Author: berthe (Page 1 of 15)

What is it that makes Slavoj Žižek so penetrating?

I don’t want to write about that.

Well, let it serve as an introduction. I recently saw another excerpt from a lecture that dealt with the question: Why do you love me?

Slavoj Žižek answers something like this: That’s a good question. If you can answer that question, then by definition it’s not love. Love is not (sorry for the vulgarity) – ‘I have three women, this one has nice legs and a nice smile, this one has nice eyes, this one has whatever,’ and then OMG, this one gets 4 points, the other one gets 1 point.NO – now a little theology: intelligent theologians are dogmatic in a correct Marxist way, they know very well that if you say ‘I believe in Jesus Christ because I’ve studied all religions comparatively and Christianity has the best arguments’ – if you were in medieval times and somebody claimed that, I would say – ‘burn him immediately’.

In another (or the same) lecture, he goes into this again, expanding on these thoughts with ‘That’s attraction, that’s superficiality, surface, etc.’ and then ending with ‘that’s not love.’

Thank you, Slavoj Žižek, for this introduction. So where was my leap of thought?

I’m sitting here at breakfast thinking about ‘the concept of art.’ In the sense of: what is art, is what I do also art, how does art differ from ‘non-art’, can we judge art by denying art to be art? Do we have to be ‘someone’ to do that? Now I think of what Slavoy says about love, and is art love here – could that be a good explanation?

I’m tired of it – a rant about job hunting

I feel lost. All my thoughts, plans and ideas aren’t working for me.

The last two years have been really difficult. A conflict and a series of small and large unpleasant experiences have made it impossible for me to find a solution.

I’m creative, I’m talented, I’m interested, pragmatic – a go-getter. No matter what I am, the working world only cares if it suits them. Preferably with certificates, degrees and in line with the norm.

I’m just tired of it. All this capitalist bullshit just makes me sick.

There has to be some way to find a job where I can learn, where I’m paid enough to pay my rent, where I have freedom.

It’s all well and good that people with ADHD are super welcome in IT, as long as they’re self-taught prodigies who have a permanent hyperfocus on ‘getting shit done.’

In what other fields is that the case? And what about other people with ADHD who don’t have hyperfocus and have pain thresholds?

My CV is three pages long. I have AuDHD. I have often found myself forced to take the best job available, from employers who wanted to hire me, in a field I studied or which ‘somehow fit’ my profile. And that’s exactly what bothers many employers. ‘Oh – someone who’s changed jobs a lot, they probably won’t want to stay with us.’
Why don’t you think about how you could make yourselves more attractive, welcoming and pleasant as employers, so that people who are interested in working for you also want to stay and invest their limited and precious time in you?

Because it’s possible. Despite the shortage of skilled workers, there are employers who treat people badly without suffering any harm.

There are so many ways to treat job seekers like shit, thanks capitalism.

I’m just incredibly tired of this performance-based system.

I find my personal financial situation humiliating. I live in a country where there is the luxury of unemployment benefits and emergency assistance. However, these authorities do not focus on further training, retraining or promoting talent. The primary goal is to get job seekers back into the labour market as quickly as possible, regardless of whether it is a job that suits them or not.

The unconditional basic income would be perfect for me. It would give me the financial security to devote myself to work that is close to my heart, that interests me, that I am already good at, that I want to learn more about, and where I want to give my best.

I am tired of this.

A diagnosis of AuDHD does not help you find the right job, it does not help with motivation, commitment or ‘getting on with it’ – that’s what I do, not my AuDHD. But with AuDHD, some days, in some situations and in the reality of work, the whole thing is just exhausting, tiring and difficult.

Behavioural therapy is of little use if you don’t have a job. You can’t practise, train or discuss things in a targeted way.

The barrier to entry for neurodivergent people outside the self-taught IT cloud is simply too high.

I’m tired of it.

