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I’ve Given In

I’m sure the guilt will become unbearable and I’ll eventually delete it but…I’ve created a Twitter.

In my defense its not so much because I think anything I have to say is important, I’m just hoping James Deen will notice me and tweet me someday.  (I’m kind of in love.  Even though I probably wouldn’t even risk shaking his hand in real life)

Anyways, all joking aside, I really think it might be useful when I can’t write a post.

Please follow me, my page is looking pretty pathetic at the moment: @theanondawdler

Kids these days

Alexander2I know, I’m far too young to say something like “kids these days”, I need a porch and a rocking chair.  But something I constantly worry about is the world and culture my children are going to grow up in.  Again, kind of a weird concern for a 21 year-old, but hey, thats me.

Last week I had the pleasure of chaperoning my nephew’s kindergarden class on a field trip.  Needless to say it was pretty adorable.  They went to see a performance of “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”.  If you’re unfamiliar with it, its a children’s book originally published in 1972 which has been adapted to film and theater.  The premise is simple, a little boy has a really bad day.

But I found myself wondering if its even applicable to children today.  What would it look like if published in 2014?

1972– Alexander has a working dad, stay-at-home mom, and two older brothers.

2014– Alexander would most likely be an only child of divorce.

1972– Alexander is upset he doesn’t get a prize in his cereal box and the sneakers he wants (red with blue stripes) don’t come in his size.

2014– Alexander would probably be upset his mother didn’t let him play with the Ipad during breakfast or buy a new video game.

1972– Alexander cringes at the lima beans for dinner and the kissing that was on TV that night.

2014– One of his parents throws some Chef Boyardee on the stove and calls it a day.  And I don’t even want to think about the stuff on television.

Before any busy working moms freak out, I’m not trying to generalize here.  These are just my thoughts.  But I’ll tell you, it makes me want to raise my kids on some remote farm without cable.


Thoughts on Technology

headphones-i-phone-iphone-iphone-4-ipod-music-Favim.com-57217I don’t know if this is just me, but I find myself thinking about social media and technology a lot.  And not in the sense that I check Facebook or email constantly, but just wondering what its doing to my generation in general.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love texting as much as the next 21 year-old girl and I don’t know what I would do without Google.  But a couple of incidents recently have bothered me.

A few weeks back I noticed something unusual on my way to class.  Now I go to a large state school and was taking a bus (and at the stop) with what felt like 50 students.  And I was literally the only person who did not have headphones on.  (I personally don’t wear them too often.  Perhaps if I’m sharing a room with someone and don’t wish to disturb them, but not on busses or in waiting rooms.)

But this suddenly bothered me.  Everyone seemed so hostile and unapproachable.  I mean it seems that half the time I’m asking another pedestrian for directions they have to first remove their headphones before asking me to repeat myself.  This also kind of rules out striking up a polite conversation with a stranger.  I mean what if your future spouse walks by or a potential best friend?  It seems you’re going to miss out because you’re too busy listening to music and checking your Twitter.

This brings me to the second incident.  Over the summer (a while ago I know, but its stuck with me) I was at a small gathering for a friend’s birthday; maybe 10 or so people were there.  Once everyone arrived we of course had to clink our red Solo cups (not really clink then I guess) while cheering and simultaneously taking a photo.

A few moments later, there was complete and utter silence.  When I look up, everyone is tweeting, facebooking, instagramming (and god knows what else) this photo.  To me it seems like they all stopped living for a moment.  I mean we get so caught up in meticulously documenting our lives that we’re missing it.  I suppose it would be great to have pictures of a great night out (mind you, just a few) but won’t the actual memory stay with me?

So now I turn to you, whoever reads this.  What do you think?