It is the age old question which will have a variety of answers. “Money is the root of all evil.” “Money can’t buy you happiness.” But if money is what makes us so unhappy then why we end up muttering under our breath “If I won the lottery….”
This weekend saw the opening of the 50 shades of Grey movie in the cinema with mixed reviews pouring onto the internet. Pretty much every person that I know went to see apart from me. I’ve read the books and considered seeing it because Jamie Dornan, a local lad, was starring in it. But I decided against it in the end because I refuse to give any of my hard earned money to EL James. A woman who has not only glamourised domestic abuse but dismisses those who challenge her sad individuals who can’t appreciate a good book.
Recently I have found myself in a bit of a writers slump, not because I didn’t have anything to write about, I just didn’t want to bitch about things. Why? Money has been a bit tight, my ex-partner is a pain in the butt, and I’m trying to get a small business up and running. It just didn’t seem worthy of writing about. I did consider writing a few bits about it all after reading a recent international magazine, let’s just say, if that is what columnists are writing about (and getting paid for) I am really undervalued and should be loaded if that is what the “professionals” are getting paid to do. But that’s not what this blog post is about. No. Today I saw something and just had to write about it, even though I feel that I have no great amount of input into what happened.