Would I like to work in IT? Yes, I would. Do I believe I can learn things with time and self-motivation? Yes. Can I do it without financial security, time and freedom from home – and then apply for a job and secure a position? No.

As long as there are no companies that invest in motivated newcomers until they are at a level where they can also bring economic benefits to the company, I don’t see myself in this working environment. No matter how motivated I am, that’s not how I’m wired.

After years of getting to know myself, I have learned that financial security is my top priority. I see little chance of learning, tackling or acquiring anything I want to if I don’t have financial security.

Constant fear and worry that I will be put on a programme by the employment office that will be of no use to my professional development, programmes that will put me in a job that will destroy me, jobs that will drain me psychologically to such an extent that I will go on long-term sick leave after six months, make it almost impossible for me to be self-employed and motivate me to continue my education ‘from home’. to continue my education in such a way that I can find an easy entry point.

What do these companies with a shortage of skilled workers want? A fake CV and secretive task completion using AI? I know people who have done exactly that. They were caught very late or not at all and cost their employers a lot of money for very poor performance. The people I know who have done this are exclusively men, and they are brazen.

As a person socialised as a woman, I am rarely able to lie about my abilities, claim that I can do everything, and then stand there and know nothing. That’s shit. Why do people get away with shit like that, and honesty only gets you to the next traffic light?

I’m tired of it.

I have talent, I can do a lot, but I can neither use nor show it. The financial pressure, the lack of security and the fear of not being able to make a living are currently forcing me to watch as I waste my life.

My visits to websites offering jobs for the self-employed, all kinds of things, for little money, for a lot of commitment, even there I can’t give my all, as long as the system around me, with insurance, income, taxes and financial demands from the housing market, demands so much income from me that I am unable to earn that amount and still be able to buy food at the end of the day or experience any form of security.

I’m tired of it.

Under the department: Doesn’t really fit on a creative blog but had to be mentioned: Media portrayal (just a documentary here) of sex work – and how much it upsets me. A little clarification.

TRIGGERWARNING: sex, sexwork, drugs, violence, human trafficking, sexual abuse, men.

Recently, I have been thinking about the area of ‘sex work’. After watching a documentary on the subject recently, I was really angry for a few days.

In the documentary, two different milieus were lumped together. Two women spoke on the topic. One of them was sold as a child by her mother to a human trafficker, then resold multiple times and then repeatedly forced into prostitution. She took refuge in a drug addiction and was then forced to finance her drug addiction. She had to pay her pimp, rent a room to work as a prostitute and finance her drug addiction. To do that, she had to have at least six clients a day to pay for the room and some coke. She managed to get out through a number that she received from a social worker a few years earlier when she was not even thirty years old. She was pregnant and wanted to protect herself and her child. She now has extreme problems establishing closeness with her child and giving physical closeness.

I condemn human traffickers and the like. I don’t have to think about that. It is the ultimate act of inhumanity to trade in, sell and – in this case – force someone into prostitution.

I wish her all the luck in the world and hope she will remain stable and continue on her path.

The second woman was under thirty. Dressed in somewhat alternative clothes and quite youthful. She was interviewed in her flat, among other places, and in between she was seen working on her laptop. And then I saw this sticker ‘Customers are offenders’. (in German: Kunden sind Täter)

She showed a page on the internet on which she had registered (for voluntary sex work/escort) and reported that due to her family situation (her mother was probably on welfare) she never had much money and therefore had a guilty conscience. So she registered on the site and then started meeting men for money. She probably started when she was 23? and did it for a few years. She later switched to domination (probably to avoid sex?).

So far so normal in Germany.

And then it started: ‘I was dependent on being driven home by random strangers’

‘I went beyond my limits and did things I didn’t really want to do.’

‘When you do that, you sell a piece of your body, every time.’

‘The guys who came to me as a dominatrix wanted ‘things’. – For example, they wanted me to piss on them. They wanted to be beaten, sometimes until they bled. – followed by: ‘I think they should go to therapy rather than to me’

The last sentence really upset me. As a human being, I shouldn’t elevate myself above other people and speak for everyone. Making a judgement about whether someone should go to therapy because of their preferences instead of paying money for it is totally wrong in my opinion.

