Learn from the Giant Hamster Ball

Today, I was in a giant inflatable ball, rather like a hamster wheel. Here, let me show you a picture of one: Image

The Biological Engineering club had one on campus today. My friend somehow talked me into going inside of it. I can’t remember how she did it, I remember explicitly saying ‘no’ about a thousand times, and yet, somehow, I ended up in that giant hamster wheel. She must be a level twenty-seven word wizard!

My friend and I got in it together. It was exactly how I pictured it: my friend deviously throwing herself against the transparent walls, and me oh-so-gracefully flopping around inside. We acquired quite an audience, I’m told. I wouldn’t know, I was on my back most of the time. The rest of the time I was on my front, and just a few times I was on my face.

What does this have to do with anything? Good question. I will tell you. Always take opportunities. Even though I really, really wanted not to run around in the giant hamster wheel, I did. And even though it was humiliating, exhausting, confusing, topsy-turvy, backwards, strange, and slightly painful, it was the most fun I had in the past two weeks and something I will definitely never forget.

It seems as though in today’s world, whether it be business or home, women tend not to take all the opportunities they could. Women think “I’m not ready”, “I need more experience”, or “I don’t have enough education”. Whereas men tend to not worry so much about those kinds of things, and jump into opportunities like they jump into the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated.

I didn’t feel I was coordinated enough for that ball. I figured I’d look the fool, the awkward, the weirdo. As soon as I stepped into that sphere though, it didn’t matter. I had to learn on the spot. I had to make sure my friend didn’t jump on my head (which she almost did. She must have Force-jumped over me or something, Good Lord!). Who cares if you’re not ready? Is anyone really “ready”? No. Life happens. Opportunities present themselves like fireflies in the night. You have to catch them when you see them, or you may never see them again.

Best Wishes,

thenerdfightingfeminist

I am a Feminist

Image I am a feminist. Yes, a feminist. Scary huh? And it probably came as a huge surprise.

What was the first image that sprung into your head? Hairy legs? Butch haircuts? Bra-burning and meetings of enraged housewives throwing down the man-hate? Maybe. Maybe not. Hopefully not.

Feminists get a bad rap. You tell girls you are one, and they give you a funny look. You tell the guys that, and they look at you horrified, like you’re about to kick them in the nads. I’ve been there, I’ve done that. Well, I’m here to tell you that feminism is none of that. It’s about equality for everyone.

 

The other day I was reading a book called Powerful Women in History (okay, this isn’t the exact title, but it’s pretty close). As I was reading it, a guy walked past me, glanced at my book, did a double take, and stopped in his tracks. He backed up.

“Powerful Women in History?” he asked, head cocked to one side. “Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

I was stunned. Floored, even. I didn’t know what to say. The guy shrugged and went on his merry way thinking nothing of it.

That’s why I’m here. This is what I’m doing. Feminism is the “radical” notion that women are people, not women riding on the shoulders of men with an Indiana Jones’ whip yelling “YAH! FASTER, MY BITCH, FASTER!”

No. Not here. Not ever. Here, everyone has a voice. Here, everyone is equal. I am a student, a feminist, a nerd, and now, a blogger. I am here for you.