0 I bet you've never been jealous of someone else's post before

My mail has just been delivered, which at two in the afternoon isn't unusual for the Royal Mail, but it contained a couple of surprises. I have really bad impulse control at the moment since I spend the majority of my day alone, dog-sitting, and in my pyjamas in front of a computer; so a few days ago I asked my dad to take my bank card and only give it me back if I'm leaving the house. Some of my outstanding purchases have yet to arrive - a couple of Threadless shirts. a camera tripod - but this morning I received a long black cardboard tube, and a smaller bottle-heavy packet. I wasn't expecting them, because I completely forgot about the other impulsive thing I do - enter competitions.

Revlon UK were giving Facebook fans the chance to win their new Nearly Naked foundation along with an art print. I entered and promptly forgot, but I'm glad I did because the smooth line art work is both lovely and massive - it's more poster than print. 

I opted for the Ivory shade, and it's pretty much a solid match. It might be a little too warm a tone for me, but this was the palest one I think. To be honest, it doesn't make much difference once you start to blend it, as it stays true to it's name - it's dewy, smooth, and barely there. I'll probably use it as an alternative to my BB cream, if I'm doing a full face of make-up for a night out rather than just everyday.

My other surprise was actually less of a surprise, and really more of an eagerly awaited gift from Not Another Bill. Its a ten-vial Penhaligon's scent library, along with a beautiful pocket square. When I lived in London, I would walk past their Covent Garden store and stare lustfully in at all the bottles, thinking about how I'd never be able to afford anything from them, and would die a lonely bland-smelling woman. You have no idea how excited I was when I read they'd partnered up with Not Another Bill; there'll be a follow up post where I go through all the vials like a basset hound with internet access and post my thoughts, so stay tuned.

This is a pocket square, which means I now have an excuse to start wearing pocket squares.

If you haven't already signed up for Not Another Bill, I really recommend it - you get a month free during the first few months, and its £17/month afterwards. Everything from the packaging to the mystery product is exquisite. So far I've received everything from a model of a small boat to a slingshot I had to build myself, a strange felt bowl, morse code jewellery, and a fine art print that now sits on my mantelpiece. They partner up with some great people, including a previous project with Tatty Devine which I sadly missed out on, but if there's anything that really catches your eye you can usually buy it afterwards in their store.

0 The new Lara Croft and That Scene

When I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to reading all the first-play reviews of the new Lara Croft instalment (and a bit for reviews of Sims 3: University Life, but the less we talk about my addiction to that the better). I was so excited that I completely forgot about the highly talked about and criticised 'rape origin story' until I logged into Twitter and found it waiting for me.


Violence towards women in video games has a sadly rich history. If female characters aren't being beaten, they're being sexualised, or quite often both. I wanted to give an example of an early playable female character in my gamer life, but the only one I can think of really is Lara Croft;  she was touted as the bad-ass woman every girl can look up to, but as a rather short nine year old it would have been difficult for me to do that with her comically large breasts in the way. One of the most recent examples I can give is from Batman: Arkham City, where every thug was calling Catwoman a bitch and making inappropriate comments about what they'd do if they found her. No-one was calling Batman a bitch, partly because there is no male equivalent to the word, partly because he will promptly arrive and grind your face into the concrete. However, even if we take all of that into account, what surprised me was how many people were shocked that men would say nasty, sexist things. So (for me, anyway) the question becomes whether, in the fight against sexism in video games, we remove sexism and violence towards women altogether or portray it properly.


Everything about the Tomb Raider revamp had me ready to play it as soon as possible. I had no idea the last incarnation of Lara even had a backstory, since it was never played out by the character and only really mentioned quite hammily every now and then - "Oh Alfred, I must go and fetch that artefact from that guy because my parents died in a plane crash and he served them some peanuts and lived." Much like everyone else, though, I was somewhat shocked by the 'rape' scene that would form part of her back story. She was already going to be pretty tough after surviving on a hostile island did she really need to be raped as well?


One of the main problems was that it all escalated quickly from being an attempted rape scene to a rape origin story - apparently, it turned out to be neither. Rihanna Pratchett, the story writer for Tomb Raider (and whose glorious existence I only learned about this week) had this to say about the scene:

"When you see the scene in context, you see the light leave the guy's eyes [...]. She just can't believe what she's done. She's not thinking, 'Oh my God, I was almost raped.' She's thinking, 'Oh my God, I've just taken a human life.' It's unfortunate that if you have a female protagonist and male antagonists, and they're coming after her, people see that vibe." - from an interview with Eurogamer

All the playthroughs so far back her statement up, and every trope has been disproved; it isn't glorified, she doesn't enjoy it, she doesn't automatically lose, she isn't weaker, and it wasn't her fault.



