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Pop CultureJanuary 12, 2017

Someone get the boom box! Randa on Dirty Girls + ‘Apollo Creed’ Video Premier

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VIDEO PREMIERE: Randa recalls meeting the Dirty Girls and shooting his new video ‘Apollo Creed’.

I gaze up at Amber who has just climbed a 12-foot ladder and is now hugging the top of a palm tree at Papas & Beer, an outdoor night club extravaganza in Rosarito, Mexico. Maybe it’s wrong to appear gleeful – as security guards scurry below, some Jaden Smith brow-game showing concern might be more thoughtful. On second thought, no way. My friend is fearless and passionately invested in living life to the fullest. She’s like a living embodiment of a YOLO tat. Hold up… Amber is gnarly… she is a Dirty Girl.

A year earlier, in August 2015, I’m sitting in bed trying to swallow apple stewed porridge which my mum has kindly been making my crybaby ass for the last ten days. My throat is ulcerated and I’m recovering from glandular fever, AKA ‘mono’ as the American kids say and how I refer to it when explaining to my new internet pal why I may not be well enough to make a music video this coming week.

Amber Willat, leader of Dirty Girls Project has come all the way from Los Angeles to attend a family wedding. Riding along with her is dope guy Sayer Danforth and fellow badass babe, Casey Whitmas. It feels like bad timing; just not enough to keep us from meeting.

We private message via Facebook chat.

“Can we come and visit you?”

“Hell yeah”

One hour later, we’re getting to know each other, taking pictures on 35mm film in my parent’s living room. The energy surrounding the three humans is infectious, the vibes are immediate and I start to feel alive again.

“Can we kidnap you?”

Half an hour later, we are dressed in sniper ghillie suits, hanging out at a Wairau Park swamp shooting a music video for ‘Apollo Creed’.

Dirty Girls Project began as a reaction to the global attention received by Dirty Girls, a short documentary filmed in ’96 that was uploaded to YouTube in 2013. The film follows teen sisters Amber and Harper as they go about high school life in Los Angeles. The siblings are bold, speaking with a unique confidence about their experiences as riot grrls. The message is timeless but it’s one that hits you right in the gut when being explored by eloquent, witty and often hilarious 13 year olds: “Be yourself, and don’t let negativity from others affect your lifestyle and how you share your essence with the world.”

I was super jazzed when the now-adult Amber got in touch. I had come across the Dirty Girls before and felt inspired by their content. Through songwriting, I had been trying to highlight and share a similar ideology and I guess it came across when Long Beach-based videographer Sayer was surfing Vimeo Staff Picks one afternoon. He checked out my visuals for ‘Rangers’, directed by Robert Wallace, and shared it with the Dirty Girls. Months later and the universe had brought us all together IRL.

Over the course of a three day hang out, my new posse and I bonded over fries, creativity and an overnight adventure to Waiheke Island. We stumbled upon a gym and dance teacher who was a lot more interested in us than teaching her tween-age students. Upon instruction, her class put away their hula hoops and showed us their latest hip hop routine.

“Where’s the boom box? Someone get the boom box!”

She was transfixed.

We learnt every step and even got to practice somersaults from mini trampolines onto crash mats as the kids looked on in confusion. “Why are we doing this?” asked one. We visited a horse farm, or what was advertised as a horse farm. We met a family who lived in an old wooden house, the mum allowed us to meet their animals including a super large girl pig named Sweetpea. “Can we ride the pig?” asked Amber. Pig-riding sounds kind of fucked up, but it was incredible. Casey got bucked by a goat and we were on our way.

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I directed everyone to the Red Cross Community Store where we purchased an ’80s board game called Olympigs (tiny pig catapults and high jump bars included). It was here we chose the look for our future band’s album cover. This involved picking outfits for everyone and finding shirts with good slogans: “Party Animal” for Sayer and “Canadian Drinking Team” for Casey. I was a lazy boy with Amber and simply dressed her as Michael Hutchence, her hair being my starting point.

It felt like we were back in the city before we could blink. I was still emitting flu goo from my face cavities but I felt amazing. We returned our suits to Army Surplus and ordered some hot mud mochaccinos. I was woken up with bittersweet goodbye hugs the following day at 6am. I fell back to sleep and when I woke up, it had all felt like a massive dream. And it really was classic Anaheim Disneyland levels of heart warmth, minus the people shouting at their families.


