Caffeine Bubbles

#19 Spring Awakening

2011-02-05T11:57:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, hasn't it? I believe the last time I wrote was sometime during the summer of 2010! My goodness. Caffeine Bubbles has mellowed a little, so forgive her for finding less things to be angry about. I will try my hardest, I promise!

Today, my friends Miss Jo, Monsieur J. and I went to see our university's production of the acclaimed musical "Spring Awakening" (for which I auditioned... and wasn't cast. Grrr there, I've found something I should be vindictive about! Well not really.)

"Spring Awakening" is a musical (American) based on a 1891 play of the same name written by the German playwright Frank Wedekind.

The title is in fact an allegory for the discovery of sexuality and adulthood, and as the finale song "The Song Of Purple Summer" suggests, new beginnings and new life (despite the theme of death which is inherent).

But basically, the musical is about sex. Teenagers discovering sex.

It was very good but strangely enough, slightly shocking. So shocking in fact that my friend Miss Jo gasped in horror at various scenes (ie. when the hot guy playing Melchior pulled his breeches down so you could see his buttocks; suggested sadomasochism and masturbation; two male cast-members exchanging passionate kisses... I could go on, but I won't for fear of disturbing the more sensitive souls).

The singing and dancing weren't bad either (Miss Jo particularly enjoyed the leadman's singing, and the fact he wasn't too unfortunate-looking. Ahem.)

Sexuality was however not the only theme of the musical. Other poignant topics included filial and romantic love, innocence, religion, education and depression & suicide.

I think that what surprised me the most, however, was how uncomfortable the musical made the audience feel. I had known what to expect but still I was surprised.

After all, aren't modern-day audiences used to all this sexual outwardness and swearing via the media and the expansion of pornography to the extent it becomes practically fully acceptable?

"We are used to sex scenes on TV or in films," says Miss Jo, "but when you see it on stage, you can feel the tension in the audience. Especially when the actors pulling their underpants down on stage are fellow students."

So why is it that the musical and the play continue to shock, to this day?

...

All in all, the production was hugely entertaining. The singing, acting and dancing were stunning, the stage decor beautiful, and the story didn't fail to produce tears, laughter and "awws" in the audience.

You can listen to the entirety of the soundtrack on Spotify: Steven Sater – Spring Awakening

#18 Hairdressers Are Psychos ©

2010-08-31T03:46:00.000-07:00

The evil circumstances I find myself in compel me to write an article sooner than I expected.

I have a very VERY important message for you all which may save your lives from much grief.

DO NOT TRUST HAIRDRESSERS !!! HAIRDRESSERS ARE EVIL PSYCHOS !!!

Me at the hairdresser's this morning: "Cut off 5cm. ONLY 5cm. Observe my really long brunette-Blake-Lively-meets-Penelope-Cruz hair. I want it to remain that way, just 5cm shorter. Do NOT cut off 20cm. 20cm is my worst nightmare. I repeat: DO NOT CUT OFF 20CM!!!"

Hairdresser: "I understand perfectly." *slightly unsettling psychopathic smile as she holds up a shiny pair of lacerated scissors*

She cut off 20cm.

Me before:

Me now:

Well, kind of.

*blink*

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

It is as though part of my soul has been ripped from me, as though life will never be the same again. Indeed, I am facing a bad hair year.

Sweeney Todd could not have done a better job.

(Lesson: at the hairdresser's, do not read magazines that deviate your attention from the task at hand, not even for one nanosecond. Hairdressers are DEVIOUS; their sole desire is to see morbid chunks of hair fall to the ground in a gruesome motion.)

#17 Blank Space © Caffeine Bubbles

2010-08-27T06:41:00.000-07:00

I thought the title of this article was super duper awesome and indie and cool and witty until I realised the song by The XX that I was trying to make a pun out of was NOT called "Blank Space" but was in fact called "Basic Space". Yeah. I'm such a failure.

I will now go into a corner and weep from frustration at my own incompetence.

*blink*

ANYWAY.

This article could be entirely about The XX (following an email conversation with my good friend Miss Smiley Face about the sexual innuendoes hidden in the first track of their album).

But... IT IS NOT.

Nope. Sorry folks.

The purpose of this article is to communicate the fact that, yes, there has been an extended hiatus in Caffeine Bubbles' (yeah that's me) promising career as an angry blogger.

Indeed, summer holidays can get pretty dull on the mocking front. It's not that easy poking fun at your dad's cooking.

Or your dog.

She's so vain.

Or your mum's choice of footwear.

You know what I mean.

BUT...

DO NOT DESPAIR! I will begin to consistently write again at the start of next term because, believe me, it is much easier to poke fun at things at university (my main source of inspiration being the uni campus and other students).

So... expect lots of angry articles about things that people don't usually get angry about like:

- trees,

- fluffy bunnies,

- society hoodies,

- Mickey Mouse,

- hot guys.

Except hot guys don't really make me angry at all. Unless they're REALLY REALLY... I dunno... poo-ey?

Also, I'm getting a new camera (and a new car hopefully but that's really none of your business) so expect lots of inappropriate photographs of random things/people that I stalk from behind bushes.

Sayonara until then!

#16 This Is The Story Of How Caffeine Bubbles... Went Mad © Caffeine Bubbles

2010-07-23T13:50:00.000-07:00

Doing a summer internship in an office is a great opportunity for any university student. After all, you get to explore the workings of the professional world, you begin to make a name for yourself, and most of all, you get to earn some real dosh in order to buy that sports car you've always dreamed of.

