02/08/09

Last class we watched a video on the exploitation of the female through horrible media schemes. As a participant in this "generation Y" one can definately see how many girls grow up to be empty vessels covered in make-up and purfume, with no thoughts of there own, or seriously damaged due to issues of inadequacy. Although the creator of the film did take it slightly to the next level, one cannot deny that the people in charge of choosing what we see on TV and in magazines have a strange perception of what we should be striving to look and dress like. I believe this strange perception has never had a beginning nor will it have an end, I think it's just a part of the human mind trying to perfect itself in a very cynical world. As for this lovely Sunday it turned out to be a lazy one for me personally. Beer pong and a lot of ridiculous 98.5 The Beat music accompanied me as I waltzed about a random party Saturday night through early Sunday morning. Personally I love older hip hop, Dead Prez, Public Enemy, The Pharcyde, KRS-One, so to have to be subjected to such mind numbing crap is almost too much, but you have to put up with it in such an environment. Finally someone turned the station to some classic Conjunto which is easier on the ear, and just all around great beer drinking music I think. So I found myself in a taxi heading home around 5 and then suddenly in my room passing out to some KZEP. A good end to the evening/morning. : ] I woke up somewhere around the afternoon and went immediatly to my couch to watch TV for hours on end. A classic lazy Sunday. A lot of House episodes, one of those spiff movies you love to hate, Not Another Teen Movie, a cartoon here or there. Occasionally I got up to surf the net, I stayed on Youtube for quite a while because I stumbled upon some math tutoring videos that really did help me out with some confusing shit. Then I taught myself some crap on the piano because I found a huge array of 'how to play' videos. To top it off I watched some vids that showed how to properly work the clutch and gears on a motorcycle because I'm slowly convincing myself to buy one. To end this disgusting soak in media sauna I watched an episode of Family Guy and then Robot Chicken, and of course some Pandora in the background as I type this. I love my Fugazi station.