Will The Real Miss Jones Please Stand Up?

Last week, London was alight, outraged, and dare I say, amused with the spectacular rant of a certain lady journalist. In case you missed her column, jump here - beware, you will either collapse in disgust or die of laughter.  Let me know what your thoughts...too much information or not? She certainly provoked an abundance of reactions, extreme in themselves.

I'm not a prude but my eyebrows were raised, momentarily. Do we share too much of ourselves online in the public arena? And when we get down to the root of things, is what you share - really you or a figment of the person that you want people to think you are?  I try to keep my musings to writing and topics that inspire me.  But let's be honest, if you're writing and networking online, you do cultivate friendships - its human nature.  People want to know you as a person, right?  Behind all those avatars and profiles are living breathing individuals - people, real people - and networking is about making connections between people not pixels.  You successfully connect or not.  It's not a popularity contest...wait, no, maybe... who knows, sometimes?  

Shocking opening lines, provocative clothing, rocking badass tattoos -all attention grabbing in their own way, non? At the end of the day, whatever her motivation, Ms Jones' cringe-worthy confessional rocked our world for a day, for better or worse, the lady caused a stir and were we not entertained?  I certainly was, exceedingly so. And I was inspired -not like that, but by knowing that I do not wish to become that old lady with the cat.  That is a promise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to throw out all my Bridget Jones underpants -clearly, they are not controversial enough. From now on, it's commando...well, except for Sundays.

A/N:  Hello Lovelies, it's been another busy one in London but as one of my favourite great-aunts used to say "if I don't get up to walk everyday, I'm scared that one day I might never be able to."  Take what you will from that gem, I guess as long as we're moving, we're alive, right?  This weekend, though, I'm hoping for a little relaxation, writing and an art show.  Nothing too strenuous.  What's on your diary?  Talei xox