The main thing that came to my mind, as an assumption, was that she was far too young to have got to know herself (sexually) before offering services where she didn’t know her own sexual boundaries – or couldn’t enforce them.

At the end she reported that she had done all this during her normal training because she wanted to have money to be able to ‘live’ in the sense of ‘treating herself and having fun’. So there was no concrete compulsion, even if you don’t earn a lot of money in Germany in certain training programmes, it is sometimes possible to apply for grants and or do a mini-job on the side. This won’t make you rich, but depending on the city, you can live quite well with it. Child benefit is also available until the end of your training … etc.

At this point, I would like to clarify some statements:

Voluntary sex work IS voluntary.

If you are registered as an escort on various sites for self-employed people, then of course this could also have been done by your pimp, or by an agency, a brothel or whatever. But you probably know that best yourself. What I’m saying is that of course there are also problems with illegality, human trafficking and abuse in this segment. You should be aware that customers also know this and may ask you about it.

If customers are not able to make respectful offers, write to you in a reasonable way or negotiate your offer price, then don’t meet with them. Especially if you’re doing this on the side and on a freelance basis, like the lady I mentioned, you shouldn’t have to meet with everyone, even if you don’t really want to.

Don’t meet anyone with whom you have a bad gut feeling. If you are unsure, meet for a coffee in a public place.

If you’re at someone’s house and it doesn’t feel good, then leave. The money doesn’t matter if you’re scared.

If a customer is behaving badly, leave.

If a customer is abusive, acts without consent and becomes/is violent. THEN he is an offender and you should report him.

This is the crux of the matter. The report also features a police officer who complains that many prostitutes don’t want to talk to him when it comes to prosecution.

If we criminalise sex work and the hurdles for a casual activity, especially financially, are punished extraordinarily harshly, and there is also a stigma that condemns sex workers, then no sex worker will decide to file a criminal complaint against an offender. This way, perpetrators can get away with it.

Fear of not saying anything is not only familiar from the field of sex work.

‘You sell a piece of your body every time’.

No.

You’re selling a service. Just like every other person who goes to work. You are offering a service. Ideally, an escort is so much more than sex. It’s companionship, wish fulfilment, good conversation or exploring areas you didn’t even know existed.

If you are not able to enjoy escort services or, let’s say, see them as a normal service, then please don’t do this job.

It requires a lot of personal responsibility. You have to take care of everything yourself. Nobody tells you what you have to do and nobody tells you what is ‘normal’ and good for you. You have to find out and know for yourself.

Of course, a large proportion of customers are male. If a man is looking for a service for himself, he will naturally look at your key data. If you have small breasts, long hair or a size 39 shoe, then you might be his type. If you weigh 200kg and like to wear patent leather – then someone else will write to you. What I’m getting at: of course it’s all like ‘I pick a person out of a catalogue’. When I go to the hairdresser, I also look at what’s on offer beforehand and think about which shop might suit what I’m looking for.

It is absolutely naïve to think that this is about something else. Of course, there are customers who are looking for love on various sites, they want to free poor women from prostitution and offer them a better life. Of course, the poor women can only achieve this through HIM. And a relationship with HIM. In which you are then ‘safe’ and no longer have to do all that.

Moving from a completely self-determined situation into a monogamous relationship with financial dependence is a very common method – in the world of heteronormative relationship models – of treating women like property.

This is an example of the absurdity I perceive in this area of self-determined – independent sex work.

Of course, it is also noticeable on these sites that more and more women are offering themselves for a ridiculous price. Some of them don’t use STD protection and push the prices down. Do you want to meet people who meet sex workers who don’t use contraception? No.

