All posts filed under: How To Human: A Guide by Baya

Here you will find my How To guides on everyday complexities that help me figure out how to function, coupled with fun & colourful collages.

How to Help Save the Planet

In my first year of Uni, I joined an environmental action group. I’d always been conscious of global warming and the responsibility of humans to stop our planet from – you know – dying, so I thought joining a group was the natural next step for me. What actually happened, however, is that I eventually found myself feeling like a fraud. While I was a part of the group, I felt like it DEFINED me. I began feeling guilty whenever I turned on a power socket or opened a packaged product or bought a new item of clothing. In my heart, I quietly knew that I couldn’t go cold turkey on all these things, but in my head I kept scolding myself with “you should – if you truly cared, you would.” Hilariously, I came to a breakthrough a few weeks ago when I read a Tumblr text post that went something like this: “You’re a fan if you enjoy a few of their songs; you’re a fan if you could recite every track in …

On Treating Yo Self

Ever since Tom and Donna introduced me to the concept of “treat yo self” (which, for anyone who isn’t aware, is the anthem), I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. While the Parks & Rec gang focused on material things like buying clothes and fragrances, ultimately what the whole “treat yourself” philosophy means to me is very simply: be kind to yourself. Being kind to yourself is much more than just letting yourself eat a cupcake – it’s about offering yourself the sort of kindness that you would unquestionably give to your best friend even when she’s at the lowest of times. It’s very easy to hold yourself to certain standards of being, whether that means standards of intelligence or creativity or beauty or popularity. But what often happens is that these standards are very difficult to attain and maintain, or there are other people out there better at it than you are, and suddenly these little monsters of self-doubt, fear-of-failure and embarrassment creep their way into your mind. The goal then, is …

On Feminism

It took me a long time to realise I was a feminist, mostly because I always thought being a feminist meant burning my bra, shaving my head and becoming a lesbian. I used to quickly defend myself whenever I called out sexism and my guy friends called me a feminist. “I’m not like an actual feminist” I’d insist. God forbid, right? One day, after I said this, a friend asked me “Why not, don’t you want equality for women?” I answered “Why, of course I do”. And then she said the most liberating thing to me. She said: “Then you are a feminist.” See, the media always like to put up images of angry, negative, man-hating extremists that are nearly impossible to relate to, and then slap the “feminist” label on her. And even if women try to be feminists, an army of journalists are ready to pick her apart and point out all the ways she isn’t feminist enough: “Beyonce is too naked, too married, too pregnant, too sexy, to be a feminist.” Never mind the fact …