Like A Girl

Today I watched this video and was blown away by it’s truthfulness. I’m guessing that at some point in their life, every girl has been told she does something ‘like a girl’ – and it’s meant as an insult. Growing up with two older brothers meant I heard those words quite a lot. If I failed to catch something it was ‘you’re such a girl’; if my throwing didn’t reach the target it was because I ‘threw it like a girl’. And you know what, I do throw badly, and I struggle to catch things – but I don’t think it’s because I lack a Y chromosome. I think it’s because I never practised, I never tried to catch things because I was told that being a girl made me incapable of doing it right. It’s strange how a few words can have such an affect on us right? So here are some more to push back against them: watch the video – it’s good.



Major Man-Fluing

I spent last night trying to contend with what I so beautifully described to Katie this morning as ‘an avalanche of snot’. This is a lifestyle blog yes, so I’m afraid you’ll have to listen to the not so pretty parts of life too. Basically, I’m man fluing. I’ve been brought up in a house where a cold is not valued as an ‘illness’ and more of a ‘minor setback’, so when I woke up this morning and cried to my mum that I didn’t think I could go into college today so told me that I should get on with it. I’m a Maggs and apparently that means that illness doesn’t affect me. So I went off to college … and came home again after three hours because my psychology teacher told me I looked terrible and he didn’t want my germs in his lesson (it was said in a caring way if that makes it better). The rest of the day has been divided between sleeping, drinking tea and making my way through several tissue boxes (ew gross).

Seemed like I was going to have a pretty rubbish day UNTIL I remembered the new Cadbury’s advert which kind of gets me in hysterics every time I see it. I think it has something to do with the man in it looking very much like a guy I used to work in a similar office with. I like to think this is what he does when no one else is around.


About, A Boat And A Completely Unrelated Post

Firstly, we’ve edited our About page! It’s so much prettier now and very much an improvement on the last one! Head over and take a look, you might learn somethings you didn’t know! If you have any other questions you’d like us to answer, comment on the page and we’ll get back to you.

Anyway, back to this post (can we all just appreciate the lack of digression in that link, eh? Also, the fact that I just used the word digression).

Who’s a fan of YouTube? I’m not talking about cats playing with printers here, (though that one is pretty good) but the people who have made it their actual job to sit in front of a camera and ramble on for our enjoyment. Obviously, there’s all the really popular ones like Daily Grace, whose hair always seems to be absolutely perfect every single damn day; Tyler Oakley, who my mum thinks is on drugs because he “talks too fast to be natural” and Zoella*various numbers* who I’m still subscribed to despite the fact that I don’t give a shit about make-up.

Amongst the other people I’m subscribed to, they’re all pretty good – apart from one person *ahem*, but we won’t go into that. But my actual favourite is Sawyer Hartman. His are the videos that I see and squeal a a lot little bit. If you’ve never seen any of his videos, he does a collection of short films. Most of them are little sketches, like you used to make when you were little, just a lot better quality. But the ones I really like are his ‘Thru My Eyes’ videos.

Once you’ve excused the spelling, you’re free to fall into a world of slow motion and beautiful scenery. They’re literally the most gorgeous things ever and the perfect thing to watch when you want to pretend you’re not really sitting in rainy, grey England. Here’s my collection of favourites:

Who are your favourite YouTubers?

Also, last night I had a dream that I was a boat. Like an actual boat. Just thought you’d like to know …



7 Tips to Improve Your Mood

I’ve had a pretty rubbish day.

Well, okay, that may be a bit of an overstatment, but it still has left me feeling pretty … ‘urghh’ – I believe that is the technical term.

The main reason that I went into my old sixth form today (I was forced to drop out due to illness, but I’m planning to go back in September) because I’m starting an EPQ course. After waiting around for what felt like AGES, I had a 5 minute chat with a teacher, then spent the next hour and a half sitting round distracting my friends from doing actual work. But what really ruined my mood was when one of my friends mentioned the Sixth-Form Ball at the end of the year and I realised that all of my friends are getting all dressed up and going together. Without me. Bad times.

So I’ve sat here and moped for a bit, then decided to turn to my good friend Google. He’s great isn’t he? And I found this:

‘Seven tips for making yourself happy in the next hour’

7 things

Boost Your Energy:

The suggestion for this was to go for a ten-minute walk, but I have blisters on my feet from the walk home from college this afternoon so I opted for a few minutes on the swing in my garden instead … it started as fun, but then I found that I’m a lot bigger now than I used to be and every time I swing backwards, I hit a tree. And I now feel slightly sick too.

Reach Out to Friends:

I just sent a text to my best friend in high school. She went to a different college to me and we’ve grown apart a little, though we still meet up every month. She hasn’t replied … this is going well.

Rid Yourself of a Nagging Task:

Two copies of my CV have been printed off, ready to be taken to their new homes tomorrow morning. I’ve been meaning to do this for months!

Create a Calmer Environment:

My desk now has space for me to actually put my laptop on, so I don’t just have to jam my legs against the edge of the table and balance it on the top of my knees. That has improved my mood because that position is both precarious and incredibly painful.

Lay the Groundwork For Some Future Fun:

Found a possible pair of shoes for my bridesmaid duties at my brother’s wedding, not sure if I really like them though, and I now have a headache coming on …

Do a Good Deed:

I would have had to do it anyway, but I made a requested paper rose for my mum. She said it was too small. Now I’m angry too.

Act Happy:

Apparently fake smiling can improve your mood. It hasn’t.

So that didn’t really work did it? I think that on any other day this would have made me happier – today I’m just in an intense foul mood that nothing will cure except curling up in bed with chocolate and a good supply of YouTube videos. But I can’t do that. I’m off to make a bigger paper rose …