moda vivendi

I'm just talking to myself. We do that sometimes, me and myself.

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Things I will never own….

A succinct and incomplete list:

  • A minivan: even if Porsche designers have a brain aneurysm and suddenly come out with one, I will not own it.
  • Real Uggs: my fake ones are just as warm and comfy.  No need to spend hundreds of dollars on shoes that aren’t Manolos.
  • A sushi maker: too much hassle for something I don’t care for that much.  Though we did give my aunt one for her birthday this year and it does look cool…
  • One of those rat-dogs: if I wanted a rodent, I’d get another dwarf hamster.
  • A book written by Paris Hilton, the Kardashian sisters, or Snookie: isn’t the fact that they are published authors an indictment against the institution enough as it is?  No need to encourage them.
  • A Lindsay Lohan CD: oh…wait.  It was a long time ago.  And I borrowed it from a friend, I didn’t even buy it!

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The problem with the world

Here it is, folks.  Instead of working on stuff for my advertising class (group meeting in T-minus 3.5 hours and….yeah…moving on), I have figured out the problem with the world.  I haven’t figured out the meaning of life, though.  Give me a few more minutes.

The problem with the world is that we, as a culture/nation/what have you, glorify people who do not deserve it.  I mean, Snookie has a book.  An actual book with her name on the cover.  Apparently, she knows how to write.  Coulda fooled me.

As well, I follow @SororityProblem (Sorority Girl Problems) on twitter.  This mystery author released a “book” available only in electronic form.  From what I can gather, it’s filled with entirely unrealistic stories about college.  It begins with  a short trip down memory lane, her calling her life “tequila-soaked” and continues to say that she was suspended for three days in high school for showing up with a traveling mug of white wine.  Did I mention she’s 18?  Ahh, memories….?!

I am not, nor have I ever been, in a sorority.  But it’s things like this “book” that give girls A) unrealistic expectations about college and B) make them think that if they aren’t drinking and dressing like a hot mess and doing Lord knows what else, that they will not be accepted by their peers.  Granted, this is a generalization, but I have a feeling that a lot of impressionable high school girls think that this actually happens in college.  I mean, the cover has spilled wine and crushed pills on it.  What kind of  message is this sending!? You don’t need to “buy” friends, binge drink, or turn yourself into a slut to make guys like you or to make girls want to hang out with you.

Anyway, the fact that trash  like this gets published is what is wrong with the world.  We are glorifying the wrong people.  Does anyone read Jane Austen anymore?