The Smoke Never Bothered Me Anyway: Why Frozen needs a health warning

Let It Go

I hated Frozen when I first watched it. Now, I secretly hope the “Let it Go” song is in the charts forever, so I can let its wave of intoxication rush over me.

“The kids love it.”, I say in my defence, as my husband rolls his eyes while his ears bleed.

Got me thinking, perhaps I’m addicted. Smokers amongst you, notice any parallels here?

  1. All the cool crowd think it is amazing. You sit on the sidelines hearing them talk about it. Can it really be as great as they say it is?
  2. First time you try it, you feel nauseous. And the second, and the third. What the hell is the fuss about? This is truly awful.
  3. The cool crowd continues to rave on about it. Surely it must be you who is wrong, not them. After all, they are cool. You persevere.
  4. Suddenly, you can’t imagine life without it.
  5. You breathe it in every time you are around it.
  6. You go out of your way to find little opportunities to experience its hypnotic magic.
  7. It’s utterly inappropriate and unsuitable for someone of your age to be sucked in to this nonsense. It makes it all the more appealing.
  8. You go to watch an assembly. They don’t sing a Frozen song. You feel exactly like you did when you were no longer able to smoke in pubs: unsettled, unnerved, outraged.
  9. The cost of it, and its associated paraphernalia, becomes prohibitive. But hand stitched Elsa dresses, like nicotine patches, just can’t satisfy the craving.
  10. The thought of that time when it is no longer part of your life brings a tear to your eye.

Yet of course it must end, this obsession is unhealthy.

Want to quit? I send you good luck – you’re going to need it. In the meantime, here’s your fix.

Another boring post that I would not bother reading

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Cog x

Lost Voices Part III: Liberation

She faces the kitchen window that sits over the steel-grey sink. Her three, small children play around her feet.

With her hands plunged into the soapy, warm water she looks intently ahead at the smudged glass. She grabs a cloth and gives the window a clean. She smiles at the sight of the lush foliage that she can now see clearly from where she stands. Continue reading

Lost voices Part II: Apathy

She faces the kitchen window that sits over the steel-grey sink. Her three, small children play around her feet.

With her hands plunged into the dirty, warm water of the washing up bowl, she looks distractedly ahead. She is shattered, daydreaming, staring into the lush foliage of the garden that she can see beyond the smudged glass of the kitchen window. Continue reading