Social media and the grass on the other side / Social media si iarba din curtea vecinului

     Hello, ladies. 

     Today, I would like to start a dialogue with you, my honeys, and to exchange some points of view about the following issue: has it ever happened to you, to be logged into your facebook(FB)  account looking at the photos of your friends, former school colleagues, and after that to start comparing your life with theirs? How many times has this happened to you, to be in a good mood when you log in your FB account, and after a few clicks your mood changes for the worse?

     Azi, doresc sa deschid dialogul cu voi, dragele mele, si sa facem un schimb de pareri despre urmatoarea constatare: voua nu vi se intampla sa stati pe facebook (FB) si sa va uitati la pozele amicilor, fostilor colegi de scoala, iar apoi sa incepeti a va compara viata cu a lor? De cate ori nu vi s-a intamplat sa fiti intr-o dispozitie buna, intrati pe contul FB sa vedeti cum sta treaba pe acolo, ca dupa cateva clicuri sa vi se schimbe dispozitia in mai rau?

Beauty fades, dumb is forever / Frumusetea e trecatoare, prostia este eterna

       Hello, beauties.    

     Today, one of my close friends (you remember her, the one that said “you are not special”) gave me the idea to write about beautiful people. She wasn't referring to physical beauty like Kim Kardashian, Katie Price, Britney Spears or any other so-called “star”. Since we are talking about beauty, I think this  is the right place to mention one of my favorite sayings: Beauty fades, dumb is forever. These words are like music to my ears, because they  can be used in so many situations in life.

     Astazi, prietena mea de suferinta :P (o mai tineti minte, cea care mi-a zis “nu esti speciala”) mi-a sugerat sa scriu despre oameni frumosi. Si nu se referea la frumusete fizica gen Bianca Dragusanu, Zavoranu sau mai stiu eu ce alta vedeta. Ca tot veni vorba despre frumusete, cred ca se potriveste de minune aici o vorba de duh care imi place foarte mult: Beauty  fades, dumb is forever (Frumusetea e trecatoare, prostia este eterna.) Ma unge la suflet vorba asta pentru ca se potriveste in multe situatii. 

Bee :)

If the shoe fits...

     Hello, beauties.

     Fara prea multe ocolisuri, azi voi trece direct la subiect: nu poti schimba un barbat- este un mit. Nu vorbesc din auzite, ci din propria experienta. Sa nu credeti ca sunt genul de femeie care uraste barbatii, nu sunt genul de feminista ajunsa la extreme. Nu, deloc, nu imi sta in caracter. Dar sunt ferm convinsa ca nu poti schimba pe cineva. Indiferent daca e barbat sau femeie. De ce, va intrebati? Pentru ca dorinta de schimbare trebuie initiata de tine insuti, tu trebuie sa iti doresti acest lucru.

     Without further introduction, today I am going to go straight to the subject: you can not change a man- it's a myth.  I am speaking from my own experience, not from things that I have heard. Don't get me wrong, I am not that type of woman that hates men, I am not one of those extreme feminists. Not at all, that is not me at all. But I am a firm believer that you can not change someone, no matter what their gender is. Why, you may ask? Because the will to want to change has to come from within, you have to want to make a change.

Bee :)

Tomorrow is a better day / Maine va fi o zi mai buna

     Hello, my dears. 

     I am Beatrix but everybody calls me Bee (like the insect). I have been living in the US for the last 5 years, but I still managed to keep in touch with friends from back home. Ana and I have known each other for ages. We met in 5^th grade, when I transferred to the school where she was attending. Although we haven’t kept in touch after 8^th grade, we found each other like 2 years ago on the internet. So there you go, we reconnected thanks to the internet.  I can honestly say we haven’t changed that much, just matured a little bit and got wiser.

     Salutari, dragele mele. 

     Ma numesc Beatrix, dar lumea imi spune Bee (ca pe insecta). Locuiesc in SUA de 5 ani, dar am reusit sa pastrez legatura cu prietenii de acasa. Eu si Ana ne stim de secole. Ne-am intalnit in clasa a cincea cand eu m-am transferat la scoala ei si, chiar daca nu am pastrat legatura dupa clasa a opta, ne-am regasit pe internet aproximativ acum 2 ani. Sincer, nu ne-am schimbat asa de mult, doar ne-am maturizat un pic si am devenit mai intelepte. 

     It took me a while to realize that I could never find myself in the pages of women magazines. In the past I wasn’t mature enough to see with a critical eye the information I was offered, I was very easily influenced by the ‘advice’ offered by this type of magazines. All they do is lower your self-esteem, so you would think they’re good for you and they help you, so you keep buying them. Why do I say this? Because after 10 minutes of reading let’s say X Magazine, I already felt unsecure, frustrated and unhappy: I am not skinny enough, my skin is not perfect, I don’t have the latest clothes, I don’t have the perfect relationship or something is wrong with me cause I’m not in a relationship etc. You get the point. Having said this, I would like through this weekly column to share with you advice, encouragements, to be like a support group for us girls.

      Niciodata nu m-am regasit in revistele pentru femei, insa mi-a luat ceva timp pentru a accepta realitatea. In trecut  nu aveam maturitatea necesara de a discerne si de a privi informatia oferita cu un ochi critic, eram usor influentata de ‘sfaturile’ oferite in paginile acestor reviste. Tot ce fac ele este sa-ti scada nivelul stimei de sine pentru a te convinge ca sunt si ca te ajuta, doar pentru a le cumpara continuu. De ce zic asta? Pentru ca, dupa 10 minute de rasfoit  revista X, imi era de ajuns sa ma simt complexata si frustrata,  nefericita: nu sunt suficient de slaba, tenul meu nu este perfect, nu am hainele cele mai trendy, nu am relatia perfecta sau e ceva in neregula cu mine pentru ca nu am o relatie etc. Intelegeti voi. Pornind de la aceasta premisa, doresc ca prin aceasta rubrica saptamanala sa dau sfaturi, incurajari, sa fie, cum ar zice americanu’, un fel de support group pt noi, dom’soarele si doamnele.