How to achieve success and other such life advice

When my family used to go on long car trips together, my dad would make us listen to a book on tape. This book was called 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad.' At the beginning of the tape the narrator explains that this is the story of his two dads and their differing financial situations. Now, these were not two gay dads. This was not an awesome story about one family's battle against discrimination and adversity. Instead, it was a boring story about a young boy who had a poor dad, but his friend had a rich dad, and this rich dad taught the boy all about how to own a business and rake in the cash and whatnot. 

What did I learn from the entire debacle? Nothing. And yet, somehow I have still managed to end up living the high life; employed and rapidly climbing the corporate ladder (in my head). So, in order to help out all those less successful than myself, I have decided to compile a list of tips to help everyone be just like rich dad. 

1. Dress the part.
The age-old adage 'dress to impress' is an important one to follow once you are attending business meetings with international skype calls to the head office in South Korea. The ideal workplace attire would be something like David Bowie meets Macklemore, but it is difficult for me to emulate this personally, because I only own two pairs of pants. So instead I just try to wear neutral tones, and always keep my fingernails trimmed even though it has always been my dream to grow them long enough that I can file them into claws and then take off into the night sky. My hair is another story. Much like Miley Cyrus, my hair can't be tamed. It is as wild as the rugrats were in 'Rugrats go Wild' and every time I try to tie it up I miss enough of the back that I'm pretty much walking around with a jedi plait. For some reason no one ever notifies me about this so it is never until I get home hours later that I realise I have spent all day in the public eye as Obi Wan. 

Me (pictured above) attending a job interview

2. A firm handshake is a superior handshake. 
A fundamental part of employment is asserting your dominance in a business-type scenario. How better to do this than in the ¿handshake?: a widely performed gesture in the working world. It is a rule of the handshake that whoever comes out of it with a still functional hand is the winner, so grip that hand like you are Jack and Rose gripping the bow of the Titanic. If you don't feel their bones being crushed into a fine powder in your grip then you are not clasping tight enough. 

3. Retain your individuality.
The workforce is a cruel place that takes happy-go-lucky free spirited people and changes them into mindless drones. Mostly, we don't even notice that we have forgotten who we are until Mufasa appears in the clouds and tells us. So, look for anything that will keep you unique. Perhaps carry around an ear trumpet, or keep a framed photo of Yoko Ono on your desk. However, if you are born in September be sure to keep that quiet because September is the least unique month. Probably upwards of 90% of the world's population was born in September. A number of years ago I asked my mum why this was. Her response? "It's nine months after new years, if you know what I mean ;)." It was so awkward I never spoke to her again. 

In summary, no one needs to waste hours of their life listening to Rich Dad, Poor Dad. That is something I would not wish upon my worst enemy. Instead, keep these wise words in mind: Life is like monopoly. There are banks, there are houses, there are thimbles. However, unlike monopoly, life is not a game. Unless we are talking about the Game of Life because that is a game. 

Green Living

I have been a vegetarian my entire life. I guess you could say I was very forward-thinking as a baby. I guess you could also say that my parents were vegetarians and that I didn't have any say in the matter. My parents have been vegetarians for as long as I have known them. Back in the motherland, where prion diseases were rampant and at large, they had to quit their meat eating ways in order to survive. Now that they are safely in New Zealand where all of the cows are sane, they have remained vegetarian. I don't know why they never went back to eating meat, I assume it's an old-dog-new-tricks situation. 

Although this was a lifestyle choice that I did not choose, I would not change anything. Vegetarian life has presented me with a great number of benefits. Namely that I never have to eat anything that is bleeding. I have a decreased likelihood of getting the diseases associated with the consumption of animals; colon cancer, rabies, salmonella. No one ever got salmonella from vegetables, they got it from salmon. I have also never been subject to any cognitive dissonance concerning the inner 'I love animals but I love meat' turmoil. 

My grandmother once told me a story about a time when she attempted to make fish head soup in her younger days. I don't know why anyone would ever decide to make fish head soup, it seems like something people should try to avoid doing at all costs, but my grandmother has always been a real OG and lived by her own rules, so there is no telling her what to do. Anyway, she beheaded a fish and began boiling the head in a pot on the stove. As it simmered away she was suddenly stricken with unease. She could not rid herself of the disconcerting feeling that the fish head was looking at her. She stared at the fish head's lifeless eye and it stared back. She continued to stare, transfixed on that unblinking eye with its unyielding gaze. Eventually, my grandmother was unable to continue boiling the fish head and ended up disposing of it, and never making fish head soup again. 

I'm not really sure of the relevance of this story. Perhaps it simply says that I am glad I will never have to eat anything that is watching me. But I feel as though there could be more to it than that. When my grandmother thought that the fish was watching her; forced to acknowledge the undeniable truth that the fish was once a living creature, conscious of it's surroundings, able to experience pain, with an understanding of the world, albeit a limited one, she was unable to follow through with boiling its head. Maybe if there was a cow's head included in every pack of mince at the supermarket, less people would buy them. Probably just because a decapitated cows head would be really disgusting, though. 

Nonetheless, it is probably easier to cook a faceless slab of meat and not acknowledge where it might have come from than to knowingly feast on the butchered remains of Bambi's mum. Perhaps if people knew they were about to chow down on Boxer from Animal Farm or every character from Charlotte's Web, then they would be less inclined to do so. 

All in all, I know that vegetarianism will always be the life for me. If Einstein, Da Vinci, and Russell Brand chose to be vegetarian, then it must be right. Also, Paul McCartney, the eye candy of The Beatles, with his well-known slaughterhouses-with-glass-walls quote. I suppose I will never truly know if I would have been vegetarian now, had i not been raised as such. There is always the possibility that I would have had an insatiable hunger for flesh like those baby tigers that people attempt to domesticate. But instead, as fate decreed, I prefer a diet consisting solely of chickpeas and satsumas. A classic combination.