WhateverWednesday #19

You know how in interviews people always ask celebrities what they like most about their body and what they absolutly hate?

Well, I was thinking what my answer would be for the second question. The what do I hate question.

And it isn’t the obvious answer like my stomach or my face. My answer would honestly be my eyebrows. They always say how your eyebrows are supposed to be sisters not twins. You know, because they aren’t supposed to look identical. But really my eyebrows are hardly sisters. They’re like sisters from a different mister. They have the same mom, but their dads couldn’t be more opposite. 

But, whatever.

Have a nice wednesday.

WhateverWednesday #18

There’s something I don’t understand. I know, I know. I don’t understand a lot of things. I get it. Here’s what I don’t understand. I love watching movies. I go to the cinema every change I get. But you have this particular scene in almost every action movie. It’s the scene where the good guy runs up the stairs to escape a situation, catch the bad guy, outrun his enemy. It can be almost anything. The good guys love running up stairs. It always looks good.
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But how do they run up a gazillion stairs without a drop of sweat running down their face? How can they run up a gazillion stairs and still breath? I look like I’m having an asthma attack every time I WALK up a TEN step stairs. Am I doing something wrong?

But whatever.

Have a nice Wednesday.

WhateverWednesday #17

I can’t wait to have kids.

I mean, I’m only 20 years old, so I’m in no hurry.
The thing is, I really want my hypothetical kids to get to that age that they start asking questions. Well, one particular question. I can’t wait until my kids ask me where babies come from…
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I’m just going to run to the grocery store, buy myself a big-ass melon, run back home, get a needle and give the needle and the melon to my kids. Then all I’ll say is: “Get that melon through the eye of the needle without damaging it and I’ll tell you.”
Then I’ll just walk away slowly.

I’m going to be the best and coolest mom ever and my hypothetical kids will hate me for it! I can’t wait.

But, whatever.

Have a nice Wednesday.

WhateverWednesday #16

Just a quick warning, if you’re one of those people that’s sick of all the feminist opinions and stuff, first of all you’re an idiot, second of all you might not want to read this post. The truth is I just really need to get this of my chest.

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I’ve already told you that soccer is a big thing in my family and that the FIFA Women’s World Cup is taking place in Canada right now. The Dutch female soccer team was defeated by the Japanese team yesterday, which was a bummer, but that’s not what I want to talk about.
I’ve stayed up just so I could watch the games to support our lionesses (which is the name for the Dutch female soccer team). The thing that really bothered me, though, is the Dutch commentator. (Just a quick disclaimer: This might be something that only happens in the Netherlands.)
First of all it’s a man that commentates the games, which is fine with me. I have nothing against that, but if this commentator can only talk about male soccer players, while the female team is playing, I get annoyed. He kept comparing the girls to male soccer players. Every time they did something amazing he had some other male player to compare them to. The new Lionel Messi. She reminds me of Robben. Just like van Persie. Why do we need to make comparisons? Aren’t these girls amazing players in their own right? Why do they need to be compared to some other players? Is that the only way their achievements are valid? To be honest it really pisses me off.
I was already pretty irritated when our commentator started talking about the marital status of some of the Japanese players. He was talking about one Japanese player that has a new name on her shirt because she got married. That’s fine. Congratulations to her! But then he kept talking about it. Eventually he was talking about someone’s sister who wasn’t married. I don’t know. By then I was trying to block his constant annoying comments. What does any of this have to do with the actual game?
It’s probably clear that I’m still pretty pissed. I don’t know if this is just something that only Dutch commentators do, but I really don’t think I can listen to any more games.

Is it really that spectacular that women can do things just as well as men, sometimes maybe even better?

To our Dutch commentator I would like to say: “Whatever!”

Have a nice Wednesday.

WhateverWednesday #14

I saw this amazing teabag thingie you can use to make tea.
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First of all, I want this so much! I really need this in my life. Second of all, it looks like this guy is shitting his pants. You can just see the satisfaction on his face. He’s all like: “Yes, I’m taking a relaxing bath and yes, I know I’m shitting my pants.” The thing is, he does it with such confidence. I can respect that.
(Okay, in my head this teabag thingie just turned into a real guy. It’s just a plastic person! Calm down.)
But just think how it would look if you had green tea. It would literally look like some guy was peeing in your tea. I just love it!

I don’t know if this post made sense at all. I had another exam today and I’m practically braindead right now. But whatever.

Have a nice Wednesday

WhateverWednesday #13

This week and the next couple weeks I have finals. It’s always difficult to get myself to study. I’m the type of person that reads my notes once or twice and that’s it. It just sorta sticks in my brain, but only for a limited amount of time. I had one exam today and right now I probably know 80% of all the things I had to know for the exam. Tomorrow, that percentage will have dropped to maybe 30%. And next week I’ll only remember the fun facts that nobody cares about. (Did you know that Shakespeare had his own theater called the Globe?) I have my own Control + Alt + Delete button in my brain.
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Isn’t that what our school systems are teaching us, though? To remember these things for the exam, only to delete everything from our brain the moment the exam is done? Over the years my short term memory has really improved. I can read an entire book the night before an exam and pass with ease, but don’t ask me what the book was about the next morning. I wouldn’t know. My brain only really remembers the things that made an impression. The things that I found interesting, but if you don’t think that school is interesting, then what? There are other ways to learn than reading books. There are more fun ways to learn.
I don’t think I’m the right person to complain about these type of things. For the most part, I really like school. I find almost everything interesting and studying comes easy to me. I just think that we should start exploring what other ways there are that we can teach kids about the world. Not all knowledge is found in books.
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But what do I know right? Whatever.

Have a nice Wednesday.