I want to be taken away …that’s when trailers come in.
This week I am drowning. And I’m in so deep nothing will pull me out. It’s gotten to the point of ridiculous in a few very short but stressful days. I don’t know which way is up. Even when I’m on the train/making tea/dinner/watering plants/drinking copious amounts of wine/staring outside I am not in the moment but am thinking of, or mentally doing, work. WORK WORK WORK. Sometimes it just takes over and there is nothing else for you to give. I can’t read an article or engage in meaningful conversation. So I distract myself from the real world and watch trailers. Yes trailers. For as long as I can.
It’s really odd but sometimes I feel like you just need to disengage for a little bit. Rather than live in the moment you are taken away from that moment. And while I can’t go out and watch a full movie (I mean whose got time for that!) trailers make me smile or feel better about my current situation or maybe even motivate me to work a bit harder. In a very short space of time a lot of your senses are taken over and you are transported. I feel like they take the harsh reality of my day away….at least until the next phone call/email/crisis.
Here’s a random selection for you to enjoy – I know its weird but just go with it. There are some goodies in here and then you can go back to panic mode…
Recently I came upon this Vogue post and a slew of other content written about the Miss Peru 2018 pageant. The event made a splash on newsstands because instead of telling the judges, the audience and in essence the world what their measurements were, each beauty contestant listed some terrifying gender violence statistics from their home region. “Bravo!” everyone has said, “What a way to make a statement!”
Now we all know pageants are outdated anti-feminist circuses but apparently they can now be used as a voice for change. Really? Well I would like to take a step back. Let us gently rewind to the part where we find out what normally happens at lovely Miss Peru. The beauty contestants smilingly tell the world their measurements. THEIR MEASUREMENTS! Chest, hips, waist, etc. Are these people serious? How about they tell the world what subjects they took at university? What charity work they do and where you can donate? Maybe discuss how great it is that they can speak 5 languages rather than the importance of their hips in inches?
I do of course realise that there are portions of the pageant where they answer serious questions. Where they demonstrate talent, intelligence, empathy, etc etc. Having met some beauty pageant contestants in my lifetime I can say without a doubt that these are hardworking, clever girls who, having been genetically blessed, are using the system as much as its using them. But in a scary world where Harvey Weinstein episodes are the norm is a beauty pageant really the best way to be getting that attention? Could it maybe be a bit of a marketing ploy on behalf of pageant organisers to re-harness some lost media space?
I guess any platform that makes the world sit up and start talking is a positive one, but then I have to ask – at what cost? We’re still oggling and judging barbie dolls strutting stages in stripper heels and sparkly dresses. Apart from listing statistics, the Miss Peru contestants still showcased their bodies in hideous gold bikinis, gazing into the camera like they wanted to eat it. Real 2017 role models? I think not.
Is that two minutes of talking worth the remaining two hours of plastic smiles and hairspray? Granted in the final round the contestants were asked for their thoughts on the best way to combat femicide and violence against women, sadly not something that received the same amount of attention. I’m not quite sure why…
Are we teaching our girls that we can make statements but still be subjected to the world’s view of how we should look and what we need to measure? Surely there must be a better way? I don’t know what it is – I sincerely wish I had more answers. I suppose asking questions is a step in the right direction?
So again I ask – is this the only way us women can move forward? Oh the irony…