Decide for yourself who you meet and who you don’t. If your job is not profitable and you are forced to meet a certain clientele that you don’t really want to meet, then it’s time to reorient yourself and look for another job. It’s a tough business and it’s certainly not getting any easier under the current laws.

Feminists who want to tell others that offering sex as a service should be banned, that it’s only possible because the patriarchy makes us do it, etc. etc. It’s just sad. It’s just sad.

A brief interjection at the end: The sex work industry is diverse. Very diverse. Thank you.

Endnote: Banning sex work will not stop illegal human trafficking, abuse of women or tax evasion. Controlling that women have their blood taken once a week without providing proper gynaecological care will not reduce the spread of disease. Stigmatising sex workers will only lead to further exclusion.

Please stand by.

Travelling to “faraway” places and to “myself” <3

I recently had a visit from a kind person. This person is honest and direct and told me after a few days that it bothered him that I tend to say negative things – as if I only notice them.
It hit me a bit and thanks to my now partly drug-influenced brain, he and I were able to deal with it instead of being directly afraid that I’d just been rejected. We talked about it, I dealt with it and from then on I talked about all the positive things I had noticed that day. I later showed him notes about a week where I endeavoured to write down positive things that happened to me every day, things that stood out to me, and so on. However, I also realised that this kept slipping under my radar and I couldn’t keep it up for long. The last year was already very negative and I couldn’t seem to get out of these spirals. Thanks to this person who told me so directly and also explained what was actually meant. And not with any big “pseudo” psychological talk behind it. We are all not professionals 😉 – maybe some of you are, but that’s not the point 😛

Now I’m writing this publicly here: I’m doing well! I’m making progress, I’m daring to do something.

This week I’m going to a camp – alone. I’m going to manage without one person being there for me 24/7. I have left 2 university courses so that I can do others safely (adult or something). I’ve managed to cut, print, colour and draw lots of postcards over the last few days. It’s now an 8 line “space / landscape” series and they come 7/8 in but in very colourful. They remind me a bit of 80s and trash – I love them. You could say I’m a bit proud of myself.
I’m finding my self-worth again. I also believe that I can “create” this art stuff.
I feel more comfortable in my own body again and I have renewed motivation for sport, art and further development. \o/ all in all: I am doing great!

If a manager (best wishes to p. <3) makes it (no pressure) there will be a ko-fi shop and a gallery on my homepage just in time for the camp. There’s a QR code and my website on the back of the card. Quasi advertising in self-production. I’ll write a separate article about the workaround.

I would like to conclude this short report with: https://youtu.be/YpIMF_NXjTs?si=_nHf6VgP3ZwKKyt6 (Björn Peng – Zucker)

Hello – it’s me – a ‘crappy life wisdom calendar that doesn’t help anyone’ – but I look good and am finally drawing again. (No connection)

Now I’m sitting here, listening to Beth Gibbons belting out the most famous? lines from Mysterons into the mic, it’s just GOLD. Add a cigarette and a nod to the trip hop beat – I just love it. https://youtu.be/CtxA_MP-9oE?si=snLFclgC527jWQGF
Embedded in a playlist between Trisomy 21 and Echo & The Bunnymen, it complements the mood I need to finally be productive again.

A little update: I’ve been on methylphenidate for a few days now (4..)- still on a low dose in the first test phase, I’m noticing the first phases that just irritate me:

So this isn’t what it’s like to randomly have erratic and never-ending thought vomit in your head for hours a day? So that’s what it’s like when not every paper crackle forces you to the edge of your nerves? So that’s what it’s like when you’re not first defiant, then annoyed, then sad and then motivated again, not motivated, chaotic and then unfocussed again?
The realisation that self-reflection is important and necessary but the thought, much more the knowledge ‘I can’t change this anyway no matter how hard I try’ – is just depressing and demoralising – and now there suddenly seems to be the possibility that development, i.e. real development, is actually possible brainexplosionmeme
After several frustrating years, months, days – finally a feeling of ‘I can really change it’.
And then it starts. Not just a ‘I’m going to fuck off and do my shit’ – but really ‘I’m going to do this’. Not just ‘I know I can’t do it’ – but ‘I can actually do it, make it, try it’.
That’s what self-motivation feels like. So that’s not what 24/7 masking is like. Lol Masking is also a joke somewhere when I don’t really have anything under control anyway 😀 Life.

