Oooooh, December!
That is, December in Chicago. Those three words frighten people living on the west coast or southwest, or anywhere west of the Mississippi (I just did that sing-song spelling in my head, how third grade was that!?!?). The only three words more forboding is February in Chicago.
So now I am back to having ample time on my hands. That means more writing in here. During the summer, you had to chain me to the damn desk, but now I don't have anywhere else I'd rather be. Scratch that. But this will have to do until my vacation time kicks in.
So my boyfriend and I watched Bowling for Columbine last night, he for the first time, me for the second. It is thought provoking, to say the least. The first time I watched it, I thought about moving to Canada, but last night I looked at it differently. Of course Michael Moore is going to espouse his viewpoint and push his agenda, he made the damn thing. I am pretty liberal and agree with what he has to say most of the time. I even enjoy how he patronizes these racist, sexist, violent and ignorant people without them knowing they are being patronized. (Ignorance is bliss?) It frightens me how violent our society is. How jaded we all are to this violence. How quickly people will pick up a gun to solve a problem. Michael Moore thinks the media is to blame. True enough, corporations that own these periodicals and news stations pretty much dictate what is news worthy, and it usually suits their own interests. I do think that our media sucks. It is too focused on celebrity, beauty, and morbidity. It seems no one wants to see the good in people. They would rather scare us into thinking we are not safe anywhere because it boosts revenue many areas.
In my opnion, I think divorce rates, teen pregnancy and absentee parents create many of societies� problems. It is a vicious cycle. No one is raising these kids. The MEDIA is raising these kids, actually. Just plop �em down in front of the TV and go about your business. Hey, why don�t you close your legs or at least use condoms until you are ready to raise a person you can be proud of?!?!? Kids need time and attention. Not South Park and Vice City. Leave those things to me, a woman of 26. (ALMOST 27!!!)
Ok, I tripped. Tripped right off my soapbox.