The National Issue

Well, here's something I never thought I'd be discussing: the national issue. In the past couple of days, everyone has been rambling about the fact that a 15 (am I correct?) year old wore a distinctive Romanian symbol at school during the Hungarian National Day. The problem was: this was happening in Romania. And the bigger issue? The girl was threatened because of this. I am usually not too much of a judge when it comes to cases like this one, but this, particularly, caught my eye. I'm not sure if it's because of the girl being threatened because she wore that sign or because a teacher was the one to do that. I am not even sure if it's because this happened in Romania, where Hungarians are a very big issue since they are a minority that refuses to accept current regulations regarding their status. However, I'm not here to discuss history, but to discuss my personal opinion on these ramblings. Yes, that's what they are: ramblings.

So here we are: a humongous amount of people (17.392 likes on the community) is following and supporting the madness of a teenager that had run out of means of being the center of attention. If any of you took the time to hear her speak, you'll notice her huge lack of enthusiasm. This isn't something she believes in, but something that's going to give her 15 minutes of fame. Hopefully. Because if she receives more than her freaking 15 minutes, she's going to cause something big, like a revolution. I am really afraid of what stupid people are capable of doing. I've had to deal with this my entire life. I might not be this generation's Einstein, but I can smell empty heads from a distance. I've been faced with this phenomenon for a long while and the most acute case of stupidity is patriotism. Call me weird, but since the revolutions that took place a lot of time ago, people haven't had that true sense of love for their country. In Romania, this is especially damaging.

Before we move on, let me tell you about this thing in RO: We have a normal country, it's not beautiful, but it isn't too ugly either. People are lovely (the majority I mean) and we have a great potential. Well, at least some of us. However, the vast majority attributes our bad situation on politics. I am sure that some of it is due to them, but all of it is actually because of people: we are the ones that elect politicians, we are the mind of the country. And we blame others for it and expect others to solve it for us. That is why, when someone excels in Olympiads, we give them no credit: they're geeks. But when they decide to go abroad, we judge them for leaving the country and not helping improve the situation. Romanians tend to lay in their beds and expect a new and modern Moses to take them to the promised land. And by taking them, I mean teleporting them. No Romanian would even think of moving his arse somwhere. Anywhere. So they simply judge from behind their computer screens or TVs.

So here we are to the more important topic: where will this teenager's nonsense stop? For a people that doesn't like to act, this is awfully serious because, besides likes and shares, they've met in squares and held manifestos. What will they do in their stupidity? And why is it that they acted now and not when something more important happened? It is a serious issue and I've been faced and been horrified by it, but what is it that made them act now?

* In case you were wondering, I once participated in an National Olympiad in Cluj and met a certain Rebecca. She spoke amazing English and I wanted to congratulate her, so I called her and started telling how I admired her: in Romanian. Sadly enough, she didn't understand a word: she lived somewhere in the North-West of the country and her only spoken languages were Hungarian and English.*

With this, I rest my plea and wonder what the idiots will do next. So far, so good, I'm leaving in 5 months. But I admire those that have the brains to leave but choose to stay here. To you, all of my respects!

You'd love my parents

Serene day today. Mother's Day and Woman's Day all over the world. Girls, teenagers, mothers and grandmothers all together celebrating each other. A pleasure for a feminist like myself. Except for when I have to deal with my folks. Both of them. Yes, my mom included.

I walked in the house today after some gift-shopping and went to ask my dad:
"Hey, why did you get mom a present and me none?" I asked, more as a joke than as the real deal. What he answered was awful for my ears. "You haven't reached that stage in your life yet", he responded.
I thought it was funny as he had said to me a couple of days ago how I was almost 20 and had new responsabilities and now he was saying me that I wasn't old enough to be considered a woman. I was, let's say ok, with it, though I felt a little bit bad. So I went to tell my mother the story and how funny I would find it and guess what: she believed it was the truth. She told me that I wasn't a woman yet. Though I tend to agree, I asked her why: "Because you're not married."

And that was, to say the least, extremely sad. My own mother was the living proof of how under-evolved we really are. Is the female part of the species mature enough only when tied to a male? Bloody hell, that ain't true!

The more I grow, the more I want to be the opposite of my parents. I guess they are, in one twisted way, an example for me.

Ambition

So here we are again: writing and rambling. My latest interest has been the omnipresent fashion scandal. Pardon me, circus. It's an international trend based on Suzy Menkes' article: The Circus of Fashion and a variety of responses. Fashion bloggers are now occupying the streets of whatever city the Fashion Week is held in and it's like a ostro-zebra runway all over the place. Well, fashion bloggers is a very wide term as it now hosts not only meanings that refer to the true concept, but also individuals who run after 15 minutes of fame and designer clothing. Wait... what? Oh, yeah... I was a little bit dreamy out there: absolutely everyone who blogs about fashion is after the fame and the free designer clothing! It might be from the need of leveling up from your current social environment or simply the need to, you know... stand out?

I started out this way. My blog was my path towards fame and glory. And a walk-in closet full of designer shoes and handbags. However, I sadly realized I was going nowhere, not with so many individuals craving the same thing and many of them having so many more means of attaining it: maybe an already huge walk-in closet, maybe the money to buy the equipment. I don't have either of them. So I now indulge myself in letting my blog becoming, once again, my personal style blog. (No, no, I'm not talking about this one. This is meant for PMS-me, when I shed my issues with the world, not the beauty I see in it. And yes, I do see the beauty of the world, often.) I decided to start spreading my 3 big passions in it: fashion ( I am now more aware of how I post and what I post), journalism ( I am trying to add more depth and substance to it by sharing at least a good article per week beside photos) and PR ( which is not about writing, but about building my image even further. My current goal may not be the freebies anymore, but knowing I have the power to create an image, a brand, that is empowering!).

You might think it's silly saying this here, but I believe this is the best form of ambition for me: not setting deadlines for learning something or by planning my schedule before an exam/meeting/interview. That just something I believe anyone can achieve at some point. So here's for a nice post, among the future many ugly ones. And hateful ones.

5 Out Of 5

Yey! Happy, happy, joy, joy! I just received my last acceptance letter from the promised land of the United Kingdom, so now I can brag of how well skilled I am in the areas of Journalism and PR, not to mention on what a kick-ass application letter my brilliant mind was able to conceive. There, there... if you didn't get your acceptance letters by now, I'm sure you can get some other choices stacked up for you this week. Don't consider this an insult or a snobby remark, but take it as a sign: you might realize those weren't the best choices you could have made and faith is giving you a chance to do what you want and where you want. This is a subject I'll be whining about in a future post, though. Now, I'm just happy!

Now, let's dig in my 5 choices (did I say I got 5 out of 5? Yes, oh well, goodie then!)and the torment of my next couple of weeks.
1. Lincoln University - Journalism and Public Relations
2. University of Chester - Marketing & Public Relations and Journalism
3. University of the West of England - Journalism and Public Relations
4. The University of Nottingham - German and International Media & Communications Studies
5. University of Bedfordshire - Journalism and Public Relations

My favorite is by far the double degree over at Chester, though I might add that Nottingham sounds a little bit tempting. And so does Lincoln. Or maybe Bedfordshire? Yes, as you can see, I'm deeply troubled with the choice of higher education my parents will (very hard) pay for.

For now, I'm simply indulging in dreaming of my perfect life in England, without having any specific decor in mind.