Next challenge: after I’ve slowly realised what mistakes, shit and difficult situations I’ve partly caused. Learn from them, change, implement them differently, don’t lose myself, forget or lie to myself. Rekindle self-love and self-worth and relearn. Maybe this is finally a better basis for it. At least the motivation is there now laughs. I don’t want to relativise shitty shit with AuADHD here. I don’t live by the belief ‘I’m neurodiverse and therefore allowed to be an arsehole.’

I’m sure there will be people who find it difficult to see me differently from what they have adjusted to and become accustomed to. That’s probably the case. It’s also something I have to learn to live with, it’s very tiring and draining to keep trying to convince people of myself. I’m just tired. I need to get my arse against the wall and do my thing. Self-love, no panting for love from others because I’ve never learnt to love myself. No exaggerated empathy towards people from whom I long for ‘a feeling’ that I can’t give myself. So far so good – the arse is moving further and further towards the wall and I’m going to England next week.

Lol Short update. I guess that’s how it is when you want to tell more than anyone wants to read. After all, I’m doing this out of my own motivation and not because I want to generate fans, but I’m also not really angry if someone leaves something on Kofi. <3 love you.

Now to the actual highlight:

As recently reported, I’ve started a series of postcards.
Theme: ‘Space on drugs’
There will be 6-10 cards and three are already available. I will offer them for sale in a shop. All handmade, analogue and honest.

The landscape is supposed to represent the mountains on a distant planet. There are mountains with angular small composite parts on the right and left. the rocks can be seen half from above, they are depicted with wavy edge shapes. in the lower half of the picture, an ‘earth gap’ runs through the picture in which wavy rock edges can be seen again. The lower right and left halves of the picture could be interpreted as a desert with little vegetation. A huge planet with large eyes looks over a ‘mountain landscape’ with wavy edges and above and behind it it drips out of the universe. Stars can be recognised in between. At the bottom right is a kind of ‘cell planet with three “pollen”’. A winged ‘capsule planet’ with two hands on the joystick floats in the universe. Stars and planets can be seen around it, some of which are winged.
Died on the way to the Crystal Mountains look mother, the sun is rising space patrol at work

They’re all planned in lineart/fineart so far, but I’ve produced one of them in ‘colour’ as a test.

The landscape is supposed to represent the mountains on a distant planet. There are mountains with angular small composite parts on the right and left. the rocks can be seen half from above, they are depicted with wavy edge shapes. in the lower half of the picture, an ‘earth gap’ runs through the picture in which wavy rock edges can be seen again. The lower right and left halves of the picture could be interpreted as a desert with little vegetation.
Died on the way to the Crystal Mountains

Have a good time and stay safe.

<3

It’s the witching hour and I’m waiting for sleep

I like to say that I’m not doing particularly well at the moment. I’ve just had a guest, which was good. Now the guest is gone again and I’m trying to distract myself by drawing. I feel alone. I’m lacking social contacts and I don’t want to be a burden on anyone. I’ve been thinking a lot more than usual for a few weeks now. For the last week I’ve been a mixture of angry, sad and unhappy.
The pressure to earn money hasn’t really gone away either – at least I’ve completed my first order and am finally producing stuff for my shop again.
I’m annoyed with my printer, this piece of crap from hell and the unavailability of exactly the materials I need right now is also stressing me out.
So far so good, at least I produced a few test stickers today that came out of the crap printer much too small.
Sleep well you guys out there.

urved lines reminiscent of rocks floating in the air and hints of mountains to the right and left - in colour. Stickers.
bunch of stickers
snippet of a b/w lineart/fineart with curved lines reminiscent of rocks floating in the air and hints of mountains to the right and left
fine art snippet of first postcard for 2024

Hello friends of “digital art”

As of this week, I am studying again, I have decided to do a Master’s programme. I handed in my second homework assignment today – close, but I did it. In between, I “had” to procrastinate to build up some dopamine. At least that was the idea behind my “digital failure”, which I would like to present below.