The thought that popped into my still blearily sleep-fuddled head this morning was this: a lot of the arguments are talking about rape like it's a thing that never happens to young women, like its a rare thing that's never ever used against them - like the genuine attempt to use violent sexual behaviour to overpower a young woman is unrealistic. When men are told about the rape statistics for women, and how women can feel threatened even when they aren't being threatened thanks to a society that doesn't talk about rape and blames the victim, they rarely, truly, understand it. In the new Tomb Raider game they have to play through an attempted sexual assault on a woman, and for a lot of male gamers it's going to be uncomfortable and confusing because they've never experienced it from that side - but most importantly, they're talking about it.



Ultimately, I feel the attempted assault on Lara has it's place. Some dick who thinks he's tougher than this frail-looking stranded survivor is likely to try and take violent advantage of her; it isn't about him, though, it's a scene about Lara being forced into a corner and taking her first life. This doesn't mean the game industry should start cranking out games with female characters who are rape survivors or it'll just become another form of origin story, but the new Tomb Raider feels like a step forward in the realistic portrayal of women in video games.

UPDATE: like a rough to cover a diamond in more rough, Team Fortress have decided to give their Croft Crest badge this super flattering description. (via @DickMandrake)

0 Books, the Thinking Edition

For the past few months, I've either been busy at work in a thrilling retail job, or looking after my new dog (who is alternately OH MY GOD ADORABLE, and Satan). Yesterday I finally had a blessed day to myself; I wasn't required to meet anyone, go anywhere, do any work, or look after anything with four legs or more, so I decided to go for a quiet lunch at the art gallery in town.

I ended up wandering into Waterstones on my way back, and after ten minutes found myself holding an armful of books with no memory of having picked them up. Nevertheless I cashed in my hard earned loyalty points and blew them all on five books that I saw no real theme in - until I sat down and really looked at them all.

They were all very distinct books intended for the same purpose; to provoke me into thinking, and mostly about thnking of writing.

Politics and the English Language - George Orwell
This is only a pamphlet, less than thirty pages long, but it's a witty discourse on the nature of language and how it can be folded, shaped, broken, and remade into exactly what we need it to be. I'm only a couple of pages in and it's fairly hard going, but I think the payoff will be invaluable.

Essays in Love - Alain de Botton
There were several of his books available, but I chose this one because I often see de Botton pop up on my Twitter feed, and the most recent quote from him I read was about love. A quick bit of Googling has also revealed that this is, in fact, his first book, which generated a film and, indeed, most of his fame.

Nineteen Eighty-Four - George Orwell
One of my favourite books, a book that thrills me, and a book I already own - but I don't own this version. The cover has been cleverly designed to look censored, thick black lines block the title out. Yet when you tilt it just the right way in the lighr, the words reveal themselves. I'll probably have to give my other copy away to feel less guilty, but I just couldn't resist...

The Fault In Our Stars - John Green
I've no idea what this book is about, and picked it up because I needed a book to complete the 'half price' offer. It's a book that has been recommended to me by so many people, including the woman who served me in Waterstones, and I follow John Green's Tumblr blog avidly, despite having never read his books, because he seems to make a lot of sense. I know quite a few passages of his books by heart (though I couldn't tell you what book they were from) simply through constant exposure to them on the internet - so it's probably about time I actually read something of his.

Thinking, Fast and Slow - Daniel Kahneman
Another 'half price' offer book, that tickled both my psychological and creative sides. Other than that, I couldn't tell you what it's about beyond the title.

On the bus ride home, I felt more content than I have in a long while, and it was punctuated with an event that brought my literary-loving day to a funny (if slightly smug) close. A woman in the seat in front of me started complaining loudly about 'teenagers' and 'their music' - admittedly there was a boy further back on the bus, obnoxiously blasting his music like he expected Skrillex to be perfectly sited to octogenarian tastes. Rather than rebuke him, she kept turning and giving me sharp looks, until finally she turned fully and told me to be respectful and turn my childish music down.

I removed my headphones and calmly informed her that, if my music was really that loud, she would know I was listening to an audiobook.