The Media's Apology

Sup kiddos? Well it's a Monday which means back to the grind of my 8:30 to 5 life at a desk in a silent testing room. Okay, that's an exaggeration. I'm only in the testing room til noon and 1-5 I mostly hang out with my boss while getting projects done. But the mornings leave me with nothing to do but blog.

This week I only have to stay until 4:30. What's sad is the realization that this news has brought incredible joy to my life. I picked a major that would lead me to a career where I don't sit at a desk, staring at a computer, watching the minutes creep by. Nothing about a desk job in the business world sounds exciting to me. My job now (sitting at a desk 8:30-5) confirms I chose an appropriate major (education. and no I will not simply lecture 6 periods in a row five days a week) and here is why: the 30 minutes I get to leave early from this desk job have left me ecstatic. What a monotonous existence desk life is.

Okay, okay, now on to the media...my liberal friends can slap me later...

I am a little over the politically correct agenda of the media. Don't get me wrong, this isn't racism or homophobia or white pride or the sanctity of nuclear family or any of that. You just can't watch anything, and I mean anything without having the gay couple, the interracial couple, the adopted kid, the not-so-nuclear family, the abortion, and the stem cell research...
I get it. These are the issues facing our nation, our generation. They are obviously going to appear in the media. But it is to the point where I feel bombarded. Like the white media is redeeming itself of its past sins towards blacks, gays, interracial couples, etc."We're sorry. Everything we make from now on will portray you, the marginal groups that we marginalized. No more white nuclear families. God Bless America." Because clearly white nuclear families don't exist or at least they shouldn't in our movies, tv shows, and commercials.

So a commercial came on. For bug spray. Or Wal-mart. Maybe even McDonalds. Something where a family is sitting outside at their picnic table. The dad is light skinned African American. The mom is Asian American. And the three kids are all white as can be. And that makes sense... "Here, let's vomit some diversity to make sure we aren't racist." Yeah, that doesn't really work so well. I mean, come on. Sure, it's possible this interracial couple adopted three white children. Families all look different- I get it. There is no look to the American family. But that also doesn't mean throw a bunch of people together that don't make any sense so that we aren't pushing the white man's agenda and offending anyone. This country is way too afraid to offend. This commercial wasn't an attempt to show diversity in America. Some company probably got sued for not having equal opportunity employment so this was the commercial they put out as redemption. It's always all about the media redeeming itself. It's retarded, it's sickening, and I'm over it.

Who needs a shower...

Who needs a shower when you have tornadic rain to wash your hair?

Kali and I are having our first official bonding experience as roommates. We are also bonding with all the Norman locals and their dogs. And that is not just an expression today.

I'm the ass who doesn't take tornadoes seriously. I sat and watched the news as they told me it could hit Norman. And I laughed at it. Well I went from laughing to the shaking girl who heard "baseball sized hail" and began driving through a flash flood to get to a campus parking garage to protect my car and get into a safe building. So here we are, in Physical Science, watching the news online because cable has gone out in Norman, with no cell service, a bunch of locals, and dogs. Rest assured, the projectors are up and running and so is wifi.

Some man came in and just announced: it has stopped raining and the sun is out.

My thirty minutes of panic are done and all my new local friends are heading out.

Tornadoes just give you the shits and then leave you hanging. I was expecting super dome hurricane business in here.

Back to the third floor apartment we go...at least until the sirens go off again. God love Oklahoma.