Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Tag: byron bay
5 chicks on bikes
I’ve been off the wagon a lil while now. Whether or not you have noticed, is not great matter/mind.
As they say, “absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires”.
So, is this a candle or a fire?
I would have to say sometimes it is both. Sometimes I don’t feel like riding a lick, other times I want to do nothing else. This last week or so, I’ve been “horses and tigers”.
I saw some pretty bikes while I was in Byron Bay, evaporating the hours with good friends and giggles. There was a whole bunch of matching ones, with pretty girls atop them, all the bikes in matching lolly colours, as were the girls. There were no helmets, however, as the company had spent their targeted invested in blow-up disposable beach balls emblazoned with their logo, correctly figuring that their attention to safety was unlikely to draw them as much attention as semi naked women with long blond hair flowing behind them. I presume that there were several hundred pink and white beach balls left behind at the beach that day.
I know that this company does not wish to market to me, because this sort of thing is basically offensive to me (i.e. the distribution of useless excessive plastic products and lazy use of semi/naked women and bikes to market stuffs). I appreciate a nice hot lady on a bike as much as the next person, but in this case the whole thing was rather annoying to me. I just feel like there needs to be some vague correlation between the women, the bikes and the scanty cladding, because I’m not an adolescent male and I won’t get a hard on just looking at scanty ladies then think “I must buy that thing that was close to that naked lady”. I’m trying not to think about it.
Because I am not really riding bikes at the moment, I am reading about riding bikes. Sometimes this annoys me almost as much as a flotilla of floozies down the main street of touristy cheese town.
Does this annoy anyone else? Or am I mad?
