Ever since I started uni, I’ve felt like I’m caught between these two worlds. One is the world of Big Brother and chick lit. The other is the world of understanding politics and analysing literature. I often feel like I’m straddling these two worlds because I’m clever but I love the simple, fun stuff.
I loooove chick lit and rom coms and entertainment that’s purely for entertainment’s sake. So when I started uni and started having to analyse stories and meeting feminists who complained about the representation of women in films, I was like ‘What the heck is this?’
I remember when I was in that ‘Ooh, this is new!’ stage with my first serious girlfriend. She bought me chocolate. We met up for picnics. Things were going perfectly.
My reaction to that? I tried to warn her off. I told her she didn’t want to get too close because I was messed up. That it wouldn’t be long before all the broken bits came out.
Since I launched Twisted Sleeve, I’ve spoken to quite a few of you by email. Now you might not believe this but, damn! Us shy girls are an interesting bunch! Reading, writing, drawing, acting, playing musical instruments – check us out, being all artistic!
But, even more impressive than that is the big dreams that some of you have. Careers you want to pursue. Projects you want to run. Art you want to make. Hearing about your dreams has got me all excited. Why? Because I started Twisted Sleeve precisely to help girls like you shake off The Grip, SO THEY CAN DO WHATEVER IT IS THEY DREAM OF DOING.
Presentations. Speaking exams. Debates. Interviews. Performances.
They’re all things we dread. Chances for people to judge us. Opportunities for us to slip up in really humiliating life-ruining ways.
And that’s why we’re so scared of them. That’s why we have nightmares about them. That’s why we get nervous. That’s why we blush. Why we shake. Why we stutter.
When you get on a bus, where do you sit?
Well, first things first, as a Brit, my priority is sitting nowhere near another person. But, hey, that might be different in your country.
In England, to tell the bus driver you want to get off at the next stop, you have to press a stop button which you’ll find on a pole. My second priority is sitting within reach of one of those poles. I get pretty stressed if I can’t find an empty seat near a button. And I get pretty damn annoyed when I think I’ve sat down next to a button pole but that pole turns out to be a pole with no button. Those things are a pain, I’m telling you.
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As shy girls, we like to keep quiet and unnoticed. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves in case we mess up and embarrass ourselves.
Just give us a book, a computer, or a phone, and leave us to ourselves. We like it that way.
Annoyingly, teachers aren’t as into that idea as we are. Every year they tell our parents the same thing:
One night, eating a takeaway pizza at my friend’s house, I found myself wishing I was eating something healthier.
See, I’d been travelling for a week and I’d eaten so much junk. Normally I’m all for chocolate, takeaways, and sweets, but I was starting to feel pretty gross.
So there I was, thinking, ‘I wish this was a salad. Or meat and veg. Or just anything healthy.’ Moany, moany me.
Last year I was on a plane when I realised how insanely on edge I was feeling.
I began rehearsing ‘Can I have an orange juice, please?’ when the air hostess was still about five rows in front of mine. I worried about turning the page in my book in case the tiny movement annoyed the guy next to me. I didn’t dare lean too far forward in case someone wanted to look out the window and I was blocking their view.
Once, when I was climbing a mountain on a school trip (ok, so it’s the only mountain I’ve ever climbed), my form tutor told me I needed to get excited about something in life. Just like Tom, my boyfriend at the time, was into cricket, I needed to get passionate about something.
Back then, I was a bit indignant. I mean, I was getting some of the best marks in my year. I played netball. I actually read my library books unlike most of the kids in my class. I was a flippin’ good pupil, didn’t he know?