
Kristen Wiig, I love you.
After a seemingly rapid rise to success in the comedy world Kristen Wiig has another accolade to add to the list since the success of Bridesmaids. GQ has made Wiig an honourary bro!
Bro of the year? Dude! Congrats man! Major fist pump action.
Only…what does it mean that GQ couldn’t think of a better compliment for a funny woman than to award her some kind of frat-boy status?
Call me crazy but doesn’t
GQ like to style itself as kind of classy? The thinking man’s
Nuts, if you will. A magazine that often has a man on the cover, looking all suave, doing his best suited and booted Bond impression (you know, looking up as he fastens a button on his suit, or looking up as he straightens his cuff, examples
here,
here,
here and
here) (and
here)
Fine, yes you can wear suit and still appreciate the idiom of college age guys. It’s not really the choice of epithet for this award I have any problem with. It’s the message awarding it to a woman gives. A woman who has achieved her popularity and recognition by being talented and funny.

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Squeamish's resident mature student Sue's studies are going well. If only she could get her glasses prescription right...
Half term has been and gone, I blinked and missed it. In fact I didn’t blink much at all due to the matchsticks holding my eyelids open whilst I completed my History, English and Sociology Assignments! They were quite involved and I wanted to get on with them to give me a breather between the finish of one lot and the start of the next; so I was a bit put out to find that the nearer we got to the deadline, the more help we were given. The dilemma being if you leave it for long enough, you will receive enough hand outs to virtually write the thing for you, but you have no time in which to write it because by then the next assignment is being handed out.
Animatronics are out creepily singing festive songs and rolling their unseeing eyes in shopping centres. Students are trussed up in elf costumes luring small children into Santa’s grotto and celebrities you’ve never heard of are flicking switches left right and centre, bathing towns and cities in twinkly lights. Christmas is coming.
But it’s not actually Christmas until the 25th of December not only are the shops flogging sequinned garments, but you are looking at said items and thinking; ‘ooh, that’s quite nice’. The cynical amongst you will say ‘yes, well that’s only natural if you’re lambasted with the sight of any fashion trend long enough you’ll start to like it’ and I would agree with you. We all remember wet look leggings.