Saturday, September 29, 2012

Be YAself honey!

It's funny. I'm 13. Just became a teen. And the past 5 months I started being interested in blogs. I think this is really a place where I fit in, a place that makes me move. Then sometimes I get what I call a 'creativity burst'. That's when I feel super Inspired! I just want to do so manny things and everything is like 'La Vie en Rose'. Ooh I love that song! I'm totally in to jazz right now. No actually I've liked jazz ever since my dad would put on his old LP's in the livingroom and I would dance. Jazz is so free. My mom once told me her parents would go to Harlem to listen to jazz. They would speak French ( which my grandma was, well actually Belgian, but that's a long story.) because the people in Harlem didn't like white americans around.
Anyway.
Well, creativity bursts don't come too often, mainly because there is this thing called 'school'. Yeah you know what i'm talking about. I don't think I have to explain. It's important, I know. But at some point teachers give you so much homework, that you're literally going to explode. LITTERALY. That's one thing that's hard for teenagers. The other thing is that I have the impression that everyone tells you how to be: your parents want you to be a well-behaving student, your friends want you to be a gossiping BFF that makes them laugh and that is a rebel, the fashion blog you follow tells you in what brand you have to dress and your favourite arty magazine tells you that it's cool to be a bookworm that always makes interesting converstations and is very aware of what's happening in the cultural and political world. AND IT ALL JUST DRIVES ME CRAZY! Who do I have to be and who do I have to satisfy?
And I think culture is very helpfull to that. You can talk about things you like ( and that can be like from Justin Bieber to Isaac Newton) . By talking and reading and listening you'll understand what you like and what you don't like and you'll understand yourself better and you will probably be much more confident.  God, i'm feeling like a psychologist right now. Time to stop writing...


Oh and this is a drawing I made this summer. I just thought it would fit for this post...



Au revoir,

Jeanne





Saturday, September 22, 2012

The wonderful Tavi Gevinson


Tavi Gevinson is a sixteen year old blogger and feminist that is the founder of Rookie, a blog for teenagers. Rookie is not another blog that tells you how to be/act/dress, neither a blog where everything is SO expensive that you feel jealous because you can't afford the clothes, accessories and stuff. (like "ooh these Prada shoes are so beautiful and there like under 600$, so you should totally buy them", I mean, we're teenagers.) but  it inspires you and tells you that you are great the way you are and that you have a potential, even if you're not the tipycal teenager. She started blogging at age 11 and she is the person that inspires me the most in this entire galaxy. That's why I wanted to talk about her for my second post. She's a GENIUS! And she is a teenager so she understands you. You should read Rookie. It's so good! Her blog made me feel more confident and I discovered so many things! There are a lot of very very good writers and artist and photographers that blog on Rookie. And every day there are at least 3 posts! Go Rookie!

This is a conference she made that I watched over and over... And I still love it.





Au Revoir,

Jeanne

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Badger's first steps

Hi,
I'm Jeanne.You pronounce it as jahn. I'm 13 and I live in this wonderful city called 'Brussels'.
I would like to share and discuss stuff with you. About how it's like to be a teenager and music and art and politics and DIY's and, oh, so much more! Because we, teenage girls, we really have lots of things to tell! It's not only about Facebook, boys and shopping, huh?! (or maybe a little bit, but,  you know...)




















Ps: I named this blog 'The Badger' because i just think it's kinda cool. A badger snoops everywhere. It looks really cute and fuzzy, but actually it's a very fierce animal! Aarrrrw. 


Au revoir, 


Jeanne