May 25th, 2009
Last week I visited a beauty pageant for the very first time. It was the pageant in which the new MISS Benelux was chosen. In case you don’t know: Benelux stands for Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxemburg. I went there with a friend of mine who was one of the judges; she was also the winner in 2004.
Before we went my friend told me to dress up properly because it was a chic and fancy festivity. I didn’t take it too seriously, mainly because I don’t take beauty pageants too seriously. Excuse me if that offends you, but I am sure that I also do things that you don’t take too seriously, right? So I guess that makes us even.
But when we arrived at the right building in Belgium…
I was stunned. I think I had misunderstood my friends’ definition of chic and fancy. I thought that she was exaggerating but she wasn’t. It actually WAS chic and fancy.
When we walked through the immense ballroom in which the pageant was being held we finally found the promoter, Miss P. She saw us and immediately greeted my friend, not even looking at me. So I introduced myself to her, like anyone (as far as I know) at a chic and fancy festivity would do. Miss P, however, didn’t feel the same way and barely shared a smile. At that time I thought she was rude, and she thought I was just another contestant trying to suck up to her. We just misunderstood each other.
After that, I and my friend went to the dressing room, which was huge. We got a bite to eat and a quick glance at the new aspiring misses, before we sat down with other former misses.
Quickly glancing at some of the aspiring misses to me it looked like there was some potential present. Then my friend told me that they would look even better doing the choreography they had been studying for weeks. She said that the choreographer was very strict, professional and made sure everybody would remember the routine. So I was very exited to see the show.
I was already getting tired of waiting and walking around in my super high heels (15cm), when the show finally started. The aspiring misses all came on stage together at first to perform their routine. Which I thought would be spectacular. But I had misunderstood again, it was kind of lame. The show all together, however, was more impressing than I had imagined. The girls on the other hand were less impressive. I had never seen so much cellulite in my life and I don’t even remember the face of the winner. Standing on stage all together, and properly dressed, they looked good though. And I had a nice time with my friend. Who has shown me what a real beauty pageant is. And that I’ll never be a miss, except maybe for MISS-understood.
But I guess this is what you’ve all been waiting for… a picture of all the girls in bikini! (Excuse my camera for not being professional)
Marcia Farias,
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May 9th, 2009
Jealousy. It’s an emotion we all feel from time to time. It’s ok as long as we don’t act on it. And as long as there is nobody around to make it worse. Something that isn’t always the case.
Like the other day when I was working on a photoshoot. The photographer suddenly stopped taking pictures and said; “No wonder … (what’s-her-name) didn’t want me to work with you. She doesn’t compare to you at all.†What happened was that a girl that I had had a videoshoot with years ago had told him not to work with me, because regarding to the photographer she was jealous. When I said that she had no reason to be jealous, the photographer answered by saying that she just needed to get her life in order so she could see what a great girl she actually is and blah blah blah. Well that’s very nice, but if you would have just told her that, you would have saved me this little drama. Ain’t that right?
Men that aren’t pimps like you (readers) are sometimes just don’t know what to say to whom. For instance, this guy I was seeing. He was receiving messages from another girl. Obviously I got a little jealous. But when I said something about it, he said that he wasn’t interested in her at all. He wanted to be with me and blah blah blah. Again that’s very nice, but why don’t you just tell her that so she knows not to expect anything from you?
Don’t get me wrong, I love men. Especially the ones that talk to me and tell me stuff. But some things are just meant to be told to her…
Marcia Farias,
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May 7th, 2009
Today I was watching the Tyra Banks show. Most of my friends don’t like Tyra because they say that she thinks she’s all that. They say that she should act normal. I personally like her but I know what they mean. Here in the Netherlands everybody is really down to earth, a person that acts like Tyra does will be called arrogant or something like that. Because her behaviour is different from what people over here are used to. And even though I have never been to the United States I have heard people say that Tyra’s behaviour is common over there. So it’s very likely that a super modest and down to earth person from the Netherlands will be told to act normal over there. That makes me wonder; how could one define normal?
I have a friend that starts drinking wine at twelve in the afternoon. To me, that’s not normal because I get up at that time. Something that to most people isn’t normal either. And I could give many other examples like that. So it’s obvious that everybody has a different normal. That’s logical since everybody lives his life in his own way. I guess that normal is nothing more than something that is usual. This is actually confirmed by an online dictionary:
nor?mal
1. conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.
2. serving to establish a standard.
