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Bubblin Dublin!







Having the best day in Bubblin Dublin! To see where I’ve been today check out my foursquare (okhipster) and my instagram is of course w basically all these pictures as well.

We also shot a quick video at Guinness haha https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owbDvdOl45E&feature=youtube_gdata_player



PANTS (Raising Gender)

Se en animation jag gjort 🙂

To be continued…


Refocus your ears

If you’re not careful, you will hear Society tell you to be many things at once. And some times it’s best not to listen. Close your ears and eyes, turn them inwards and hear what your mind and heart tells you.

Here’s a touching song, that gives a perspective on how media and people are forcing ideals on girls and women. You may say it’s easy to ignore. It’s a stupid ad/article/song/music video/story/etc… that this does not affect you and only affects people who are looking for trouble/attention/etc (or however a justifying sentence you can come up with might sound) but the truth is: It hits us all and we are all here to struggle with expectations, or general ideas of how we’re supposed to be. Because Society speaks louder to us, than any loved one ever did. And I hope for everyone out there, you’ll refocus what you hear and who speaks to you.

It’s bullshit! Don’t listen to it. Find medias and people who will encourage you to prosper and love yourself and others, for who they are. Even if what they do, is listen to Society a little too much… you’ll learn and pass it on by being you.

This one goes out to all girls and women, who in their struggle with society, struggle with themselves even harder ❀


I Know Girls (Body Love) by Mary Lambert

I know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept
That our bodies are fallible and flawed
but when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn’t it the same thing as purging,
because we’re so obsessed with death,
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue,
Still proceeding to put on make-up,
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes,
and handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
Into our skin
I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
but the time has come for us to
Reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral,
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
“I only know how to exist when I’m wanted”
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
We’re used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good
You did good.
(I know I am because I said am, my body is home)
So try this
Take your hands over your bumpy love body naked
and remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife Anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
but the tops were just ashy remains,
I wonder what it’s like to come back from that
Sometimes i feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most Beautiful things
I’ve ever seen
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember,
This is important:
You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
In the shadows, more than a man’s whim
or your father’s mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C,
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood;
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out:

Grönsaksdröm – recept

JÀttesnabb och sund mat, lÀtt som en plÀtt i ugnen! SmÀlter pÄ tungen!
SkÀr upp allt i smÄ bitar, blanda med lite buljong, olja och krydd. I fat, i ugn. FÀrdigt.

  1. Morot
  2. Paket Feta
  3. En relativt liten purjolök
  4. Halv lök
  5. Önskat mĂ€ngd av vitlök
  6. 3/4 av relativt liten/normal paprika av önskat fÀrg
  7. NĂ„gra Selleri, typ 4
  8. ca. 200-250g kött av egen val. Jag körte 225g chorizo idag

Du kan sjĂ€lvklart blanda upp vilka grönsaker som helst –
Kör i ugnen i typ 30 minuter pÄ 225c, dra ut, ta pÄ 1dl creme fraiche pÄ toppen, in igen i 5 minuter. Ta-daa lÀtt som en plÀtt! KÀka upp med kokt fullkornspasta eller ris till.

Och om du inte har sett kvĂ€llens Uppdrag Granskning kring “MĂ€n som NĂ€thatar Kvinnor”, sĂ„ gör det NU för jag Ă€r sĂ„ rörd och upprört som helst efter ha sett det programmet. Vilken kamp vi mĂ„ste kĂ€mpa. Allihop.
Följer sĂ„ mycket bra reaktion pĂ„ twitter – wippiiii – hoppas pĂ„ bra debatt kring polisen och andra institutioner. Ansvaret för anmĂ€lan som görs och hur vi kommer Ă„t hatarna sĂ„ de kan sluta, bli bĂ€ttre mĂ€nniskor och kanske Ă€ven debattörer.

One couldn’t work in high-heels – until women acquired them

Men wore heels, then women, then no one, then porn stars, then you.

The interesting, quick and unexpected read of today: The history of high heels.

Reason 1: It’s always interesting how definitions of masculinity and femininity shifts through the acquiring of certain qualities of behavioral or material nature. The fight for pertaining integrity and the power to define one’s domination of either gender or class.

Reason 2: The identifying of the elite and the qualities one “must” internalize to be part of it, is interesting. How the distinction is made, for which reasons etc. are telling of the societal context. The need for distinction from other groups, the fight for the right to be a certain identity is interesting as well. The most contemporary one is defining and identifying the Hipster, which I think is endlessly interesting.


Reality: It’s (not) a binary world

We live in binaries: Male/Female, Good/Bad, Gay/Straight, Beautiful/Ugly, Right/Wrong etc.

It’s natural for us to perceive and express reality in these binaries, we can’t avoid it. Anyone being asked if they’re 100% one or other thing, will in many cases begin elaborating and explaining their own complexity. Yet in the case of talking about others, whom are strangers or unfamiliar to us, we can find ourselves oversimplifying them – stereotyping them.

These stereotypes are given socially constructed qualities, as well. Usually spoken of as ‘prejudice’.

Often I see jokes made on the stereotypes(Yees, I make them too). With punchlines living off the qualities of the stereotype, the prejudice. Punchlines told on the expense of a weaker entity – probably a group of people in society. So in the jokes, the racist, sexist, homophobic, classist, elitist, what have you-ist in you is exposed – with humor as a shield, one can’t be associated with being any of the said -isms. Which make sit tricky for me to address them, when they flow past my ears or roll in front of my eyes. Do you address such jokes? And what approach do you take? The times I’ve approached people on their ‘jokes’ they think I misunderstood, or just didn’t ‘get the joke’ – how can I come past this situation?
One can tell a lot about a person, by the jokes they tell.

Today’s blog comes with a message: Give yourself the benefit of seeing the complexity of the world. Don’t get stuck in the binaries and let people around you unfold as full personalities. Not as someone that lacks in one thing, and has surplus in another.

I believe it’s healthy to stop up once in a while and rethink my inner landscape of binaries. Which of these stereotypes do I mention in my daily life? How do I mention them? Does this show respect? Am I being just to their complexity and nuances? Do I acknowledge there are people, whom are a part of this polarized scale? As Io mentions in her TED talk, most people are found between the two ends of a scale Gay/Straight, I’ll find more people in the “/” than in the two terms! Just like my life happens in the dash of my birth year and my death year 😉

An element of a whole doesn’t make a stereotype, and a stereotype is not found in reality.

Watch this video on sexuality and gender, made by the Vlogbrothers. It is a good introductory explanation of the complex nature of men and women.