I saw Britney Spears in Perth on Friday the 6th of November, in Perth. I’ve wanted to see her in concert since I was a little girl of single digits. It was mind-blowingly awesome, I only wish I were taller and hadn’t had my view blocked by some tall girl who decided to rudely make herself taller with a pair of high heels. (In a mosh pit/standing crowd, please show a little respect and don’t make yourself unnecessarily taller. No one appreciates it.)

But how awesome I found the concert is not the main point of this blog.

Turns out fans allegedly left the concert (the one I was at), ‘outraged that Britney Spears was lipsyncing’… Well, a) that explains why it got easier to move forward toward the stage as the night went ont and b) UM EXCUSE ME RETARDS OF PERTH, HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW BRITNEY SPEARS LIPSYNCS? It’s been common knowledge only since the beginning of Britney Spears time!

(You can read all about this so-called ‘outrage’ here and here.)

So exactly why these people would spend $200+ dollars on a Britney Spears ticket, “claiming to be her biggest fans” and NOT know about Britney being a mimer is beyond me. I’ve known it almost as long as she’s been touring! And so many singers lip sync – it’s perfectly normal, especially if they’re dancers as well. As long as you’re not lied to. (Anyways, apparently she didn’t mime the whole thing, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.)

These fans “left after three songs” complaining she didn’t interact with the audience. Fair call, she didn’t do ALOT of talking (although she did do SOME – she said hello to us and told us we had a pretty country and other things), but have you honestly ever been to a concert where the band strikes up a conversation in the first 2-3 songs? It’s completely normal for them to wait til atleast the end of song two before saying g’day. And even then, not everyone feels the need to talk to the crowd.
Sit down, shut up and enjoy it for what it’s worth. (Which was an amazing show that involved Britney and a bunch of circus freaks. Hoorah!)

I’m not condoning lip syncing, nor do I feel Britney did near enough crowd-interacting (I wish she’d done more too), but I think we all need to lighten up a little and get over it. It was still an epic performance, with awesome special effects and an awesome collaboration of dancers and circus acts! There were no lies to anyone who’s actually old enough to understand what lip syncing is… and the little little people should have the illusion kept up for a few more years anyways. (That’s half the fun of being a kid.)

So to the overreacting tools of Perth (and the world)…

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LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!

In todays Western Australian newspaper (our lovely attempt at news) was an article, announcing the banning of wearing those old grey/white wigs by lawyers and judges in criminal proceedings.

The article can be found here: WA judges, lawyers to dump wigs.

For those of you who don’t know what they are, legal wigs usually look like this:
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They are incredibly expensive and are apparently made of horse hair.

Now, as far as my understanding goes, these wigs aren’t the most comfortable part of a lawyer’s dresscode, and they can be itchy, but why the need to ‘ban’ them from being worn?

The article suggests that many lawyers LIKE wearing the wigs. Many cite tradition as their reasoning, however there are others. So again, why ban the wigs?

The banning of the wig in courts doesn’t come as a huge surprise, they are already banned in civil trials in WA. What baffles me is this word ‘ban’. Why BAN something many people seem to like? Why not just make it optional? It seems all a little bit extremist in my opinion – if you don’t want to wear the wigs, don’t wear it. This man who banned them is clearly no fun and doesn’t like costumes! Don’t ruin something for everyone else who likes them! That’s not fair at all! I was kind of excited about one day being able to wear a wig in court… There goes that dream…

I guess I’ll have to settle for badly photoshopping a wig onto a photo of myself…
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Come on WA Chief Justice! Make wig wearing ATLEAST optional, you’re taking half the fun out of being a lawyer!

p.s. i AM wearing clothes in that photo, it’s a strapless dress – wore it to law ball, only one i have of my head at the correct angle for the wig… see? YOU CAN SEE MY DRESS!

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It came to my attention a couple of weeks ago that designer Alannah Hill has stopped using fur in her clothing, after protests by PETA.

