14.3.14

Anne Frank

I promise I am not going to be that person who posts every seven seconds about what cool new book that they are reading about vampires (are they still a thing) or a fateful teen romance (no, I can assure you that your silly 150 page book is not 'just like Romeo and Juliet). However, after seeing a post made by 'Amy Poehler's Smart Girls' (love your work by the way Amy), I fell in love with the phrase 'bookpacking' and was compelled to write down some of my opinions regarding my current read, 'The Diary of Anne Frank':


Freedom of speech and publication were 'givens' inaccessible to millions less than a century ago, and still restricted for many today. We are fortunate enough to live in a western country where our society is built on a total rejection of the restriction of press, opinion or literature. We should grasp this privilege with both hands and utilise it to educate and inspire ourselves and anybody else with an open mind and eager soul. So, friends, associates, and randoms; I ask you all to dedicate your next week to a book or published work (or unpublished if you have access to something adequately stimulating) and pay attention to how the it discusses life, history, culture, politics, commerce, science or people. Appreciate the knowledge in your hands, and cherish the power that it invests in you. I personally am about to finish (after 10 years of meaning to) 'Anne Frank'. This book has flipped my life around tenfold, and still isn't finished. Never before have I felt so delighted, entertained, and humoured; yet harrowed, despondent and wretched after reading something written by a thirteen year old girl. We need only check a year 8's Facebook newsfeed to validate this statement. Anne, though crestfallen and anguished amidst an unimaginable ordeal, manages to preach optimism and gratification interwoven with a childish innocence and wit beyond her years, effectively (and unknowingly) penning history defying literature - the only valuable aberration of wartime. 

One of the most compelling passages of Anne's Diary is her summation of the one necessity required to live a content life: happiness. 

"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again."



The link to the 'Smart Girls' post:

Newborn Blog Neglecting

So I started this blog at the humble age of 16 going on 17 (yes there was a musical reference there and if you do not understand it close the tab. Bye.), and admittedly posted some pretty lame crap. Back then, I reassured myself that I was just laying the foundations for the healthy development of my blog - look out Tavi, teen sensation Jess Gordon is on the rise! I wrote a couple of 'fashion' posts, logged off, and waited for Anna Wintour to call me on my Nokia...

She must have the wrong number.

Evidently, I committed the mortal sin of blogging (and parenthood, hence the weak metaphor), I neglected my blog when it was at its most tender and defenceless stage of life.

Before all go you Tuula-wannabes (don't get offended, I am one too!) scorn and permanently reject me from this elitist world of high-speed wifi and even higher calibre vocabularies, hear me out. I have since graduated school, become an adult, worked full time in an assistant management role (at 18 for one of Australia's best known brands on Western Australia's most prominent shopping strip), saved myself a small fortune and purchased a one way ticket to Europe. And a ticket to the Miley Cyrus concert in Glasgow. Now that I'm about to board a plane and see some phenomenal parts of the world, perhaps people will find my life "semi-interesting", to quote my all time favourite 90s movie.

Thus, in order to familiarise the blogosphere (I am astounded that that is actually a world - there is no red squiggly spell check line!) with the contemporary me I will attach some photos of my humble little life living forty minutes south of Perth City, Western Australia. If you wish to see more crappy snaps, feel free to follow me on Instagram (@gordo95), although I insist - used as a euphemism here for beg and plead - that you like my photos, so that I for once can reach the white girl holy grail. Getting more likes than my friends on insta.

I have included photos mostly of me and my friends and of course a substantial amount of my favourite outfit pics from the last year or so. What's a would-be-fashionista-if-I-had-more-funds to do?!