Seeing myself as a Ladette on TV turned me into a Lady
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Seeing myself as a Ladette on TV turned me into a Lady
Seeing myself as a Ladette on TV turned me into a Lady
Two years ago, I was a TV star and had achieved a level of fame most people only dream about – the only problem was that I was famous throughout Britain for being loud, drunken and "sluttish".
It had seemed such a good idea at first: my mother was at her wits' end with my behaviour, and the ITV reality show Ladette To Lady was looking for errant young women to reform.
The idea was that a group of us would be subjected to the rigour and discipline of a traditional ladies' finishing school.

Clare Randall, top row, far right, with the reality show contestants

Reformed: Clare now opts for the 'yummy-mummy' look
I thought it was all great fun – like a celebrity going into rehabilitation. And I was perfect for the show: a 24-year-old hairdresser with a taste for revealing clothes, dyed red hair and the proud boast that I could drink a pint of lager quicker than any man.
My trouble on the show started in the second week, when we – the ten "ladettes" – were tasting wine for a dinner party we would be hosting at Eggleston Hall, the country house that was used as the "finishing school".
When it came to drinking, I was the rebel and the champion. The man who was taking the class said I drank enough to kill a rugby team.
The following week,we went to stay at Sir John and Lady Ropner's mansion in North Yorkshire. It was so embarrassing.
Everyone was playing billiards and flinging balls about. I stood on one and fell backwards, my wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other as I went crash, bang, wallop into their antiques.
The fourth week was even worse. We'd been allowed out to the local pub but had to be back by 10pm. Instead, I got drunk and ended up kissing one of the men at the pub.
My official punishment was to be banned from drinking at the show's next big event: a Scottish dancing evening.
But my real, horrifying punishment came in one sentence from Liz Brewer, the London party-planner and socialite who was our etiquette teacher.
Liz introduced me to a hunting friend of Prince Charles with the casual announcement that I was not drinking because I "had a problem with alcohol and got quite sluttish".
I was shocked and embarrassed. I hate confrontations, so I just bit my lip, disappeared into the kitchen and swore to my heart's content.
Liz was my enemy, my nemesis, and – as the TV audience heard – all I wanted to do was bash her over the head.
The final straw was when one of the teachers saw me taking part in a drinking contest in the local pub. It was my execution, my ticket home.
I know it was my own fault that I was expelled, but I cried my eyes out. For weeks afterwards, I tried to drown my sorrows.
But slowly I began to reassess my life, reflect on what I had learned during five weeks of intensive tuition – and cut out the alcohol.
I now know that when I drink I turn into a nasty, promiscuous person.
Liz has said she deliberately provoked me in an attempt to shock me out of my self-destructive behaviour.
If that was her plan, it worked. And my desire to change was strengthened when I watched the show on TV – it was a terrible reminder of how bad I had been.
In fact, if you remember the show, you would never recognise me now.
As I became more sober, my relationship with Tony Vieria, a glazier I met before going on the show, grew closer and more serious.
I began to realise that Tony, who is 29, loved me for who I was. He even gave me an ultimatum: him or the Stella Artois.
I think I drank to cover up my unhappiness and my anxiety.
On August 25, Tony and I will be married in church, and the guest of honour will be Liz Brewer.
Nowadays, the red hair is just a memory and I've swapped my tarty clothes for the "yummy mummy" look. I relax with a glass of water and lavender-scented candles.
Tony and I have a daughter, Madison, who is 18 months old, quiet and happy – nothing like the girl I was.
My reconciliation with Liz came last November when we met for a one-off special Ladette To Lady show.
I felt deeply proud to go back because of what I had achieved. The teachers were so surprised. I couldn't stop smiling. I just wanted them to see that I had redeemed myself. I wanted them to be proud of me.
I learned so much on the show. They taught me that there is more to life than partying.
I can cook and arrange flowers in a vase. I think etiquette is important – and I now know how to act in all sorts of circumstances.
I can't pretend that I'll ever be part of high society, but I'll always have the skills I acquired on the show.
I may not be wealthy or live in a nice country house, but I would certainly describe myself as a lady. I am no longer a ladette.
But I still managed to shock Liz one last time. When we met for the one-off show, I walked straight up to her and said: "I have so much to thank you for. You have changed my life."
Liz said: "When did the penny drop?" I think she expected me to offer a polite but vague explanation. Instead, I replied: "When you called me a slut in front of five million viewers."►My blog / Your Blog
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Wife : "I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars."
Husband : "How about the ones like mine?"
Wife : "Those they gave away."
Husband : "I had a dream too...I dreamt they were auctioning off pussy. The pretty ones went for a thousand dollars, and the little tight ones went for two thousand."
Wife : "And how much for the ones like mine?"
Husband : "That's where they held the auction."
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- 29th-July-2007 #2
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Wow. That's an idea....
- 29th-July-2007 #3
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Dear Clare,
you want me to care.
I don't.
