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Tuesday, 27 October 2009 |
I am not a fan of truisms, of sayings that smirk and chastise, but the one expression I utterly hate is ‘never judge a book by its cover’, writes Emily Breen. It's such a smug git of a thing to say, implying that we are something more than we appear to be; that one ought not to consider the surface of things, but to look deeper and longer.
Balls.
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Tuesday, 06 October 2009 |
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I seem often to use this column to come out, writes Emily Breen. Nevertheless, I have another confession to make; I am fascinated by Jordan. Absolutely fascinated. When The Edge hits its stands this month, I am sure there will already have been revelations aplenty to top those I am currently recoiling from. But still, here's where we stand:
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Thursday, 20 August 2009 |
John Hughes is dead, writes Emily Breen. Wow. The writer/director, who gave 1980s tweens worldwide a chance to live the High School dream, passed away suddenly on 6th August 2009. Every generation has a filmmaker who defines their youth. For mine, it was John Hughes.
That exotic, Pretty in Pink world was far preferable to the reality of schooldays in suburban Essex. Between his films and Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley High books, I concocted quite the alternate reality in my mind. So much so that I was half expecting to be asked to join a sorority the moment I set foot in secondary school.
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Thursday, 30 July 2009 |
Until very recently (the invention of Facebook and the stealth photography skill of friends), had I become infamous for a horrible crime or my dramatic death, the only picture BBC News 24 would've been able to dig up of me would be my circa 1991 big-hair school mugshot, writes Emily Breen. Thanks to social-not-working, there are dozens of more up-to-date shots now available, but this swine flu business does get you thinking, ‘What if?’
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Wednesday, 08 July 2009 |
Apparently staying in is the new going out, writes Emily Breen. The mystical 'they' who know such things have decreed it and thus everything I have read, heard and presumed in the past six months backs them up. The UK agrees - staying in is cool - and we blindly obey because, well…because.
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Monday, 01 June 2009 |
 This month I have broken one of my own cardinal rules and made a new 'acquaintance', writes Emily Breen. I have lately been socialising at a few regular book events and, after some time, you cannot help but be drawn to familiar faces. After all, it's handy to have an accomplice when one is a media whore. Accomplice I'm okay with, but friend? I'm not so sure. I'm kind of with The Edge Editor on this one (though it pains me to say so) - common ground is a good foundation for friendship, but you have to build on those foundations, and it takes time, baby.
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Tuesday, 28 April 2009 |
This month I have barely slept (cue violins, but quietly please, I'm knackered), writes Emily Breen. I have barely managed more than two or three unbroken hours of shut-eye before the milkman began smashing and stomping his way to collect next door's empties. It was my intention to use this space and time with you to write/ whinge/share and moan about all that I have suffered, but I shan't because, to tell you the truth, this month has really been kind of fun!
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Friday, 17 April 2009 |
I always swore I would never join Facebook, but then I did,. I never understood what any of the MySpace fuss was about, until I signed up. As little as six years ago, I couldn't send an email, but now I'm in my inbox twice a day. I really don't need any more distractions in my life, and yet, and yet…
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Tuesday, 10 March 2009 |
By the end of this month I will be older; an entire year older. I shall be thirty-something to be (im)precise and I am not amused. I know that we all grow older with each day that passes, and the sands of time keep trickling through the hourglass blah, blah, blah. But you know what? After a certain point, birthdays begin to feel spiteful. |
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Monday, 02 February 2009 |
You know the expression mutton dressed as lamb? Poor decrepit old she-sheep dressed up as bouncing spring lamb. Well something has been playing on my mind lately, and it is a question that increasingly haunts me…
How do you recognise when you have become the mutton?
We are utterly spoilt for wardrobe choices today. There are so few definable tribes once you pass your twenty-fifth birthday, unless you belong to the perma-tanned designer band, anything goes - there are no rules…
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