If Lee ever needs help editing his Ross Shep alumni page, here is just one of many examples I would suggest:
I am currently in the med program at the University of Alberta. I decided I wanted to become a doctor because it was the only way I could touch and see naked bodies. It doesn't matter if they are male or female. I like them all. I don't discriminate. I love everyone.
Also, I realized that I had no use for my penis so I donated it away for medical research purposes. However, researchers said my penis was too small for any use at all. Now I am a eunuch.
E-mail me Lee, I've got lots of more ideas.
Friday, January 26, 2007
So this my blog entry about tattoos.
When did tattoos become a fashion accessory? It seems like no one gets tattoos because it means something personal to them now. Girls get tattoos in the ubiquitous lower back portion of their body as a brand of their sluttiness. Guys get the ever-present barbell around their arm “muscles” as a testament to their “masculinity” and desire to be carbon-copy assholes. Tattoos have become increasingly crude and a running gag line almost. I am not one to judge someone for what they get tattooed on their body because it is their choice and their body; however, that being said, I don’t understand the choice of subject matter for tattoos anymore! Do women truly feel as though little butterflies are reflections of themselves? Long celtic symbols? Hearts? And men who get cartoon pin-up gals (especially the guy who got the tattoo of the girl giving the devil a blow job) should be particularly shameful! Yes, please perpetuate some sexist and masochistic image by getting it permanently tattooed on your body. I mean, it is every kid’s dream to go up to their father and say “daddy, what is that girl doing to that man?”. I would be forever proud of my father or grandfather. I would fall over myself to date, be seen in public, or generally associated with any man who has such an awe-inspiring image of brilliance on his body. Please, just bring it on. Images of butterflies, hearts, and celtic symbols may have meaning to some individuals but the majority of people are getting tattoos because it is the “cool” thing to do these days. And that drives me nuts because it cheapens those of us who get tattoos that have meaning.
Similarly, tattoo subjects appear to be getting cheaper and more de-valued as time goes on. Of course I am thinking of a girl that we all know and love who was willing to get her name tattooed on her leg. WHY? So you can remember it if you ever get amnesia? Not even her Chinese name, but her actual name. Oh, I should go or I’ll miss my opportunity to get “Laura” tattooed on my forehead….
I believe very strongly that tattoos are a personal choice. It is your body and your choice and at the end of the day, it is your tattoo and you should get what you want. But I also believe that tattoos shouldn’t be used as a fashion accessory or humour device. It is permanently etched in your skin and at the age of 80, are you going to still be proud of, and relate to, the naked cartoon girl you have tattooed on your leg? I believe that tattoos are a reflection of your character and what does it say when you have the same ubiquitous tattoo that millions of other girls or guys have? To me it states fairly clearly that you have a complete lack of originality and creativity. If you want to be hip, go and buy the latest smock-y clothing item, or hip technology, that is on the market. Don’t get a carbon-copy tattoo because guaranteed you will find hundreds of people milling around the mall with the exact same thing. And that is just stupid.
When did tattoos become a fashion accessory? It seems like no one gets tattoos because it means something personal to them now. Girls get tattoos in the ubiquitous lower back portion of their body as a brand of their sluttiness. Guys get the ever-present barbell around their arm “muscles” as a testament to their “masculinity” and desire to be carbon-copy assholes. Tattoos have become increasingly crude and a running gag line almost. I am not one to judge someone for what they get tattooed on their body because it is their choice and their body; however, that being said, I don’t understand the choice of subject matter for tattoos anymore! Do women truly feel as though little butterflies are reflections of themselves? Long celtic symbols? Hearts? And men who get cartoon pin-up gals (especially the guy who got the tattoo of the girl giving the devil a blow job) should be particularly shameful! Yes, please perpetuate some sexist and masochistic image by getting it permanently tattooed on your body. I mean, it is every kid’s dream to go up to their father and say “daddy, what is that girl doing to that man?”. I would be forever proud of my father or grandfather. I would fall over myself to date, be seen in public, or generally associated with any man who has such an awe-inspiring image of brilliance on his body. Please, just bring it on. Images of butterflies, hearts, and celtic symbols may have meaning to some individuals but the majority of people are getting tattoos because it is the “cool” thing to do these days. And that drives me nuts because it cheapens those of us who get tattoos that have meaning.
Similarly, tattoo subjects appear to be getting cheaper and more de-valued as time goes on. Of course I am thinking of a girl that we all know and love who was willing to get her name tattooed on her leg. WHY? So you can remember it if you ever get amnesia? Not even her Chinese name, but her actual name. Oh, I should go or I’ll miss my opportunity to get “Laura” tattooed on my forehead….