I’ve always been in favour of PETA, I’ve always liked how they’ve stood up for the rights of creatures who can’t communicate in a language we understand. However, I recently changed my mind: I don’t like PETA anymore.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still in 100% support of animal rights, and I don’t like fur as fashion – but that doesn’t mean I can condone the involvement of innocent small children where so called ‘anti-fur protests’ are involved.

It has been alleged, by some pretty reliable sources in my opinion, that PETA has taken it one step too far in harassing Alannah Hill’s young son in an attempt to scare her out of using fur in her clothing line.

Children are NOT responsible for their parents actions. And should not be punished for it. So why do PETA allegedly feel the need to involve someone who, in the eyes of the law, cannot be held liable for most of his own actions, let alone his adult mother’s?

If the above is true (and there is more than one source suggesting so), then PETA are no doubt headed for some serious lawsuits – and ones they well deserve. Scaring children! Seriously!

Now, I’m not suggesting ALL members of PETA feel this way, nor am I suggesting that they need a ‘taste of their own medicine’, however I am concerned here with the issue of extremeism.

As mentioned above, I don’t condone the use of fur in fashion and I never will. But we live in the 20st century man, do we really need to resort to such caveman approaches? Let’s try something a little more civilised – and perhaps legal? Make all the noise you like, but don’t threaten death upon a small child, or anyone else for that matter! Death threats are more than illegal, they cause freaking phsychiatric torture on anyone who receives them.

Obviously, as a result of all this, Alannah Hill has taken the safest, most intelligent option in removing animal fur from her line. But I reckon this particular decision was done due to fear of possible repercussions if she didn’t, rather than what SHOULD’VE been a decision based on a realisation that animal fur isn’t fair.

So PETA/scary extremeist sect of PETA, please be more creative and less fucking terrifying next time you have an issue with someone using fur…

SPEAKING of which: the fur they were protesting was bloody rabbit fur. Yes, I love bunnies and no, I’d never wear bunnies, but this appears to be a case of double standards. Rabbits, like cows, are used for their meat and they are in no short supply. If you’re going to fight for the bunnies, why the hell aren’t you out there standing infront of shoe shops? Because how different is common cow leather to common rabbit fur? Why aren’t they paying more attention to those poor endangered minks like they should be? Just saying… (Cos it’s fun to play devil’s advocate :P and cos I do feel especially sorry for those little minks.)

And just to play devil’s advocate a little more: why don’t you go tell the lions and the sharks to stop eating the deer and the fishies? You can’t deny what’s natural – if the bunny (poor bunny) is going to be eaten, unfortunately you might as well not waste it and use every part – it’s the traditional way.

Animal rights are right up there in my top ten most important things in the world – but let’s put this into perspective please – we don’t need to sacrifice our morals and threaten little children in the process of saving animals.

So there’s my rant. Hope it makes sense. It probably doesn’t. Oh well.
xoxo

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This is a photo, taken by me on Friday September 4th/Saturday September 5th, shortly after midnight… At the Court Hotel in Perth. (The Court Hotel is a gay bar fyi.)

LOOK AT IT! The most AMAZING picture! You will never see a photo so amazing ever again in your entire life. I bet.

xoxo

Flavenka Milinkovic.

It’s former Yugoslavian and will be my official name until after Med Ball 2009. (So… end of September.)

Hallo! I am exchange student from the Latvia, is in Eastern Europe

Let me take you all on a little trip down memory lane… And the reasons why today I feel I may infact be a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body…

I was about seven years old when I caught my first glimpse into the world of Drag Queens – in the form of the classic tale of three queens crossing Australia: Pricilla, Queen of the Desert. The costumes, the music and of course, the outrageous personalities – I wanted to be Felicia Jollygoodfellow!

