How far is too far?

It's been too long. How the devil are you. And all that jazz.

I've just watched a film that on first glance seemed like the usual sloppy predictable Hollywood drivel but turned out to be a bit of a hidden gem and made me think. The film is called Fever Pitch, or Perfect Catch if you're from Australia - the alternative title is so helpful when IMDB-ing - and the main plot line is about a man who is unhealthily obsessed with the baseball team, Boston Red Sox that it has driven women away left, right and centre whenever he has tried to engage in a relationship until now... enter Drew Barrymore's career-driven workaholic character, Lindsey who proves to be a 'cool' alternative modern woman who seems to be able to put up with Ben's passion.

At first all is well and Lindsey starts to come along to games with Ben, even donning the Red Sox team kit and missing prior engagements to please her man and support the Sox, but eventually the cracks begin to show and Lindsey begins to wonder exactly how much she has to share in her partner's obsession before it begins to change her.

This made me wonder, how much are we willing to change for our other halves? We all have a passion for something, and when we begin to share our lives with another person, we tend to share everything about ourselves, and expect them to enjoy what we enjoy. But how far should we go to change for the one we love? I think there comes a point in every relationship where you take stock and think about the sacrifices you've made for this person, the passions you may have given up, the things you've started to take an interest in because they do, and so on. I suppose the point I'm trying to make, ever so articulately, is that however much you love someone, you shouldn't let them absorb vital elements of your character or identity, you should hold onto those passions that you once held dearly and - all being well - your significant other will embrace these elements and love them as much as you do. Over and out from Ms Agony Aunt.

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A dedicated follower of... fashion?

I am currently enjoying experimenting with clothes, and having lots of fun. (I don't often go girly on you but thought I'd make an exception... if you're a boy who doesn't care about such things then I'll try and make my next post extra man-orientated and write about farting and/or beer). As a firm believer that dresses are for losers, or rather - firmly acknowledging that dresses don't suit me, I have decided go go against the grain of my own decisions and start wearing them, and have loved it! I like the whole teaming of a short dress and leggings (of which I have acquired several pairs, some more outlandish than others *ahem* silver...) which tends to connote an 'eighties rocker' vibe, or the maxi dress with beads and gladiator sandals, for the 'festival chic' look, or indeed the long t-shirt-type-dress thingy that goes equally well with leggings or skinny black jeans and a black pump. I don't really like writing or reading about fashion, so will keep this short, but I thought I would introduce you to a new acquisition to my wardrobe, 'Harem Pants' (pictured). They're like leggings at the bottom but they have a massive baggy crotch, and these ones from American Apparel turn into a full outfit if one casually pulls the waist band up over the chest area and turns it into a one-piece - nice one. They come to me in the post on Friday, so watch out York, they will either look ridiculous or super ridiculous, either way I will enjoy.

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