I made a stablediffusion effort to create a few pictures for myself. I’m obviously a really shitty protengeneer. Or a really creative one, I guess that’s a matter of opinion.

In any case, what I got out of it was fun.
I would like to share this with you.

All pictures are created in “baroque style”. Each promt contains one or two fruits, a long-haired dude who should look super hot and a place to sit. Sometimes he should flirt, sometimes he should eat.

My conclusion: Okay, obviously it’s always the same dude, hello? Diversity? He usually has an open shirt, is a bit cross-eyed and almost always has “special hands”. What I find exciting, however, is that EVERY TIME, the clothes are colour-coordinated with the fruit, even though that wasn’t the content of the promotion.

dude that holds a giant carrot.stabledeffusion generated in baroquestyle
Carrot-dude
dude with big banana in his heands and one very big on his head with oranges on it
stabledeffusion generated in baroquestyle
Orange-banane dude, flirty
fully clothed dude sits "in" a melon and look dreamy
Melon-dude – to much clothes – dreamy
dude in purple clothes holds a dragonfruittoothbrush in his right hand. he sits in the middle of many dragonfruits
Dragonfruit-dude with a dragonfruit tootbrush, uhhhh
dudes sits between giant beetroots and look directly to the camera
Beetrootdude – serious!
dude in red clothes holds a strawberry - he has 6 fingers on the right hand..
lost the prompt dude .. with strawberries! – and an “strawberryapple” o.o
dudes sits behind many pickled cucumbers and he is looking very .. dont know
Pickle-dude, serious and reliable
dude that gonna eat a plum - half naked (upperbody)
licktheplumguy– eat I ment eat.

Let me bring myself up to date.

What has actually happened in the last few weeks? One word that runs back and forth in my head is: blockade.
I’m still stuck in my job, I’ve been on sick leave for weeks, is it any wonder I was able to work at all without ADHD medication? According to my doctor, yes, but what can I say? I’ve somehow managed to function over the last few years.
I think that’s a terrible word in this context. “Functioning” in capitalism. Functioning under capitalist constraints, or the necessity to live from something? That’s another one of those phrases “you have to live on something” – as if living is only defined by money. Ah, wait a minute. There was something.

Now I’m waiting for my contract to end so that there’s room in my head for a new beginning. But at least I’m already working on it a bit. Most of the work is currently going into an event we’re planning for the summer. I’m doing the design and when the time comes, I’ll maybe set up a page here where I’ll present all the stuff.

I’m trying to let more people participate in my life again. To let them “into my life”, so to speak. It’s not that easy. I’m quite worried that there will be conflicts or that I’m “too much”. I’m working on minimizing that. I don’t think a “kiss my ass” attitude is the ideal way, but maybe a few percent to minimize the anxiety?`
In any case, I dared to go on stage (even though I didn’t say anything – I shouldn’t have watched the video eye roll), I went to a social event without really knowing anyone there, I communicated with people in a dialect I didn’t really know and – here it comes – I actually managed to be alone in my studio for more than a week without freaking out because the ceiling was falling on my head. Well, a bit, but only because I had the snotty plague.

Guys, I think things are slowly starting to look up again. It’s not “running up that hill” but more like “I’m slowly walking up a hill – backwards” but whatever. (crazy how humorous I am, isn’t it? In case you missed that “yes I listen to music from the 80s” joke)

What I came across the last two days is “DaDa” I kind of rediscovered it for myself and I’m definitely going to stick with it for a little while. I don’t know how I’m going to visualize it yet, but I’ve started writing poetry again. In German, though. German gives me the opportunity to be more confident with wordplay and hyphenation. Even if German seems cumbersome to many, the language gives me endless possibilities to be creative with it. The rule-breaking in the German language takes it to another level.

