Yes! Hobbies are so important. There are a lot of random things you can do that keep you engaged and just make you feel so much more satisfied and fulfilled in your life!
Reading is probably one of my favorite things to do ever, and if anyone is specifically interested in books that are by women and about women, this post that I made a little while ago has 51 book recs in that category! Also if anyone just wants to talk about books feel free to hit me up, I’ve always got tons more recs for other people and am always happy to receive them as well! I just started reading The Forgotten Queens of Islam by Fatima Mernissi and am loving it so far.
Also, here’s a couple of my more unusual hobbies:
I love making stained glass! I’m not a super artsy person, but I’ve found that making stained glass patterns is much easier for me than drawing or painting, and I love cutting and grinding the glass and putting the pieces together and being able to hold it in my hands after and put it up in windows! Having something physical that you made is a super satisfying thing. (my profile pic is a piece I made last summer)
Ice skating! I’ve figure skated on and off since I was young, and these days I make it a point to head to the rink about once a week to just glide around and rock out to whatever music they’re playing and attempt jumps without falling on my butt lol. It’s also a really fun way to stay fit!
There’s just so many different things you can do! Whether what you do is commonplace or unique, just find what works for you and have fun with it!
I think one thing me and other girls my age are missing out are good, creative hobbies that don't revolve around media consumption - do you have any advice on picking up a hobby? It can be specific to things you enjoy in particular or not.
Try it.
Just try it.
Then collect hobbies like anything else.
I saw a girl post a cross-stitch on insta, thought “I could learn that”, bought the stuff then learned it in a week. I churned out so many. Now, I go back to it maybe once a year.
I bought canvases and paints and just started copying other art I saw until it looked about the same. I paint when the urge strikes, every other month?
My friend asked if I wanted to join a rec league with him. I’ve never played the sport before. I said yes. I’m liking it, but not love. I probably won’t go back. I’ll probably try another.
I got bored of cooking, so I started following complex and detailed foreign recipes to make it engaging and fun. I’m learning something new every night.
I watch every new horror movie that comes out on netflix. I have a routine around it - face masks, snacks, lighting. It’s my own indulgence.
I buy a new book every time I fly somewhere. I’m collecting novels on a big shelf. I grab things on crazy topics, whatever I’m curious about. “We’re witches real healers?” Bought a book. “What does death look like in other cultures?” Bought a book.
Just do stuff. You don’t have to love everything. You don’t have to do it every day. Just try things, and say yes to experiences, and pursue every fleeting passion. Get hyper obsessed for one week, dive deep, and then abandon it for a year. Rinse, repeat. It keeps you busy, engaged, learning, and your mind active.
I love hobbies!
This is very cool and I’d love to take a look at that movie but does anyone know where I can find it with English subtitles? Or if not, I saw something about it being produced with French subtitles - couldn’t find that one either - but that would work too
Full entry (with footnotes) here. Book here. Patreon here. Art notes and whatnot after the cut - but real quick:
Yes, she already has her own animated princess movie. It’s not in English. It was posted in full by the animation studio here, so I hope it’s okay to embed it:
This version seemingly takes some liberties. Her uncle is in league with some shadow demon, there’s a talking dog, and her horse turns into this fiery magic flying creature…? I don’t know.
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one time I was in new york city and I walked into a random store at 7pm and I saw someone that looked familiar, but I thought, no way. but then we were in the same aisle and he looked at me the same way I looked at him, like, ‘I know you’. it took us a moment to recognize each other since it had been a few years but we were friends in my freshman year of college.
when I was a teenager I made some friends on a cruise and the night before the cruise ended I realized I hadn’t gotten their contact info, so I spent a while scouring the decks for them, and didn’t succeed. two days later I figured I would never see them again, and then we ran into each other in a market in Athens. in a city of more than half a million people, we happened to cross paths.
as a kid I had a friend, and then our moms met and recognized each other - turned out she and I had gone to the same daycare, and had even had little playdates as one-year-olds.
these things never cease to amaze me.
excuse me if this makes very little sense as i have been drinking and it is almost eleven pm on a wednesday but today i walked into my favourite cafe and the frenchman who makes my coffee, didier, told me about how he had just discovered that the woman who had left as I came in happened to live on the same street as his brother, “isn’t the world remarkable?” he said to me. I laughed, “don’t you wonder about how many people you meet on a daily basis that you have something in common with without realising?”
Tonight I had beers with a couple of guys, they were old friends. “How long have you known each other?” I asked. They laughed, “guess!” Turns our they shared a wetnurse, a connection their mothers didn’t discover until they became friends years later.
As I walked to the train I texted my housemate to ask where she was, if she wanted to meet up before we headed home. Suddenly I heard my name called as she ran across the station towards me. “Oh how strange, I just messaged you!”
Sometimes the world feels very large and our differences seem unbridgeable. Other days we run into one another over and over again, and I am glad to recognise friends.
I just saw a post where someone replied “that’s rough buddy” in reference to a character’s love problems and I think it’s hilarious that we all know exactly what’s being referenced here
Technically, ice is a mineral. Minerals are defined by the presence of a uniform chemical composition and a regular crystalline structure. (Ice has a hexagonal structure, due to the polar nature of water molecules!)
