Evening stalker sessions

After a fierce gym session shaking my bumba at soca rumba, I crashed on the couch, netbook out, tv on, duvet wrapped and found myself caught up watching Made in Chelsea. What’s wrong with this picture? A lot of you will say nothing, but the fact of the matter is that we are now living as a nation of shameless stalkers. Reality tv has become so popular and I am sorry to say that I have unashamedly and without resistance been swept along also. I mean is voyeurism even a crime anymore? Is it possible to distinguish between surveillance and spying. Do we have the right to live “private” lives?

Don’t get me wrong this is not me complaining and trying to start a revolt for change. It’s just that I am embarrassed with my actions and joy of watching other people’s day to day activity as if I do not have a life of my own…

You know me: maybe by writing it down I can accept it and begin to change #writingtherapy

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About Plantain Periodicals

Hello! Welcome to the Plantain Periodicals blogs. The name stems from the kitchen moments I had with my friends at university cooking plantain and planning our lives together. I have used this space as a window into my mind and the way I make sense of all my experiences through writing.This is where I share those conversations and moments that happen inside my head as a young woman growing up in 21st century London. Hopefully you'll be entertained and also learn a thing or two. My main blog ad: www.nissiknows.wordpress.com My literature blog: www.plantainperiodicals.wordpress.com NMx
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