Social Media: Top 3 Great Points 

While social media is pretty shit in general, people do amazing with it. Here’s my top 3 of things I love about social media.

Giveaways are usually a publicity stunt by companies to gain followers and hopefully customers, but one thing that’s becoming more and more popular are groups and apps for giving away second hand things. Honestly, how great is that? Even food is shared among those who can’t afford it. My favourite is probably the Facebook groups of each town and city, on which people offer used things for either a moderately low amount of money or for free. Have you already joined such groups? It could save you a ton! Or give your unused things to the less fortunate!

Ever wondered how to assemble your PC or how to get stains out of your clothes? Ever wondered how to do a smokey eye or paint landscapes? The internet is the place to find tutorials on anything. I found a tutorial on how to install this generic brand printer on Youtube and I love watching makeup tutorials while busy with sewing or other things (I should probably start to watch more sewing tutorials though). 

Take it a step further and even learn new languages and skills through the internet. You can take exams to test your knowledge on languages after doing independent study in the Netherlands. I’m sure you can acquire a bunch of knowledge and gain “proof” of it. 

Before I buy an expensive make-up product, I check its reviews online. However, you will find that mixed reviews are always the case. While people can generally agree that one product is generally good, there will always be people who hate it. So, find someone whose opinion you can value; someone who seems to agree with you on a lot of things or whom you seem to like and see what they think. For make-up, I tend to lean towards olive skinned MUAs and (generally) independent MUAs.

What are things you like about social media?


    Art Tracing

    Someone had sent me a link to an article explaining and showing that No Game No Life artwork was traced. As you can see, the opinions on this matter are quite diverse. Some people take offensive in this matter and others say it doesn’t matter.

    And in a way, it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter if you think “o my gosh how cool, I wanna draw my characters like that.”

    But if you’re putting your work in an informal place everyone can see them, you should give proper credit. And if you’re actually publishing your work and making profit from it, you should have permission to trace and and actually you shouldn’t trace at all.

    Just a few words I wanted to say.

    Don’t trace.

    the exile

    I’ve been taking up a course on post colonial literature in Manchester. I haven’t done it in the Netherlands, which in the end I’m very happy with because I’ve heard only bad things about the course and the ignorant people who voice their ignorant opinions. I’ve noticed this already on discussing <em>The Book of Negroes/Someone Knows My Name.</em> A girl in class thought that it was not realistic that the main character, a black slave girl, had learnt English and Arithmetic. To that girl and many others who think I alike, I want to say, “please, suck it. You’re ignorant and ‘brainwashed’ by white media and journalism.”
    But I don’t want to dwell on ignorant people. I want to share my opinion on something I’ve learnt in my post colonial literature course, which is the concept of the “exile”.
    The exiled is a term that was used by Edward Said, an American literary critic. I find it hard to define the term, but I relate to it. An exile is someone who has been exiled from their own culture by having another culture forced upon them in the imperial sense or any other sense. It’s more complex than how I just defined it and I will return to revise my definition.

    I am an exile. I’m culturally and socially exiled from my Moroccan/Berber roots and my Dutch/Western surroundings. Growing up, I’ve never been able to connect with the Moroccan social circles in the Netherlands, because the people would bully me or make me feel uncomfortable in other ways. I stopped speaking Moroccan, because I got judged when I made mistakes and I was quite sensitive to those kind of reactions. Another reason I never felt at home in the Moroccan culture is because of the misogyny. As far as I’ve experienced, the Moroccan culture does not appreciate women, at all. I’ve often voiced my thoughts on this at an incredibly young age and the responses I got were terribly disappointing. In Morocco, in my village, I’m like a trousers-wearing alien. I didn’t speak the language well and to most Moroccan people I was like this Westernized fake Moroccan (something which I’ve actually been called a few times).

    I’ve grown up in a culture that I’ve never really helped me develop positively. Yet, the Dutch culture was not very welcoming either. Now, I’ve been discriminated, but I have dealt with prejudice a lot and it gets really tiring. The Netherlands is not keen on Moroccans and it’s become a sort vicious cycle of young Moroccans being delinquents and prejudice developing against all Moroccans. Again, i don’t want to dwell on this. It’s just with my background and many racial and cultural concepts, I’ve never been able to relate completely to my Dutch friends. I’ve always felt like there was this barrier between me and Dutch people. For example, the way my family has its rituals compared to Dutch rituals and habits. When Dutch people in my neighbourhood would have dinner, they’d send me away instead inviting me for dinner. And there are so many other cultural differences, which can lead to awkward conversations like, “Oh, that’s so weird that you do that.”
    Of course, it’s not awful or harmful, but it sets a barrier. I don’t have a cultural home.