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  • julia_sonderholm 1:17 pm on February 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

    in with the new, out with the old? 

    perhaps, what we need in our current strange (not foreign) political turmoil is something new. generally people support the notion that old is better. that young politicians are naive and unknowing and haven’t lived as long so they possibly couldn’t know. as if there’s some big secret or conspiracy you first acknowledge past 45.

    maybe, just maybe we need a young naive president, instead of the old stubborn one.

    maybe what we really need is that ignorance, that optimism, that ‘i will save the world’ attitude, even if they can’t. even if all the olds say, no, you can’t. rather than the stoic, stubborn man who still thinks he can solve everything and only bothers with what he can reach. maybe just maybe, that is the change we need. maybe we need that inexperience, maybe that fresh look and unknowing person has a fresh point of view absent of routine politics that might be able to make a change.

  • julia_sonderholm 3:14 pm on April 28, 2017 Permalink | Reply  

    Food for thought 

  • julia_sonderholm 9:09 am on March 26, 2017 Permalink | Reply
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    Trump is not Hitler. Trump is Trump. 

    “Our biggest weakness is a determination to learn the wrong lessons.” – F. Keane

    America has ‘never been a shining light of liberal universalism’ as Journalist F. Keanue so delicately puts it. Struggling with racism, police brutality, sexism, homophobia, conservatism, the United States and its American dream, has always been a exceptionally good advertisement for its own conceived image of freedom, making us look the other way or forget the dark sided scrutiny and hypocrisy in their avid commercialism promoting the white fence dream.

    Protestors and their demonstrations hope for a populist change. A change that will topple the constitution and its inhabitants of blue suited white men. They want new and they want better. They want to grasp the real American dream of equity and prosperity. But, this kind of change, I would argue, has to come with management and regulations; a populism change is idealism, the people toppling their government is unlikely. People get bored easily, people are drunk on momentary gain, on momentary pleasure, we want change now and we fight for now, and then we stop.

    Hopefully I am wrong. Hopefully we are willing to continue fighting even after it isn’t a trend, or popular. That’s our problem. Social media.

    Hopefully I and we will keep fighting, shouting, even if no one is even listening any more. Even as twitter storms have died done, and Facebook memes disappeared and replaced. But even I hide hypocrisy somewhere on my tongue.

    We do need change, but our stomping of feet and cleverly quoted signs will not work against people equally as stubborn.

    It won’t work against Trump and his council because they eat their own lies for breakfast. They do not want their ideas and minds and speeches to be changed, in their own disillusioned reality they are the lords and masters who can make a change for the “better” – just like the hundreds have done and thought and dreamt before them. Here the people can do little but create commotion and chaos – but perhaps that is what is needed, even if it doesn’t lead to immediate change. Words aren’t just that. Words evoke anger and tears and smiles, words create ideology – speaking does make a change. Although people argue they don’t – only change makes change, only acting makes change. But words and voices are acting: they are speaking out, for some that is all and as much as they can do. They wait for those in more favourable positions to pave the way for them, so one day their words become actions. In my intercultural communication class, I argued, sometimes before action comes ideology and ideology is thought embodied in language – we discuss it, we argue it, we theorise it, we act it.

    “A democracy thrives on people who are well informed.” Jon Sopel.

    Words are powerful enough. Look at Trump, it was his promises, his words, that made people rally and shout and recreate. He creates “facts”, false facts and false news. The people following him are experiencing a sense of dillussionment around Trump, the man, and Trump, the election, the smallest holes are wins for them. The consumption of fake news toppled the democracy, social media, click bates, look att he statistics, Trump won on Facebook click bate, or Hilton lost on false news. We need good journalism, honest journalism. “Donald Trump needs an enemy” Period. Jon Sopel, you may be right. And who better than the media, seeding distrust to the ones covering the truth, biased or lies.

  • julia_sonderholm 3:57 pm on March 13, 2017 Permalink | Reply  

    this is something we should all pay attention to. donate to. encourage. build upon. reach out to. continue. as for me, i’ll definitely be looking to donate.

  • julia_sonderholm 3:54 pm on March 13, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , hollywood, sexism   

    building upon yesterday’s post: captain kirk, get out of that chair.

  • julia_sonderholm 8:05 pm on March 12, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , women   

    Captain Kirk, get out of that chair. 

    “I looked to my girl,” Jude Kelly says in her ted talk ‘Why women should tell the stories of humanity’, “and she was crying because she couldn’t save ET.”

    And then I started thinking back to my own childhood. Because even as a kid, I could not remember not saving ET. In my mind I still thought I was the one saving ET. Not the little boy. Not little Elliot or Henry Thomas. Not Steven Spielberg. But me. Me, as a girl. I was the kid on the bike with the alien in my basket. I ‘ET Phone’d Home’ all day after watching it.

    No matter what movie I watched as a kid. Star Trek, male captain, no problem, I just pictured myself in that seat. Yes I was a 10 year old captain. Youngest of her time. Star Wars. Luke who? You mean Julia the Jedi? The secret daughter of Anakin Skywalker? Matt Damon as Spirit? Please. I spent about five years of my childhood believing I was a stallion until somebody told me that a stallion was a male horse, at which point, I became just a horse. And after that I was Indiana Jones. Simba. Petra Pan. I’d plan out traps in case my parents left me home alone. Because in my eyes, they weren’t men, they were characters. Actors taking on the role. And if they could, I could too.

