That’s Discrimination.

Official Disclaimer: This may be the most controversial thing I have ever written. Just to clarify, I am completely against any form of racism and discrimination. The idea that any race, culture, gender or person is superior to another absolutely turns my stomach. People who advocate this superiority should rot.

With just three months left to graduate, I decided to take “Minorities in the Media” as my last Mass Communication elective. I guess I thought it would be interesting to spend three full months discussing how the media portrays minorities. I should have just dropped the class whenever I saw the book title: “Racism and Sexism in the Media” written in an obnoxiously large font size. What was I thinking?

Passion (Fruit Punch)

With this new blog, I am feeling quite adventurous, reaching out into modern technology like a goldfish rushes toward the surface of water when its food is lovingly sprinkled across. I may compromise and create a blog, compromise and wear flats, compromise on where to eat after church on Sunday nights, but there is one thing I never compromise on: my AM/FM radio.

 

There’s just something about commercial radio. I love commercials. I love listening to them: moaning at the stupid ones, snickering at the inappropriate ones, and rolling my eyes at the ones built upon desperation. XM radio cannot compare.

 

Commercial-free radio is like not eating the chips and dip at a Mexican restaurant. It’s picking the pepperonis off the pizza, not reading the fortune inside the cookie, liking the Chipmunks better without Alvin , or not dipping your chicken nuggets in BBQ sauce. Each commercial stimulates a response in my ever active imagination. Most recently, the KoolAid commercial really got the hamster running…

 

For My Girls (And Boys Who Enjoy Eavesdropping)

I know a lady with nine lives. She has literally been to death’s door tons of times and is still alive. Not only has she been to the door, she has knocked on it, jiggled the handle, pressed the doorbell, turned the key, tapped her foot impatiently, looked through the peep-hole, banged with both fists and thrown pebbles at the glass window. Yet no matter how many times she comes close to death, she always turns around and walks right back into her life. 

 

It’s almost like she does not want to die, even though she has to be 200 years old, if not older. And each time she bounces back, I can’t help but think: what on earth is there for her to live for? She’s old. She has had many battles and a stopped up garbage disposal and a broken heart many times over. The last of which concerns me the most.

 

McDonald’s, the Parent (I’m Lovin’ It!)

McDonald’s was sued by a group of New York teenagers claiming that the fast food chain caused their childhood obesity. One of the teenagers said he ate at McDonald’s every day for three years on his way to school. It was during this time that he began gaining weight uncontrollably, a problem he still faces in his teen years.

One cannot help but wonder, who allows their child to eat at McDonald’s every day? At what point did a restaurant become more responsible for a child’s well being than the parent?

*Waves*

Here it is. I have caved in to the cult that is blogging. After being informed that MySpace is not an appropriate blogging tool, I was forced to enter this Real World. It’s exciting and terrifying. What if no one comments on my blog?! 8/

Hopefully this raises my coolness level. It will until you read my blog and find that I am hopelessly uncool. I do, however, spend entirely too much time pondering the simple things in life. My ability to turn the simple into complex sometimes causes me to amaze myself.

I live to make others laugh. At the end of the day, however, if I make myself laugh, I consider it a pretty decent day.