I left my heart in Paris.

Missing Europe this winter, especially Paris. Few city's have captured my heard and soul like Paris has.

I have itchy feet, I don't think I can last another Melbourne winter with out a European getaway.

Europe I'll be back, sooner rather than later.

It's been far too long.

 

 

Don't be a dick.

Image via: The Man Repeller

I feel quite strongly about leaving ex-boyfriends in the past, if there is a reason that you broke up then it’s probably reason enough not to have them in your life. Harsh for some, but for myself personally I am happier pretending they never existed and having nothing to do with them. I picture an island far, far away where all ex-boyfriends congregate being dickheads together.  Rather than putting myself through the emotional battle field of being friends with one, vom!

An unassuming Friday night a few weeks ago, whilst minding my own business, I had just gotten home from work and had a notification on Facebook. A new message, from some girl I didn’t recognise. I went about opening said message and it was as if this girl had punched me in the face through my phone screen.

No introduction, no explanation, just a lovely loaded question that demand I tell her why I broke up with said ex-boyfriend followed with a badly written and grammatically incorrect tirade of abuse.

I’ll just set the scene a little here, we broke up going on 13-14 months ago. Since breaking up we have had no contact, I have not tried to make any contact and I have made a conscious effort to stay 100% out of his life. I call this respect and dignity, I appreciate the same in return.

We didn’t break up on bad terms, we broke up because neither of us was particularly happy. Staying in touch was not going to make us any happier either, so I had my cry, took my time to get over it and him and was on my very merry way pretending he didn’t exist and enjoying my life without him.

Until this stranger decided to begin demanding that I explain to her some of the most intimate details of my life. To say I was outraged is a massive understatement. How dare this girl intrude into my life and demand I give her answers to questions like that?

I politely told her that I was unafraid I couldn’t give her any of the answers she desired. That she was best to go and have a chat to my ex-boyfriend and that I don’t take fondly to being harassed by a crazy stranger. She was not a happy camper, a barrage of more abuse followed.

Said situation was eventually dealt with, after I had to ring my ex, who was promptly informed when he answered that he was the last person in the world that I ever wanted to be calling or talking to... Little victories when the response I was met with was really awkward and I knew I had him squirming for what was to follow.

The whole situation left me completely baffled, who in their right mind thinks it’s appropriate to contact their current partners ex and demand they tell you details of their past relationship? One thing that most people agreed on was that this girl was a few screws loose and ‘psycho’ was the most commonly used term to describe her.

I could, maybe, sympathise with someone contacting their current partners ex, if the ex in question was still present in this person’s life.  However, in my case I was not, I was 100% nowhere near him and his life. I had no need or desire to have anything to do with his life and I was very happy with this.

I can’t for the life of me think of any situation where I have felt the need to contact a boyfriends ex, or my ex-boyfriends ex. Nada, for me there is no need, clearly this person is no longer around for a reason. Why not just let them be and leave them in the past?

How would her contacting me make her feel any better about the issues they were clearly having? It only made this poor girl look sad, desperate, insecure and crazy for going to such lengths.

Upon further enquiry it turns out this girl wasn’t even seeing the boy in question any more, which only made her attempts at attention seeking look more delusional and pathetic. All reflecting horribly on the type of girl my ex has decided to move on to, good luck to him. Fuck having to deal with shit like that.

So just a heads up girls, if you break up with someone and want any chance at leaving the relationship with any dignity, do not follow this silly girls steps and abuse any ex-girlfriends. It’s not going to win you any brownie points. It’s only going to emphasise to your ex-boyfriend that he probably made the right decision breaking up with you.

I will tell you right now, you will look desperate and people are bound to find out what you did, that’s a bit embarrassing.

Fuck, I miss summer.

 

All photos The Sartorialist

 

Summer, god do I miss you. I just want the feeling of sun on my bare skin thanks.

 I want to wear shorts and dress with out feeling like I am close to hypothermia. I may have been looking forward to winter, but I have changed my mind. Come back now please!

Thanks x

Lindsey

Babe.

 

Lindsey Wixson by Theo Wenner



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Photos: Various Sources

Now hiring.

(This photo has nothing to do with the below post, but is fun none the less!)

Work has just been hiring, it has been my job to filter through CV’s and pick out the good ones...this task has been harder than first thought. There has been a lot of shit! I have been dumbfounded with the crap some girls think is appropriate to put in a CV and cover letter.

There are your general lazy typos which is a given, I am useless and when I am really excited about something my spelling and grammar leave for a far off place, some tropical island in Barbados. So that kind of thing is a given. However the stuff I have seen goes far beyond that, here is a little taste:

-          Emails with no explanation, just a blank email with a CV attachment. I’m sorry but seeing as you were too lazy to even address the damn email to anyone I am just too busy to bother reading it… Delete

-          Emails form people who have not read the ad properly. No this is not a position in our Chapel St store in Sydney….we don’t even have a store on a Chapel St in Sydney!

-          Girls that feel it is appropriate to include EVERY high school achievement. Really I couldn’t care less if you won an award in year 7 for picking up the most rubbish at lunch time

-          “My interests include: fashion, curly fries, fairy lights, fairy bread, interesting textures, yoga…” Babe, you sound like an air head. Let’s reassess and see what is actually relevant to a job in a clothing boutique, curly fries, fairy lights and fairy bread are not.

-          A link to a personal website, ok, this could be ok, maybe she has a blog and is in to fashion…oh no, NO, close, close, CLOSE! Just a heads up, this is an Australian Designer Boutique, who prides them self on the quality and design of their items…not a racy sex shop. I do not need a link to your ‘personal website’ of your ‘glamor modelling shots’. Do you really want a prospective employer to have seen your titties? Yeah, I think not.

-          Selfies, oh my, so many pouty selfies. I get that image is important, but if you sound good on paper then we will ask to meet with you in real life. We don’t need to have an attachment of your latest Saturday night selfies, thanks but no thanks.

-          CV’s that read like some complex road map, really girls its simple, contact details, availability, past working history, a little bit on why you want to work for us, viola, done!

-          CV’s that are essays, 5 pages is TOO LONG, I gave up after page one. When I have 50+ emails from girls who are just ‘dying to work for you’, and I open up a 5 page attachment you have lost me.

-          And by far my favourite, a photo, a lovely photo attached where this one girl was showing us that she could put her foot above her head while in a little pink leotard. I mean, yeah that’s totally going to help you sell clothes and meet budgets.

Maybe this is just me being snobby, but it is really that hard to write a professional CV? And it is really that hard to distinguish between what is appropriate professionally and what is not? I was lucky if one out of 10 emails I read were even near professional. Some people have no idea, in a world where we share every private and personal detail on social media, it seems that girls between the ages of 18 and 23 have no idea what professionalism is. They need to learn that less really is more.

Good luck to them, but if you guys want a job anywhere I would seriously consider taking out interests that include, washing my dog, going to the soli, getting loose on the weekend. It’s just not a great look, if you can’t be professional over paper than how on earth will you go at work?!