My last “poetry” is a romantic one. A rather kitschy one in my eyes and I’m going to write it here under my text (but in German). Well, I think I’ll write it in English too so that I can see that it really doesn’t work 😀

I’m too tired for anything else right now, but I’ll be further away soon, traveling a bit through clouds. I’ll bring back some drawings and maybe an update or two. Or rather the one or other fresh thought and regained motivation.

A romance

Welcome to the realm of sensuality,
we are all there from our senses – a
go with me, don’t go with me
go here, with me there.
When the sun goes down, the winter,
time ends, the world ends too.
We remain.
Particle.

Eine Romanze

Will-kommen im Reich der Sinn-haftigkeit,
sind wir alle von Sinnen dort – ein Ver-
unvernungfts-Be-Geh-ren, geh mit geh nicht
geh hier, mit mir dort.
Geht auch die Sonne, der Winter,
die Zeit unter, geht auch die Welt.
Wir bleiben.
Partikel.

About new challenges and old lessons learnt

Hello, gentle reader, my name is Bert and I have a problem. At this point, I could of course fall back on the descriptions for “problems” that can be found in the usual glossy calendars, but that wouldn’t be authentic.
I’m just starting something new, something I’ve wanted to do for ages but haven’t done. But now, now I’m doing it.

I’ve noticed the following: My insecurities run deep. They’re so deep that I don’t even seem to notice when people are interested in what I’m doing. Or it often seems that I don’t believe them. If I have hardly any appreciation for my work myself and am not that interested in it, how am I supposed to notice when someone really does?
That’s one theory, the other is that the lack of appreciation when I was growing up made me realise that I now need all the more, and all the more clearly, appreciation in order to realise that what I do is appreciated. Word salad, sorry.

So here’s to everyone who is interested in what I do, apparently I don’t really realise it. I can remember many situations where people have suggested that I am interested in what I do in order to achieve a certain goal. Never unselfishly, never unconditionally. Maybe it’s also somewhere in my brain that I don’t realise. I’ve already realised in the last few articles that something is strange. A CT scan recently revealed that I have a lump on my meninges that is slowly growing into my brain. So as of today, I’m putting all the blame on this lump.

Now – if I’ve ever accused you of not caring about me, not noticing, or not doing things the right way, please forgive me. I’m sure you’re doing it right and I’m a bit incapable of appreciating it. Thank you for taking an interest in what I do, in me.

Now I’ll move on to something new, difficult and scary. I’m going to start my own business. I’m going to be an artist, probably quite penniless at first, who has no idea where she’s going to get her next pay cheque. I’m ruling out a full-time job on the side. I also feel a little bit that a part-time job that takes up too much time might stop me from throwing myself fully into self-employment. I’m afraid I can’t avoid using social media if I want to generate income somehow. I need to expand my portfolio. I have to go from “I don’t care if anyone actually cares what I do here” to “I should find out how I can do what people value”. At least that’s my first impression.

When I watch videos on the internet about being a freelance artist, it’s very often people from the USA. It seems to me that there is a completely different appreciation of “art” there. If you look at Germany, for example, often only those who have had a “proper education” are worth anything. How annoying can such a stupid value system be? I mean, I can go to art school for 4 years and what I produce is soulless rubbish. I can sit down, start drawing and “poof – magic”. Who evaluates what art is, how, when and where, should not be determined by rich people, but by people who feel addressed by art, who see a value beyond money. Art should be thought-provoking, for some it just has to be “beautiful”, whatever that means, but hey! That’s ok too. <3

So next point: start. Kofi maybe? Commenting daily, keeping up to date with what’s happening on this journey into self-employment? Be brave. Be independent. Rush in. Do it.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Getting very emotional about IT – 2nd

(Non)promotion during school years
Part 2

Let me say in advance: I am writing exclusively from my own perspective. As a rule, I do not link to any articles, research or the like. These are purely assessments and experience reports. Personal shit. Maybe someone can relate to it – maybe not.

