Day Ten – #30DayBlogChallenge

Day 10: A photo of your favourite place to eat.

Hong

Hong Seafood Restaurant & Bar in Claremont, Cape Town.

I love it for their sushi, for their chicken chow mein, for their spring rolls, their cups of green tea, their soya sauce, their awesome waiters and the people I almost always end up going there with.

It’s not the best restaurant in the world, it’s not the worst – but its food is damn tasty and their prices are amazing.

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Day Four – #30DayBlogChallenge

Day Four: Your favourite photograph of your best friend. Click here for the rest of the topics I’ll be covering.

I must admit, yesterday’s and today’s topics were the two I was looking forward to the least. Much with yesterday, I don’t believe in one “best friend”. I have loads of different, very dear friends that I love with all of my heart. I would share pictures, but I’ve not asked for permission (can you tell I work in the media?) and it’s late and I’m tired. So, a rundown.

There’s my best friend from high school, N. We bonded over being the two weirdest girls in our grade, dated two best friends and still keep in contact pretty regularly. We spam each other with over-emotional Facebook messages and still discuss everything from break-ups to new relationships and work stuff.

Then there’s X. We’ve grown super close over the past year and bonded over judgey emails and catty Gtalk convos. And lots and lots of wine. She’s ridiculously accepting of all of my stupidity and is the person I usually have my freakouts to. She’s remarkably patient with me.

Best guy friend person (and actually, famously, the “male version of me” at one stage) is T. He’s sweetly protective of me (I’m sorry, future husband, but you’ll have to pass the T-test first) and quite possibly my biggest cheerleader in the world.We met in the queue at registration at varsity, then again at a random computer workshop. Fate decreed that we would be friends.

Then, L. She’s been there for me through absolutely everything in the world and I have no idea what I’d have done without her in the past. She’s the kind of person that will drop everything and drive halfway across the country to come to your dad’s funeral. True story.

Best person in the world is my baby brother S. We live together and are a great team. Nobody gets us, and that’s okay.

I know you were expecting a photo, so here’s a photo of my lifelong best friend. He grew up with me, he went to high school and varsity with me and he helped look after my dad while he was in the hospital. His name is Gund, and we met when we were six months old.

Gund

My dear Gund.

Isn't he handsome?

Iconic Oprah moments

I wrote a 15 Great Oprah Moments piece for work – but here are MY favourite moments. Now, I don’t particularly like her (though I don’t really dislike her either) – but there’s no denying what she’s done for women in the industry. With the final ever episode airing in the States today (here in South Africa we’ll probably get the final episode in about 5 years time!) I decided to take a look back at some of the many, many moments that made Oprah Winfrey an icon.

America’s most racist town: In 1987, Oprah travelled out of her studio to Forsyth County in Georgia, where white residents had made it known for years that black people were not welcome. One man, Dennis, said he was “afraid” of blacks coming to the county. He also used the word “nigger” repeatedly as he spoke to her. Oprah was hailed for remaining calm at the meeting and not being drawn into responding. Years later, the man contacted Oprah – saying he was “the bearded man” from Forsyth – and told her that he no longer uses the word.  Defending his use of it, however, Dennis said, “I spoke from what I had lived and that’s all anybody can do.”

The Wagon of Fat: Oprah’s struggle with her weight has been famously documented. In 1988, Oprah tried “Optifast” – a fasting and supplement programme – which she thought would be her “final answer” to her diet battle. For four months she didn’t eat a single morsel of food – and dropped around 30kg to just under 66kg. She squeezed into a pair of tight jeans, pulling a wagon full of fat – representing the weight she had lost – onto the stage. However, two weeks after starting to eat real food again, she had picked up almost 5kg again. How she didn’t realise that the weight was going to spring straight back is beyond me – but I suppose it was the 1980s and dieting pretty much equalled starvation at that point.

Oprah and the Fat Wagon

Oprah and the Fat Wagon

An eye-opening experiment: I love this idea so, so much. I would have loved to have been there. In 1992, Oprah set up an experiment with diversity expert Jane Elliot to prove the power of discrimination. When the audience arrived for the taping, they were separated into two groups based on their eye-colour – although they weren’t told why they were split. The blue-eyed people were pulled out of line, told to put on green collars and were treated badly by show staff. The brown-eyed people were asked to step to the front of the line, given coffee and doughnuts and treated respectfully. The segregated audience was then told that brown-eyed people were smarter. The blue-eyed people were visibly upset at being discriminated against, while the brown-eyed people became smug and bought into the idea that they were superior. The idea behind the experiment – to prove how arbitrary judgements based on skin colour are, and how susceptible we are to prejudice and misinformation.

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Charlie Sheen’s most insane quotes…

I originally posted this on iafrica.com, but it’s truly worth the re-post here.

On himself:

“I’m tired of pretending I’m not special. I’m tired of pretending I’m not a total bitchin’ rock star from Mars. People can’t figure me out. They can’t process me. I don’t expect them to. You can’t process me with a normal brain.”

“I’m bi-winning. I win here and I win there. Now what? If I’m bipolar, aren’t there moments where a guy like crashes in the corner like, ‘Oh my God, it’s all my mom’s fault!’ Shut up! Shut up! Stop! Move forward.”

“I’m sorry, man, but I’ve got magic. I’ve got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time — and this includes naps — I’m an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.”

“You borrow my brain for five seconds and just be like dude, can’t handle it, unplug this bastard. It fires in a way that is, I don’t know, maybe not from this terrestrial realm. When you’ve got tiger blood and Adonis DNA, it’s like, get with the program, dude.”

“The nights I don’t sleep it’s because there’s a higher calling telling me to stand guard.”

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