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Pop CultureJanuary 11, 2017

For god’s sake Daddy Pig, get your shit together

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Pete Douglas tries to stage an intervention for poor old Daddy Pig, the bumbling patriarch of the ever popular kids show Peppa Pig.

Before we had our first son I was blissfully unaware of the existence of Peppa Pig, much less the intricacies of the show’s plot and character development. This seems like a lifetime ago from my current vantage point.  Peppa Pig is omnipresent in the world of raising young children. Regardless of whether your kid likes the show or not, someone else’s sprog is almost certainly obsessed. Additionally, the world is full of copious amounts of Peppa-related merchandise from bags, to pencil cases – and of course, toys, including this remarkably sweary Peppa tablet.

For those of you who have managed to dodge this swine-exalting cult disguised as children’s television, here is a run-down: The annoyingly brief (as a parent what can you get done in five minutes? Sweet. Fuck. All.), hugely popular British show centres around Peppa, a precocious, oftentimes frustratingly entitled, four-year-old piglet and her adventures with her family and multi-species friends.

Peppa lives in a nameless town in a house high on a hill (if anyone knows why all homes and significant buildings in Peppa Pig are on hills please get in touch. Is the great flood coming? Do these devious animals know something we and the mainstream media don’t? This is troubling me) with her mother (Mummy Pig), younger brother (dinosaur-obsessed toddler George) and her father, Daddy Pig.

Percival “Percy” Pig, or Daddy as he is nearly always referred to in the show, is a presumably fairly well educated, upper-middle-class professional who works in an office environment as an architect. Fortunately Daddy seems to have the opportunity to spend plenty of time with his young children which is fantastic. He is also portrayed as a bumbling, imbecilic, hopelessly incompetent, cake-pilfering buffoon.

Daddy Pig is the butt of numerous jokes – almost always about his weight, and more often than not is referred to by Peppa and Mummy pig as “Silly Daddy Pig”.

The ignominies in Daddy Pig’s day are numerous and crushing. Aside from being constantly mocked for his stupidity, he is lamentably bad at almost everything that he tries to do. This includes any DIY projects (see the disastrous photo hanging episode in which he removes the whole wall of the house), barbecuing (see the episode where he nearly burns the house down while Mummy pig is at a volunteer firefighter course. She needs her to come and save him and the family).

When not making a pig’s ear of things around the house, this poor bastard is being fat-shamed into oblivion. Daddy Pig is admittedly a big bloke, but the obsession with his weight on the show can only be described as relentless. He is bullied by the family for not being able to do more than two push-ups, told he has a big tummy while Peppa jumps on it, and mocked for not being able to touch his toes.

Worst of all the other parents get in on the act when they try to get Daddy to take part in a fun run that he clearly has no interest in. It’s hard to know whether they are genuinely concerned about his health, or if they simply want to enjoy the mirth of watching this poor out-of-shape hog run until he passes out.

Don’t get me wrong, there are good things about Peppa Pig. It provides some strong women role models – I mean Peppa herself is quite frankly a little shit who thinks she can call all the shots, but at least she is the main character. Mummy Pig appears as a calm and confident parent, who skillfully balances life at home with a career of her own.

Additionally Miss Rabbit  fights the battle against workplace inequality almost single-handedly by doing seemingly EVERY job in the town (this is no hyperbole – her jobs include helicopter pilot, gift shop assistant, aquarium caretaker, supermarket checkout operator, face painter, librarian, bus driver, ice cream seller, theme park ticket booth operator, train driver, recycling centre manager, midwife, nurse, dental nurse, smoothie bar owner, garage sale assistant, Christmas tree seller, Ice skate rink operator, ski hire operator, firefighter, hot air balloon pilot, coach driver, museum gift shop and cafe staff, fair ride operator, airport check in staff and airline cabin crew).

However, I have to wonder what example does Daddy Pig set for modern fatherhood? Basically he lies on the couch a lot, watches a lot of TV, shows gross incompetence in completing even the most menial of tasks, and takes all the abuse and chastising he gets from his family without complaint. Lazy moronic fathers are a cartoon TV staple dating back to Fred Flintstone, but this is a show for little kids set in the 2010s. Have some goddamn self-respect Daddy Pig, you’re embarrassing all of us.

I guess time will tell if Peppa influences and enforces a stereotype of extreme male parental incompetence and idiocy, but in the meantime it couldn’t hurt for Daddy Pig to pull himself together and not be such a doofus all the time