I believe very strongly that tattoos are a personal choice. It is your body and your choice and at the end of the day, it is your tattoo and you should get what you want. But I also believe that tattoos shouldn’t be used as a fashion accessory or humour device. It is permanently etched in your skin and at the age of 80, are you going to still be proud of, and relate to, the naked cartoon girl you have tattooed on your leg? I believe that tattoos are a reflection of your character and what does it say when you have the same ubiquitous tattoo that millions of other girls or guys have? To me it states fairly clearly that you have a complete lack of originality and creativity. If you want to be hip, go and buy the latest smock-y clothing item, or hip technology, that is on the market. Don’t get a carbon-copy tattoo because guaranteed you will find hundreds of people milling around the mall with the exact same thing. And that is just stupid.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Wow! I didn't post a thing during the entire month of December. I suppose that is what busy working people do! Not post on their blog because they are busy actually working! Wow, what a phenomenon! I am unsure if I am glad or sad that I have joined this busy throng of people too busy to blog about various different subjects.
Moving on..... here is my first blog of 2007. Memorable!
My new years epiphany is that life is about being an insecure, attention seeking, approval seeking little wimp. That is it. That is life in a nutshell. Let me explain... when you are a child, you are the apple of your parents eye. You adore them, you look up to them, or at the very least, you constantly seek their approval through your actions. Whether it is going to University and become that doctor, or marrying someone who meets their approval (ie: handsome, rich Chinese doctor with potent sperm for lots of grandchildren), children always do things, consciously or not, in order to please thier parents or gain their parents' approval. This includes the little things like cleaning up your toys, and obeying your parents' orders because to not obey means that you fall out of their favour and they become angry with you. No child wants their mom or pop to be mad at them. As they get older, children who are morphing into adults, or adults in general, lean away from the approval of their parents and start living their own lives. However, the desire to be liked and appreciated and approved of never leaves us. It merely transfers from one sphere of influence to another. Instead of making decisions and executing actions according to how your parents would react, you start feeling overwhelmed and influenced by your workplace (for example). Your boss doesn't recognize your potential? You feel crushed. You feel hurt when you are overlooked for a position or aren't thanked for your work. You feel insecure at work and are aware of every whispered conversation, strange glance, or misspoken word. It is the same crushing humiliation that you felt when your parents were mad at you. Suddenly you are working harder in order to be noticed more, putting in overtime hours, sticking your nose so far up that ass that it is permanently brown, simply to be noticed. Hence, life is about being an insecure, attention seeking, approval seeking wimp. If it is not approval from your parents, or your boss and co-workers, it is from your friends, or your significant other, or yet another party in your life. Everyone's perception of themselves is coloured in part by those around us. No matter how small or insignificant, that influence is there. Those who claim otherwise, who claim that their actions are based entirely on themselves, motivated by their desires and not the approval from others, is lying to themselves and to everyone else. That influence is there, no matter how small. To everyone, there is that someone, or someones, who you consistently strive for attention and it is that same someone who can make you feel as though you just walked on water or swam through shit.
Life's a bitch, isn't she?
Moving on..... here is my first blog of 2007. Memorable!
My new years epiphany is that life is about being an insecure, attention seeking, approval seeking little wimp. That is it. That is life in a nutshell. Let me explain... when you are a child, you are the apple of your parents eye. You adore them, you look up to them, or at the very least, you constantly seek their approval through your actions. Whether it is going to University and become that doctor, or marrying someone who meets their approval (ie: handsome, rich Chinese doctor with potent sperm for lots of grandchildren), children always do things, consciously or not, in order to please thier parents or gain their parents' approval. This includes the little things like cleaning up your toys, and obeying your parents' orders because to not obey means that you fall out of their favour and they become angry with you. No child wants their mom or pop to be mad at them. As they get older, children who are morphing into adults, or adults in general, lean away from the approval of their parents and start living their own lives. However, the desire to be liked and appreciated and approved of never leaves us. It merely transfers from one sphere of influence to another. Instead of making decisions and executing actions according to how your parents would react, you start feeling overwhelmed and influenced by your workplace (for example). Your boss doesn't recognize your potential? You feel crushed. You feel hurt when you are overlooked for a position or aren't thanked for your work. You feel insecure at work and are aware of every whispered conversation, strange glance, or misspoken word. It is the same crushing humiliation that you felt when your parents were mad at you. Suddenly you are working harder in order to be noticed more, putting in overtime hours, sticking your nose so far up that ass that it is permanently brown, simply to be noticed. Hence, life is about being an insecure, attention seeking, approval seeking wimp. If it is not approval from your parents, or your boss and co-workers, it is from your friends, or your significant other, or yet another party in your life. Everyone's perception of themselves is coloured in part by those around us. No matter how small or insignificant, that influence is there. Those who claim otherwise, who claim that their actions are based entirely on themselves, motivated by their desires and not the approval from others, is lying to themselves and to everyone else. That influence is there, no matter how small. To everyone, there is that someone, or someones, who you consistently strive for attention and it is that same someone who can make you feel as though you just walked on water or swam through shit.
Life's a bitch, isn't she?
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