A rock is typically defined as an aggregate of one or more minerals.
this is terrifying and beautiful
Crystal clear ice of the frozen Baikal Lake
Yeah, have any of you read The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter? (It’s the first book in a series called The Extraordinary Adventures of the Athena Club.) The series features a blend of characters (specifically female characters) from 1800s stories such as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Sherlock Holmes, Frankenstein, Dracula, The Island of Doctor Moreau, Rapaccini’s Daughter, Carmilla, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Great God Pan, She, The Jewel of Seven Stars - and possibly a couple others I might have missed, because there’s obviously a lot.
Anyway, these books are a super fun read, and I highly recommend!
Schrodinger’s OC
Nobody gives two shits about an ENTIRE COUNTRY being hit by two cyclones consecutively. It’s displaced over 160,000 people and destroyed over 30,000 homes.
Yet no one cries.
No billionaires or other countries have talked about donating or helping the country out.
Please help by donating to charities and fundraisers dedicated to helping provide humanitarian aid to Mozambique!
https://support.savethechildren.org/site/Donation2?df_id=3241&mfc_pref=T&3241.donation=form1&cid=Social_Network:Twitter:Emer_Mozambique:Scus_Lp_Post2:031919&hootPostID=23abdd2d4250de3d6b684c68a4fb250b
https://www.allhandsandhearts.org/programs/mozambique-tropical-cyclone-relief/
https://www.msf.org/msf-response-wake-devastating-cyclone-idai-mozambique-malawi-zimbabwe
So if anyone’s curious about how this ended up getting resolved, here’s what happened.
He came back in multiple times looking for me, according to my coworkers. They and my boss had all been made aware of the situation. Thankfully, I was only there one of those times, and it was shortly before closing, so I was able to get rid of him without too much trouble. After that, my boss insisted on calling the police to ask for advice - and so that there would be a record of what was happening.
Then, while I was off-shift for a week or so for exams, he came back in a couple more times, and this time, he started harassing my boss. The second time he started bothering her, she called the cops. Apparently, while the security at our mall is basically nonexistent, there’s a police precinct across the street. They came. It was quickly discovered that we were not the only store in the mall that had had a problem with this man harassing female employees.
Anyway, he’s banned from the mall now, and if he comes back, we can call the cops again and he would receive a citation for trespassing. I feel so much better now when I go to work since I no longer have to worry he’s going to pop up and start bothering me. I was so on edge for a while, worrying incessantly about what clothes I wore and whether I was going to be on shift alone. The fact that he’s gone is such a relief.
Thanks to @radicallyaligned and everyone else for your support and advice!
(1/3) So, the store I work at just moved to a new location where there's greater foot traffic. Today was my second day there, and my first shift manning the store alone. I’m 18, by the way. Towards the end of the day, this guy came in. Sweaty from a run. Seriously muscled, maybe mid-to-late-twenties. Anyway, he started talking, being kinda friendly and joking, and also I had the impression of flirtatious too.
(2/3) I was, you know, wearing my ‘customers’ face. Anyway we’re chatting, I’m telling him about our soaps, etc. Then, he kinda stops, looks me up and down, and says, “You know, you have a great body. Do you work out?” And I’m like, ugh, internally. I shrug and tell him I do ballet. I go back to talking about the products, kind of just, you know, moving away, but he kept moving closer to me, getting within about a foot of me.
(3/3) We talk for a little bit more about the products, then he looks down, says “Wow! Your feet are so small! They’re tiny!” and then he knelt down and he grabbed my foot around the heel and lifted it up to examine it. I was so startled I nearly kicked him, but I just ended up just jerking my foot away. He stuck around for the rest of my shift (half an hour), and said he’s planning to come back and see me again. Any advice, anyone?
Okay that is seriously creepy and I’m so sorry you experienced this. Touching you without permission is harassment. A couple thing to do if he comes back in, optional, of course:
1. Immediately alert your manager or another person on staff. Tell them he has come in before to bother you, touched you without your permission, and makes you uncomfortable. Allow them to handle him while you wait in a back room.
2. If you do not have another person working with you, be sure to keep your distance from him. Stay behind a counter. If he lingers, inform him your “boss” has a policy against loitering, and you’ll have to ask him to leave if he isn’t shopping. If he inquires further, say that the door “has a counting metric, to see who enters and leaves without a purchase, and it affects your formal review”. (A retail shop I worked at before had this, it’s real tech). This is to encourage him to leave.
3. If he strikes up casual conversation about yourself, or asks your number, work in that you “have a boyfriend”. Creepy men often respect the “authority” of a created man having “ownership” of you more than your own bodily autonomy. This can make you safer and deter him from returning.
4. If he touches you again, tell him you are going to have to ask him to leave. He will likely do a big show of “wow you’re making something out of nothing!!” Calmly ask him again to leave. If he seems aggressive, remind him of the “cameras”. It doesn’t matter if you actually have cameras.
5. If he continously shows up to bother you, make sure a manger is on shift with you to deal with him.
6. If he ever follows you home, or shows up anywhere else in your life, call the police.
I hope some of this helps!
So,,, at work today I was chatting with this customer, a lady who had her two young daughters with her (8 months and 4 years), and partway into our conversation I realized she was talking to me like I was a fellow mom. Saying like, ‘you know how they are at that age when so and so’. She legit somehow assumed I was old enough to have children of my own, and seemed kind of surprised when it became clear that I did not, in fact, have kids.
I couldn’t figure out how to tell her that I am a Teenager.