Tuesday, April 3, 2001

Philosophy Majors' Working Qualifications

Grocery store workers are the only job for which Philosophy majors have qualifications.

Working in a grocery store or working in a fast food restaurant.  Yeah, I know those are crap jobs.  Those are not professional careers that people would plan their long-term life for.  The job duties are a lot of hard work that an employee has to do, but they are not difficult to understand.  Those are minimum wage gross jobs that you barely have to have half a brain to adequately work at.  But those are the only jobs that Philosophy majors are qualified to do.

Looking back on this, I realize this is always true.  Back in high school, they kept telling kids to go to college or else.  But even back then, I had a nagging sense of, I guess one would call it “practicality realistic conscience.”  Even back then, I realized that the generic call to college for everybody was not necessarily the best solution.

More importantly, they did not ever specify exactly what these kids should be doing in college.
I was sitting in MedTerms sp2001 class, and this revelation hit me -- kids go to college just to party, have spring break, and prolong their careless, carefree adolescent phase.

I am suddenly reminded of the TV show "Friends," which I think embodies the phenomenon of spoiled middle-class-white kids in college just as well as it obviously, blatantly displayed regarding spoiled mcw grown-ups.

I feel that these are self-evident truths about college education which leads into paths that one chooses for oneself.  Kids, try to remember that this is just a TV show.  You cannot major in philosophy of communications in real life and then expect to afford a spacious, fairly new, fairly clean apartment in a nice part of town in one of the biggest cities in the world.

Is this attitude of college kids just left-over relics, or dregs from wishful thinking from watching "friends?"  Did a generation of people fool themselves into thinking they could achieve this comparable lifestyle by doing comparably the amount of work they saw the "friends" characters doing on TV, which was nil?

Ohhh, now I get it.  All those nasty disgusting spring break diseases, grils gone wild, all that driveling, drooling mess -- it was all transpiring while these people were pursuing crap majors.  All these disgusting things that girls kept doing to themselves, screwing themselves into a hole, that was whilst they were pursuing degrees in philosophy and history of English.  (I apologize for using the word "drooling." That is an insult to babies.)

(hmmm.... this could work,  this sounds like a more feasible and smooth transition.
I heard someone talking about how their kid was a Spanish major, and the other guy then asked him, what the hell is she going to do with that?

That is when it all fell into place.  Even heretofore, I myself still thought of Spanish and African-American Studies as being reasonable, somewhat useful degrees.  African-American Studies is multi-cultural, so at that point I still thought of it as a worthy degree to pursue.  This was a devastating realization to make that multicultural degrees which increase one's awareness of the world, make one more well-informed, and ___ might not truly be practical.

Sunday, April 1, 2001

What Is Even Worse Is When Females Treat Themselves Like Pieces Of Meat

It is already bad enough that all over the entire frickin world males abuse and beat down women and treat them like sh!t. worse than sh!t. Like the stuff that sh!t wipes off its shoe and says ew gross at. Forced "prostitution," r--ing children in Thailand.  Child "brides," again r--ing children, in Africa.  Islamofascists r--ing and otherwise abusing women and children.  So-called legalized prostitution in Amsterdam.

What is even worse is when females treat themselves like pieces of meat. Like some sort of life form lower than pieces of meat.  Strippers, prn, The girls gone wilds, the b----es and h-s in gangsta rap videos, the hip-hop lifestyle (huh?), paris hiltons.  Who are actually stupid enough to believe some bullshit line about how taking off your clothes and showing your genital region to complete strangers is liberating and empowering.  They are convinced they made the conscious, informed choice to do this themselves.

Back in the 1990s, there was not much objectification of women.  At least not in my entertainment circles.  It sure as hell was not mainstream and routine.  There were supermodels on the catwalk that starved themselves... and that was it.  That was the extent of reducing women to sex objects or property.  Honestly I was never under the belief that males somehow "made" women do this.  Those females did this to themselves.  I still feel that way.

But this latest rehash is much, much worse than that.  This could not possibly be just the females inflicting this onto themselves.

It is the sickening convergence of everything misogynistic in this world.  It is the treatment of women like trash plus it is the sexual objectification of women -- all snowballed into a horrific runaway train.  It is a system of glorifying violence and other abuse against women.

Jennifer Lopez is supposedly hailed as being great because she is bringing multiculturalism and Latinos to hollywood.  Are you kidding me?? That is a sick, mirthless joke.  This is an extreme insult to real-life Latina women.  Jennifer Lopez is a grotesque parody of Latina women.  She has no respect for herself, she has no dignity, she has no grace.

I see also out in public, in the malls, in grocery stores, real human girls cheapening themselves, demeaning themselves, kowtowing to this mess.  Wearing those hoochie shoes, with a really small mini skirt, wearing backless halter tops.  I never imagined I would ever be writing a turn of phrase such as that.

I'm not even going to give them the dignity of calling them girls or women.  This is because you see, those terms imply human beings.  The above-mentioned specimens, on the other hand, might be female, but we don't know yet female what.  I cannot turn on the effing television or the computer without seeing this 3hi+ all over the place. I have resigned myself to watching only CNN, the six o' clock news, and Nickelodeon.

In my eyes gangsta rappers and all of them are in the same class as criminals, all low-life scum, the lot of them. Ugh. I can't believe that it's so widespread, pandemic, epidemic, that I feel a responsibility to actively state that this is NOT what feminism is.  A lawn overgrowth like bacteria in a Petri dish, a fungus mold mildew infestation.

Why in the world are you so adamant, aggravating, like enthusiastic in a violent manner, to show everyone your urogenital region?

Maybe They Are in fact Afraid Of Revealing Something.  Something big.  Well, it might not be so big, it might be merely adequate-sized, or simply pinky-sized.

Are you in fact a male that had a transsexual operation?  And now you are scared to death that someone might get to wondering about whether or not your pelvic region is homegrown?  And so therefore, in efforts to combat [stave off]]] any suspicion with a preemptive strike, are you launching these measures?
And is that where this deep-seated need to prove that you have female genitals, originates?

And so you are shoving this down everyone's eyes, “loookkk loookkk at me!!!  Looookkk looookkkkk at my vulva!!!!  i am completely 100% female and i can prove ittttt!!!!!”

Are you secretly insecure about the fact that you are not genetically female?  And so you are trying too hard to prove to everybody ELSE that you are female.  By showing the public your genitals, this is proof positive that your phenotype resembles a person with double-X chromosomes.

In the vain hopes that if you insist and beat people over the head with it, maul them on the head with a hammer, they will then be convinced enough, and they will never ever, ever question your gender orientation.  Are you trying to ensure they will not discover your secret?  That you are in fact secretly used to be a man?  This is little more than the female equivalent of that old hackney, of a flasher in a trench coat, lurking around dark alleys and corners of buildings, slithering up to innocent, unsuspecting pedestrians, and causing them to go blind.