You are still hogging limelight and exhibiting yourself as someone interesting.
You are not.
When you have repaired all the damage you have done to others with your oh so friggin' superior, empowered shankiness, come back and ask to have my attention.
Until then, fuck off.
- 29th-July-2007 #4
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Don't those females in the group picture remind you of the skanks who do "Night Calls UK "on the Playboy Channel?
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I avoid TV with rare exception. Thus, I have no idea what you're asking LoL
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Wife : "I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars."
Husband : "How about the ones like mine?"
Wife : "Those they gave away."
Husband : "I had a dream too...I dreamt they were auctioning off pussy. The pretty ones went for a thousand dollars, and the little tight ones went for two thousand."
Wife : "And how much for the ones like mine?"
Husband : "That's where they held the auction."
- 30th-July-2007 #6
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Maybe she can get her hymen surgically reattached, rearrange her wedding day for prior to her childs birth..
Once a slag, always a slag, you cant turn the clock back, they dont get better with age and reminding the world of your past slag status is not the best way of proving the point you want to make.. Which is that you now think you are a cunt, sorry, cut above..
Judging from the dates mentioned here she was likely pregnant while doing the show.. While boasting about drinking enough to kill a rugby team.. Well, thats nice bit of news for a "lady" to be boasting about.. And here is me thinking one of the hallmarks of the lady was "discretion"??
Perhaps it comes as a surprise to her that her 18 month old daughter is not yet showing signs of drunkeness and promiscuity..
Stupidity seems to be a feature of the average slag and is well exhibited in this classic example..
"Look at me, I am drunken slag", seems to have been replaced with "look at me, I used to be a drunken slag, while I was pregnant.. but now I am fucking super.."
Only now she is not quite understanding that maybe she is drawing attention to her failure to get the idea that the average lady is perhaps more careful to get the wedding and the child in the correct sequence.. And maybe judging from the dates, is the actual father aware?
Right, so not hanging your tits out and being able to stick a few flowers in a vase suddenly evelates a slapper to lady status?
Fuck me, standards these days!!
I reckon she is bored, missing her slapper days..
Look forward to the next instalment after the wedding and divorce when she gets to relive her slapper days with some more attention-seeking and drunken promiscuity..
And, as a final note, why the fuck is she applauding the woman who gave this slag the TV attention she needs as the one who sorted her out?
Clearly, hubby-to-be gave her what she needed when he made her quit the booze!
Well, dont expect a fucking slag to give a bloke any credit due when there is another tart to arselick to in the hope of some more TV and media showtime..
- 30th-July-2007 #7
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You know, I saw this completely differently. She was on a completely self-destructive path, and being on the show and the things that happened to her helped her get to rock bottom. She made a decision to change her life, and she has - for the better.
I see someone who acknowledges that her prior behavior was wrong, changed it, and acknowledged that she deserved the treatment she got. She grew up.
No one can make another person quit a behavior, especially an addiction. I happen to know that one from experience. I get told I'm a good woman, but I wasn't always like this. I was influenced by feminism, as most women are. I bought into the lies. I believed women were oppressed. I believed men were potential rapists.
I no longer believe those things, of course, and it didn't take anything as drastic to make me change, but there's no way I can condemn anyone for past mistakes if they show evidence of positive change.
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KellyMac, that pretty much sums up my perception of this article too. I figured it was a 'confession' of sorts, that this over-hyped ladette culture we see girls all wanting to adopt is just a waste of time.
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Wife : "I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars."
Husband : "How about the ones like mine?"
Wife : "Those they gave away."
Husband : "I had a dream too...I dreamt they were auctioning off pussy. The pretty ones went for a thousand dollars, and the little tight ones went for two thousand."
Wife : "And how much for the ones like mine?"
Husband : "That's where they held the auction."
- 30th-July-2007 #9
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I agree that people grow up and mature. I think it's kind of normal for a young person to party a lot, but when they're older or they have kids and still partying all of the time then it's gross. I didn't notice the age of her child coinciding with her drinking. That's sad, but hopefully the kid is okay and I am glad she cleaned up her act.
- 31st-July-2007 #10
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From what I have noted about women, especially those in my own personal life, this woman has just experienced the natural processes of what folk here have called "growing up".. (A temporary stage usually before they slide back into self-obsessiveness!)
She is my opinion, neither a better or worse person that she was before, she has reacted to her environment and is just as boring and up her own as a "yummy mummy" as she was as a "ladette".. Being a ladette is not something really dreadful, its not like she was rolling in the gutters of the streets dying of liver failure with her knickers round her ankles after a drug-fuelled 5 man train in a strip bar... She just had a few beers, like a "normal" woman of that age, kissed some geezer and got called a slut, hardly what i would define as "rock bottom" and hardly worth the exagerrated media.. But I guess that a womans "feelings" are far more important than sense of realism.. As for drinking enough to kill a rugby team, well, my son has been noted to guzzle a pint of vodka and 20 beers and alcopops in a night with no obvious ill effects, then play a good game the next morning (3 hours later) if you can drink, you can drink.. No need to alert the fucking media.. As John Cleese once said, "if I farted in Regents Street, it would be worth a few lines in the Daily Mirror"..