    For me, growing up amongst male heroes and male figures, I was OK with female representation being reserved to Disney princesses because my favourites were Mulan and Kida. I didn’t think much about Cinderella or Belle or the pink dresses or the fairies. I was Kiki the little witch, Dorothy lost on the yellow brick road. My female heroes were exactly that: heroes, and idols, and characters I could look up to.

    I never saw myself as underrepresented until I was in my later teens. After reading book after book written by men, watching movie after movie featuring main male characters, one after the other, great movies directed by men and written by men and amazing soundtracks, again, made by men, that I started questioning where were all the women?

    What this blogpost actually wanted to address was the fact that I, even as a little girl, saw my self in the men’s roles and positions. Not as the male characters, but as myself, a girl, and that there are girls out there right now who can’t see themselves in those positions or as those characters off saving the world.

    And I ask myself why? Why can’t they? Why can’t Jude Kelly’s little daughter Caroline see her self saving ET? Are they brought up with families enforcing gender roles in a different way? Lack of imagination?

    What makes some girls, no matter their age, let men get in the way of their imagination?

    But no matter the answer, Jude Kelly argues for one thing that is true: women should tell the stories too!

  • julia_sonderholm 1:58 pm on February 25, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , president, ,   

    Trump: the 12 year old bully in the school yard 

    Trump tweets like an offended hormonal 12 year old kid


  • julia_sonderholm 1:55 pm on February 25, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , CNN, democracy, journalism, ,   

    Trump, you're scaring me. 

    On top of his racist and sexist agenda and executive orders and horrible presidency, Trump has now taken another obvious step towards dismantling what little democracy (yes, I know, freedom and democracy are pretty much illusions) is left in the so-called “free world”.

    For an advocate of terms like “true news” and “free press”, Trump sure seems like the biggest opposer and well, not to anyones surprise, but a massive hypocrite.

    As long as the news is in his favour it get’s the green light, otherwise it is now categorised as “fake news”.


    Worst of all, he labeled them “Enemy of the People.”

    His decision to ban the so-called ‘Enemy of the People’ /a.k.a CNN, NYT, Guardian, BBC and others/ from a media briefing, came as a shock to me, and left me with a sour taste in my throat (which is hard to imagine considering all the bile that left me choking for weeks after his non-muslim muslim travel ban.)

    This is truly scary (the muslim ban was inhumane, but not entirely unexpected from the Trump office, considering he ran his election on the promise of The Wall and deportation of “Mexicans” and “Muslims”) because now Trump is slowly disposing of those who report on him in a less than favourable light. These news outlets (CNN etc) are the ones who have taken Trump’s self-proclaimed crown from him and nudged him off his golden pedestal.

  • julia_sonderholm 5:22 pm on February 23, 2017 Permalink | Reply  

    At my university library (access only to students/staff) laptops are being stolen.

    What kind of goat-tit nicks laptops from fellow students?

  • julia_sonderholm 9:24 am on February 22, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: education, ib, school, , university   

    I’m just a 

    From a young age, we are told to be successful. Be a doctor. Be a lawyer. Sit at a desk. Do what you’re told. Be good.

    We’re told what’s right and what is wrong. How to speak, sit, eat properly. School tells us, that to succeed we must comply, so we comply. We sit, learn, listen –  even if we don’t understand.

    We’re told to take tests and pass them. They will determine our intelligence, our capabilities, and by extension, our worth. Only if we pass can we move on to something else; something more; something better.

    Tests, filled with questions to fool and tease, questions where an artist has to become a mathematician and a mathematician a historian.

    We realize only too late. Once we’ve already spent years trying to pass. That they don’t determine our worth: our life: how good we are.

    Our lives cannot be put down in scores.

    Our intelligence not measured by percentages.

    I didn’t do well in my tests. Even if my teachers said I would: they told me I could be whatever I wanted to be because I was good. I did well. I complied. I studied.

    I did what I was told.

    But, they hadn’t expected 31 (you could have gotten 36, 38, they say – if only you had tried harder. did more.). What could I do now since my life, my worth, has been put down into two numbers: 31.


    (Thirty-one was the price tag I had to sell myself with).

    I couldn’t be a doctor.

    A lawyer.

    I couldn’t go to ‘my’ university.

    I couldn’t tell my teachers I would succeed.

    I was lost.


    Numbers telling me that I should have studied more. Harder. 31 telling me that I wasn’t good enough.

    (My mom kissed my cheek, pulled me into a hug: and said, it’ll be okay, you’ll figure it out. She wiped away my tears with her thumb, looked at me and saw much more than a score. Much more than what a test thought I was. Much more than 31.)

    Why not do what I like? Enjoy? Why not be my own passion. My own guide.

    They still laugh at me when I say what I do. (Anthropology, oh you poor fool). Their eyes widen with sympathy and they shake their heads in pity as they tell me I can never be accomplished: never be what they wanted. Never as good as a 36. 38. 42.

    They, is society: a collaborate union of those who have passed. That even as I am studying: trying to become something. The snicker of those, who according to my teachers did better, scored higher, scored thirty eight, drowned out what I wanted.

    I shiver as I think I’ve made a mistake because I’ll never be accomplished, succeed, I’ll never be what society tells me it needs.

    But here I am. This is me.

    And I will succeed (according to my own standards) –


    but i am only 31 out of 45.

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