Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts

Friday, March 12, 2010

Push peace, achieving emotion (F x's 3 Series #5)

For today's Fab Five I'm going to do something a little different, since consistency so isn't my thing, and take an idea from spinner.ca, since creativity, also, isn't my thing (today).

Laugh: Paula Deen was on Craig Ferguson this week. While his show always makes me laugh, this particular episode was full of hilarious moments. Like how they never actually made food. Or how Paula Deen's southern accent really does not lend itself to speaking French. Watch it here.

Rage: A big story hitting news stands lately is about how a girl in Mississippi is suing her school district to hold prom. Why might you ask, would someone have to do that? Well, it is because her school district is full of prehistoric douchebags who, evidently, are unaware of the full definition of equality. You see this girl would like to bring her girlfriend to the prom. And wear a tux. And basically enjoy a lovely night of high school fantasy. Instead, its all turned to Nightmare before Prom land where, sure she can bring her GF to prom, but the school has cancelled prom, and in order to get the obvious equality of treatment that she deserves, she has to involve an impartial third party to remind the school of that. What is wrong with people?! This is not a question of sexuality and gender role bending, but of HUMAN RIGHTS. She is a PERSON who has a significant other who wants to celebrate a night, in public, with that significant other. We don't have the balls to question that when its a man and a woman, so what is so monumental about woman and woman, or man and man? But what really got my blood boiling are the comments at the end of the article I read.  I'll warn you though, you might throw up a little from sheer disgust of how "backwards" some of the comments are.


Cry: I had neighbours once who taught their kids that crying was not ok. They weren't allowed to cry when they were hurt, or when they were mad, or just because. Crying to them was reserved for monumental occasions, and even then, only a few tears were acceptable. I can't decide if this was a really brilliant parenting strategy, or just really fucked up. Only time will tell. I think it's measured in how many psych session each of the kids go through.

*This whole idea came from the Laugh, Rage, Cry series Tegan and Sara did with Spinner.ca, which you can find here.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

welcome to university. you have no life.

today is st. patricks day, and as i sit here in the library while my friend destroys my philosophy essay, im reflecting on this year at university. for possibly the one night a year when it is socially acceptable to get drunk on a tuesday i am stuck thinking about euthanasia. pleasant, i know. and somehow ironic... while atleast 3/4 of my building is getting plastered im in the library (with a surprising number of others i may add) i am writing a paper thats due a 8.30am tomorrow morning. i did not procrastinate as i usually would have. finishing it at this point is a great success. moving on though, this night is very much so the epitome of my year.

while countless others are out about town, i remain here on campus, whether in the library or in my room, keeping it pretty low key. not that i havent had some interesting nights, but the majority have been on the studious side. it turns out that living at school, being a full time student, and hanging out almost exclusively with other students means my life revolves around academics. when i hang out with friends we talk about classes, and things in the news, and university scandals. maybe these are just the kind of people i hang out with, but then again, maybe this is what you give up when you go off to uni. part of your life, if not the majority of it, is surrendered to school. its my focus, my source of news, entertainment, and of course, knowledge. these are good things, sure. but i kind of resent it.

resent it because i willingly signed up for an institution with the misconception that i would "get a life" when in all reality, i gave one up. instead of enjoyin a st paticks day where i can legally drink in one province, i gave it up to write a philosophy paper. and i am not pleased.