About Chantal

So you are Chantal Janzen and you have to work on Saturday. While everyone (well, almost everyone) is free. You have, I can imagine, done something special with your children in the morning, prepared dinner for the evening, arranged the babysitter, laid out all the important numbers, packed your bag and off you go. You know that a million people are going to watch you that evening and that some people are already dipping their pens in vinegar. But you focus on your work. You asked Leco to appear at your best. Hair, makeup, the whole circus. Your stylist comes in with your outfits. You try them on, look critically and choose the red one with sequins. A heel underneath, legs nicely smeared with Nuxe and off you go.

In short, you did your best. And then it starts. The dirt diarrhea. You would have used botox, you would this, you would that, it was too much of one thing, too little of another. And just when you thought it was all over, your colleague Wendy van Dijk started liking those messages again. You raised an eyebrow at that (because yes, you could still do that, raise an eyebrow) and then a new chapter came. Wendy. Her account was said to be hacked. It would all be a proverbial sausage to you, but still nice, because you didn't expect this either.

You go home. Reads what is being said about Wendy and Linda and knows two things. 1. You are in good company. 2. To make the online world a better place, we still have a long way to go.

So you respond. In a Janziaanse way. With humor and self-mockery and yet also love. And I think that's impressive because wow, people. This is just someone who is doing her best. Who takes her work seriously, has done her utmost all day to give us a nice Saturday evening. Does she deserve this? Can I end with a quote from good old Henny Vrienten: there is a button on your TV.

If you find it all so terrible, then just don't watch, right?

Image: Instagram Chantal Janzen