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There was one small issue in fulfilling my dream of being a fabulous drag queen: I was a girl. (And just for the record, still am, and do not intend on changing such things! :P )

I was brought up on a steady musical diet of Cher, ABBA and Madonna (oh… and AC/DC, Midnight Oil and Cold Chisel too… No wonder my musical tastes are so obscure!) and if you look back upon my childhood wardrobe: it was full of frills and ribbons! Is it really any surprise that dressing up and sequins remain my favourite things still today?

However, this ‘drag queen’ dream was not a passing phase of my single digit years – the fantasy of an extravagant life carried into my teen years, where I played Flute/Thisbe in Midsummer Nights Dream (so I played a man dressed as a woman) and then, in our own remake of classic fairy tales, I took on the leading role of Cinderfella, a trannie maid who finds love after meeting the gay prince at a ball thrown in his honour.

Of course, I have never entertained false hopes of being an actual Drag Queen – I know it’s a little ridiculous, without going all ‘Connie & Carla’ on you all. However, I still dream of one one day being a gay icon, reminiscent of Kylie Minogue and Cher: two women who, in my opinion, quite possibly have the most fabulous wardrobes of all time.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you found what I’ve written just now to be the biggest load of ridiculous bull you’ve ever read, but my family would be more than willing to confirm all of the above.

So watch out world! One day, because unfortunately I cannot be a drag queen, I hope to be so iconic that the queens of the next generation model their alter-egos on me and you will see drag-Georgia’s on stage all over the world! (YAY!)

xoxo

Good morning to all thou who follow me faithfully, religiously (very few) and those who I force to read my words of exceptional wisdom (most people),

On the night of Friday the 21st of August, I, Georgia, will be attending the annual UWA Blackstone Society Law Ball. That’s right, me, me, me, me, me, me… ME AT BALL! (or, more suitably, meatball!)

I still haven’t selected a dress to wear! (Although have managed to narrow it down to a choice of three.) And I honestly actually currently do NOT own a pair of suitable shoes to wear to this ball! And I certainly haven’t even THOUGHT about my hair yet!!! Is this not utterly ridiculous?

Well, atleast I’ve got me a dress… *cough cough Katieeeeeee* (let’s go shopping!)

So, as it must appear, I am more than excited and stressed over this Friday evening approaching us, especially considering the success of last year where Jo and I ate broccolini covered in mash ‘tato that resulted in some very interestingly placed stains over my brand new dress… (sad face!)

In conclusion: YAY LAW BALL! I love pretty (and some ugly) people all extra prettified (p.s. Ellen Degeneres is Bookmaster! – she just announced that on the television) and is pretty (and some ugly) dresses with fancy-looking food (that really isn’t that fancy) served alongside unlimited cheap champagne! EPIC TIMES AHEAD!

In other news: my friend Anne completed the painting she was comissioned to do for Devilles (which is an epic night out venue in Perth) and its commencement of display is imminent (ie this week!). So I demand, loyal and unloyal readers, that you all head STRAIGHT down to Devilles (your local epic night out venue) and check out the amazing artwork of the amazing girl that is Anne! YAY!

Good day.

So as I mentioned, I sent in an audition tape to ABC3, in response to their casting call for childrens television presenters.

It took me (and Kate) four solid days of filming and editing to make it perfect, and then I sent it off and went to Melbourne, hence not having posted anything. (I didn’t want to post the video before applications closed.)

So… here is my video, with a cameo by Mr. Very Hungry Caterpillar himself. It’s amasing.

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So, I’ve been very absent.

Why oh why I do I continue to let you all down and desert you and make you feel lost without my posts so often?

Well, I’ve been working on an audition tape for ABC3 (the new ABC channel) and it’s been taking up far too much of my time and also I am going to Melbourne next week and I went to Adelaide just a few weeks ago and my audition tape will be posted here asap! (after applications close next week – so no one steals my fabulous ideas and witty humour! :P )

I’ve missed you.

Be back with a FABULOUS post to accompany my Melbournian travels and ABC audition tape in a weeks time!

XOXO