Reading this definition my conclusion is as follows; Normal is just a word that is serving to establish a standard which comes from things, thoughts or actions that are usual. So in a way, I guess the word is used incorrectly. We are already acting normal when we are acting as usual. Even if it’s a little different than others are used to.
According to this conclusion it is not normal to be the only one in college that has a career in modeling on the side. Since nobody else in that same college does it. But calling it abnormal makes it sound so negative. When it’s actually something that a lot of people want. So people prefer to call it special. Which has a more positive ring to it, but actually has the same meaning.
That makes me wonder though why everybody is always telling each other to act normal. Is it just because they are afraid to become abnormal when everybody around them starts acting different? Or is it because people only like people they can relate to (or believe that they can relate to)? Maybe it’s because people love habits and can’t stand things that are not ordinary? Well, whatever it is I know that I will never listen to them!
Now start acting normal again! Like you’re used to…
Marcia Farias,
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April 22nd, 2009
Since the financial crisis hit the Netherlands I am getting more worried about my future. I am not into 9-to-5 jobs, but is right now a good time to get more educated? Or to be picky about jobs? I think not.
I believe the time has come to invest in jobs. Not by getting more educated or working for free, but investing in efforts. Some years ago it was enough to have an education and a pretty face. Today that doesn’t fill the entire picture anymore.
Employers want to see the efforts that you have done in your career, prove of effort that you will do for them and most of all; effort on the job interview, before they even begin to think of hiring you.
Lucky for me that I can still work as a model. Unfortunately though, modeling in the Netherlands also requires some investments. Most of the interesting jobs I get asked for are low buget, so unpaid. These are also the jobs that look very good on a resume and that girls are standing in line for. So does it pay to invest in a modeling career at times like these? I don’t know. It still wouldn’t keep me from falling down when the crisis hits the modeling world.
A positive thing about it though is that modeling teaches you really quickly how to present and express yourself in all sorts of situations. By modeling you get to know so many different people that you will quickly learn how to get along with all of them. And you experience so many situations that you will learn to act quickly under stress or other difficult circumstances. So maybe it is worth it to invest in a modeling career.
And, when I am not able to be a model anymore, I can start my own course. In this course I could teach other people how to present themselves. How to behave in certain situations and how to keep their cool under stress. Would you invest in it?
Marcia Farias,
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April 22nd, 2009
One thing that I used to ask myself when I looked at people, especially girls, around me is; how do they get by? I don’t know how it works in the US but in the Netherlands everybody always seems to have everything they want. Minus a job, that is.
And, even though I am Dutch myself, I wonder how this is possible. When there’s a moment in which I am not working, I am always struggling to get by. Even when my parents are giving me a helping hand, I still can’t do all the things I want to. And it’s hard to (temporarily) give up the life of luxury that I am used to.
Can you imagine how hard it must be for girls that never knew luxury, to lose it after having experienced it for a while? Well, it’s much harder for them than it is for me. They don’t know how to hold on to it. MTV is also not helping them. Shows like Cribs and The fabulous life make Dutch people even hungrier for fortune than they already were. It’s not just the guys anymore that dream about having nice cars and cribs, is seems like the whole nation is now interested in these items. And in flaunting them.
The most interested in these things though, are girls that just met with luxury. They are like scavengers, interested in everything that shines. And who profits from that? Exactly, men with a little spare change in their pocket and a not-so-happy marriage. A man like that has to be neither wealthy nor good-looking. Just willing to provide a luxurious life for a girl that is not his daughter. And hope that he gets something in return. Which, most (or some) of the times, isn’t the case.
I know this now, when I was younger I was naïve and I thought that people around me were on my level. Never taking money for anything other than a decent job from someone that is not immediate family, that is.
The fact that these scavenger girls are never honest about their income didn’t make it easier for me to figure it out. But as you get older, you start realizing that some things are not as they seem (or just as they seem) and I so put the pieces together.
Obviously the scavenger girls lie about their sugar daddy’s because they are not proud of it. It’s not just the fact that they have to take money from strangers, but also the fact that these sugar daddy’s are never people they want to be seen with. Especially since flaunting is the new trend, something that doesn’t really work with a guy twice your age on your side.
So maybe it’s time for MTV to come up with a new show. I have already seen Pimp my ride, Pimp my bike, Pimp my room, Pimp my doghouse and much more. When will I be able to watch a show that will help all of these young scavenger girls? Pimp my… sugar daddy!
Marcia Farias,
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