What made me roll my eyes was that she is failing to recognise the impact that being pregnant, having a child and being in a relationship with a man who cares for her has had on her..
She seems to think that a single moment, a single word, has changed her life..
Hmm! how very feminine! Women are forever seeking to recreate themselves based on minor events..
How many times have I heard women claim they are making "fresh starts"? Seems to be a permanent condition of perpetual "fresh starts" that women go through, forever attempting to throw away their history and re-invent themselves..
I say the natural events of motherhood etc are what really made her change, but of course such obvious things dont make good girlie media..
I look forward to the next predictable phase in the classic post-modern tarts life-cycle..
The divorce..
Once she has sprogged her quota and got bored of the bloke, no doubt another single life-changing little detail will prompt the next phase..
Once a slag, always a slag..
Its like alcoholism and drug addiction, there is always a tendancy to go striaght back there when the things that led you out are no longer working their magic..
Women seem highly likely to go through a "settled" phase, usually in their mid to late 20's.. Many slip back when they have done their pro-creative bit and hubby seems no longer to be suiting their changing "needs"..
Good luck to this "lady.."
Its like Alexie Sale once said about those folk who run to the media with similar stories..
"Look at me, I have stopped sticking my dick in the food liquidiser.. aren't I clever..?"
Stopping doing something stupid, does not make you suddenly smart..
The media obsession with elavating the lives of insignificant folk (usually female) to celebrity is making art of banality..
But it still does not hit me as being quite so relevant to the lives of other people as say, someone discovering a cure for cancer..
"Me Me" culture is alive and kicking.. And still seems to appeal to the predominatley female audience..
- 31st-July-2007 #11
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I guess old-fashioned ideas like repentance and restitution aren't needed anymore...
Modesty? Humility? doesn't sell enough ad timeFeminism = Fear + Flattery
- 31st-July-2007 #12
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Indeed, its all about selling ad time, which is in turn about selling something else.. Maybe cookery books or something, or flower arrangement classes..
I wonder, when was the single moment of shame that stopped me from living a life of depravity?
Hmm! Cant really think of one, perhaps I was always too proud of my exploits..
Maybe it was the love of a good herd of sheep that led me off the streets..
- 31st-July-2007 #13
- 1st-August-2007 #14
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These days, the chance would be a fine thing!

Too few tales of shame in the last year..!
Let me think... I went through a "long legs are everything" phase..
Hmm! there was the 6 ft school mistress with legs that went all the way to heaven.. Now, she would have been great, but she was far too willing for my liking.. I put in a token effort.. few hours of flange pummelling, bj's and assorted soxiante neuf style activities before heading back home for a liesurely porn surf.. After wiping the blood off my sword and wondering if I had just caught aids or something..
She had not been spiked for some time (women i meet are generally just coming out of a period of prolonged celibacy, lets face it, they have to be to not see me coming a mile off and to not recognise the classic grin of a premier league pork duke maniac..!
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I went down the clinic for the old umbrella treatment and a course of antibiotics..
Then, the most recent horror, the 6 ft 20 stone heifer who did pretty much the same thing, anounced the end to 2 years of celibacy by getting ruptured by the footlong..
Sad really...
The previous year, i thought that was bad, only did about 15 or so.. Felt like I had no sex life whatsoever!
I suppose, being sort of settled down these days with a couple of lesbian breeders in their 20's depravity seems sort of, innapropriate really..
Still, I do miss it sometimes!
(Till I think of the cotton buds going down my 3rd eye, the admissions to the mental wards, and the fact that, its just not that much fun as it used to be!)
Aye.. Life seems empty!
- 1st-August-2007 #15
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I can accept that people can change. When they stop bashing their head against the wall; when they are thouroughly fed up with what they have been doing; when they find and understand that they can.
It takes effort to change.
But what they have done, the damage they have caused, cannot simply be 'put behind them'. There are consequences.
Damage has to be repaired - as much as it can be. Restitution is needed. Reparation is called for. Punishments are necessary for egregious harm.
The world is awash with Feminazis and mangina fellow-travellers that have caused huge harm. Men's lives have been ruined. Children have been parted from their fathers. Families have been destroyed. The dispossessed are everywhere.
This particular woman is a mere symptom, rather than a specific cause, as far as we know. But she has taken part in the sort of me, me, me behaviour that leaves a wake of damage, lessons in crassness that younger women copy, a smell that lingers like stale perfume.
For those people, men and women, with social power, who have been murdering our society, I have no real concern about them changing, anymore than I would look to a Hitler changing. They must pay. Personally. Fully.
For this woman I say, fuck off and come back when you have deserved consideration. For the others, their total destruction is what would satisfy me. For them, Billy's Jesus's millstone.
Even Christ got angry.
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