Some would say that spending over 2 hours in Ann Summers would be a waste of time. Obviously, those people have never been to Ann Summers. Oh my god, they're amazing.Now, I'm not one of those people who never talks about sexual stuff, because I am such an open person. I don't understand why it's such a taboo subject. It's a part of most of our daily lives, yet, we still can't talk about things like that without getting embarrassed. Well, not me.
It's lovely that I'm starting up my blog like this. Hi, my name's Beth, by the way. Ha ha. I have another blog on here, where I'm starting to publish all of my short stories. You can find that blog here.
Ooh, I did a link thingy, exciting!
Yeah, I have a story behind my embarrassing name as well. When I was younger (I'm talking about three or four years ago), I used to insist on people calling me BethRose, so, when I think decided to set up a Blogger and never actually use it, that's the name I chose (which I cannot for the life of me change. Oops). And I'm still using the email it's connected to. Fun. So I'm going to have to live with it, I'm afraid, and you'll have to too. Ha ha.
Okay, back to the sex talk. (Don't worry. It's not going to be explicit.)
It's 2014, for Gods sake, I think we should be able to freely talk about sex without people thinking it's inappropriate. Admittedly, I can see where people are coming from if we talk about other people's sex lives (Personal space/live etc. Whatever), but if you talk about it in general, we shouldn't be ashamed of it.
It's decided, I am going to be the World's Most Embarrassing Grandma.
I can just imagine it now: me at age 83, sitting in a rocking chair, covered in tattoos and piercings, fag in my hand, embarrassing the hell out of my grandchildren as I talk about 'how I used to do it in my day'.
I can't wait.
Oh yeah, that's another thing. Tattoos. (Gasp)
My mother is weird, to say the least. Last year, when I was 16, I went out and got a tattoo (stay in school, kids). I managed to hide it from my mum for quite a while, and when I told her, she didn't say much about it (much to my surprise, I was expecting to get screamed at and grounded for the rest of my life, but none of that happened). I'm also planning to get another tattoo around Christmas time this year (I'm 17. I know, I know. I'm a bad influence, but it's really not my responsibility to change myself just so kids will like me.) and she didn't say much about that either. Now, I know what you must be thinking: what a cool mum! And, yeah, she is one amazing mother, but only if you don't want a lip piercing. She hates piercings. And I mean HATE.
So, riddle me this: Why would my mother be fine with my having tattoos at a young age for, potentially, the rest of my life, and not be okay with me getting a hole in my face which would easily grow out when I take the piercing out? Weird.
Ah, here we have another issue that I don't understand. In the UK (I don't know about any other country) the minimum (legal) age to get a tattoo done is 18. And when teenagers get tattoos, you can guarantee that they will have someone come up to them and say: "You'll regret that later on in life". Okay, I may, I may not. But, this is what I don't understand, how is it stupid to decide to have a tattoo at 17-18, when you have to choose what career you want to have for the rest of your life at 16 years of age? No one's going to tell me I'm going to regret my choices in that area, will they.
Ranting is a lovely start to this blog. It shows everyone just how angry I am at society.
Oh, yeah, and you've probably noticed I'm incredibly sarcastic. That's basically my personality summed up in a word.
Anyways, peace out, people.