I think I learnt that in the 90s – in Germany – it wasn’t exactly the trend to get children interested in IT. Especially not girls. I did get the impression that there were attempts to encourage girls to learn “higher professions”, but this usually meant something like being a vet or a German teacher.
There was also no proper infrastructure in the field of IT – not even in other technical areas. Natural sciences in general were rather “meh”.

We had one year of biology, one year of physics and one year of chemistry. Did we do experiments in physics? No. Did we ever see in biology (even if only pictorially) what people, animals and plants authentically look like from the inside? No. Did we do anything in chemistry other than light a match? Yes, well maybe in chemistry, that was the only area where there was a bit more equipment. We had a teacher who was quite motivated.
Our physics teacher was an unmotivated old white man. He talked to us more about the current content of the daily newspaper and less about how traction and optics work. If you haven’t learnt that on your own, you’re just out of luck.

Mathematics. No. Just no. I never felt so incompetent in any other subject. Well, physics.

My teacher never once gave me the feeling that I wasn’t a hopeless case. I don’t know how I managed to get a four on my report card.

A short digression: why don’t I just write “girls and boys” all the time, but instead write “uterus and penis”? We are talking about children. When it comes to promotion in the case described, we are suddenly talking about “girls and boys”. Children are categorised and promoted on the basis of their biological characteristics, regardless of how they see themselves.

My point is this: Someone has missed something. Now everyone is crying out for skilled labour. If you consistently miss out on half of the population for years (and often still do), you’re going to lose out later on. You have people who feel like shit because they were constantly taught, in the years when they were learning things for later, that they simply can’t do certain things well because they have a uterus. And if they’re not good at the things they should be good at: Languages, art and beautiful things – then they just can’t do anything and are hopeless cases, maybe sport will work for them?

Whereas people with a penis are always good at maths anyway, can do technology and of course they are also good at sport, everything that has to do with muscles. If that’s not the case, then they’re soft, girls or something’s wrong.

All in all, it’s just complete toxic shit, one way or another.

Having been born with a uterus myself, I can better relate to this group of the poorly endowed. However, I would like to point out that there are certainly enough shitty abuses of children of different genders.

What role does praise play? Yes. It plays a role. When my teacher tells me: you can’t really do anything except draw and write nicely. What do I do then? The only praise I’ve received, I want a repetitive transformation. I want to show my role model that she’s not wrong. I endeavour to become better.
What am I not doing? Try something else.
Will I become really good at something? Maybe. Will I find out whether I can do other things that are certainly also useful and good? No.

Surely a type of school where everyone tries out everything would have an advantage here.

If nobody teaches you how logical thinking works because some people can do it that way (because they’re boys) and some can’t (because it’s unnecessary), you’ll have obstacles later on. If you’re told that after you graduate, you’re going to find a husband and have a house to raise your children and dogs in anyway. An education is important, but maybe something that’s useful, so … housekeeper or tax consultant.

A look at my environment:

The perception of IT students that it is quite normal that there are only a few women in their lectures. Professors who offer female students a “pass” if they fulfil sexual favours. Computer scientists who can’t find a middle ground between mensplaining and information dumping.

What I would like to see:

I would like to see promotion regardless of gender. Not every child wants to do something with IT. But to be shown that it is quite normal, if it is, or that it is possible at all, would be a starting point. I hope that children can try out everything, that they get the opportunity to find out what they can do and want to learn. Regardless of their parents’ careers, regardless of their parents’ wishes.

I would like to write in much more depth and detail about role models and gender. But I have an ADHD brain and right now it’s very chaotic and emotional and wouldn’t be able to structure everything very well, BUT it really wants to write all this stuff down.

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