Or a pony for some people.

Pony Turned Unicorn (Poor creature. Talk about cruelty to animals.)

Personally, I'm more a car kinda gal.

The Car That I Want

What the...?! This came up when I typed "cute pony" into Google Images:

Weird-Looking Puppy. Almost as bad as the pony-hybrid thing.

BUT I DIGRESS.

So. Back to my internship story:

In other words, you do something worthwhile, however you decide to look at it.

But when you realise that you are somewhat over-qualified for some of the stuff you're doing, things start to go awry.

Especially when you work so efficiently that you end up having nothing to do, or when you can't be bothered to compose the article you've been asked to write for a well-known publication.

The result of this? You get VERY VERY VERY VERY bored.

You try to find ways to attenuate the boredom. One of them is purging your feelings through writing. Normal people would use a private journal. But as you may have guessed, I'm not exactly normal (and also probably because I don't bring a private journal to work -- who does that anyway???), so I use word processors. And emails. Which in my case today was a very stupid thing to do.

This is an email I sent to a colleague, whom I considered to be a confidant and an accomplice, from the office today:

From: Caffeine Bubbles

To: Caffeine Bubbles' Colleague

Subject: This Is The Story Of How Caffeine Bubbles... Went Mad

« I am so bored, » typed Caffeine Bubbles into Microsoft Word in a cathartic attempt to express her agony. Having finished most of the work she had to do for the day within the first hour she got to the office, she now had practically nothing to do, except for a bit of research on the Treaty of Lisbon. In the past hour and forty-four minutes, she’d tried to find multiple ways of entertaining herself, including spinning around in her chair until she felt dizzy, throwing paper balls into a bin, making a cup of tea every fifteen minutes, using the labeling machine to print out "Caffeine Bubbles is very bored" labels, and other fascinating things.

The internet was now proving to be troublesome, refusing to load various pages that were necessary for her mental well-being, namely the BBC news website, Youtube and Facebook, and for her job, namely the EU Commission webpage.

“MOVE YOUR FAT ASS,” scream-whispered Caffeine Bubbles at her computer as she repeatedly hit the screen with a purple ruler she’d found on the floor. You might have guessed that she couldn’t really allow herself to audibly yell at the PC, as not only would it hinder the work of various executives working down the corridor but it would also make them think she was completely insane, resulting in a loss of career brownie points (for Caffeine Bubbles was no Ulysses – she WANTED a job).

So instead she resorted to scream-whispering -- the action of whispering something that could sound like a scream were it amplified on a super-powerful megaphone -- at various objects which were unfortunate enough to cross her path, such as a rubber, a phone-book, a phone, and the gateway to the alleviation of her suffering: the DELL computer. But the DELL computer would not budge and a brutal sign lit up the screen: “INTERNAL PORTAL ERROR”.

“AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH,” scream-whispered Caffeine Bubbles once more as she typed this into Microsoft Word. “This is horrendous! I can’t get on with doing research for my EU Commission magazine and I can’t even watch stupid Glenn Beck and Bill O’Reilly videos in order to instill feelings of ardent cynicism and anger at bigotry in this mind-numbingly bored skull of mine!”

I did mention that was a very stupid thing to do, didn't I?

That's because two hours later, I found out that my email had been forwarded to all the executives in the office to make them understand they weren't keeping me busy enough.

Well apparently they were all amused. They appreciate my honesty, and will do their best to give me more work.

Oh, gee, thanks Mr. Colleague, I can never thank you enough for what you've done.

By the way, said colleague is my dad.

(Note to self: stick to scream-whispering)

#15 Everybody Loves Glenn Beck © Caffeine Bubbles

2010-07-22T11:43:00.000-07:00

This article is dedicated to a man whom I deeply admire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3J_QLtYqlk

His sense of altruism, of political and social awareness, of investigative thoroughness, his understanding of other cultures, not to mention his endeavours in learning about them, his broad-mindedness, his stupi... I mean intellect, his love for all things exotic, his beautiful face...

Oh, Glenn Beck.

What a man.

So for all you Glenn Beck lovers out there: the first installment of a potential novella praising Glenn Beck, for your utmost enjoyment, in this very blog. It will portray his progressionist desires as well as his tremendous beer-bell... I mean selflessness.

Enjoy.

"New Beginnings: An Objective History of Glonnie Buck's American Revolution"

One: Sewing The Seeds Of Revolt

“I just love my country...,“ choked Glonnie Buck as he stared straight into the camera lens, his glittering blue eyes releasing a cascade of tears, conveying all the hopelessness of his soul and the purely unselfish affection he felt for the US citizens who would later be watching his programme on Fox, a can of beer in hand and a wholesome Walmart ready-meal rested on their plenteous bellies. Yes, that was the illustrious American dream as they and Glonnie saw it… but it was at risk of being shattered into oblivion by evil hands. “... and I fear for it.”

Ever since the dishonest rise to power of Obamin, the malicious socialist Muslim Kenyan who had claimed to want to reestablish the US’s economic and social welfare but who had in fact destroyed everybody’s hopes by turning the nation into a Communist dictatorship, nothing had been the same. In the early months of his administration, a deadly virus – Socio-Political Hypochondria – had mysteriously swept the entire country, threatening to kill off a significant proportion of the population, and more particularly people who had an inclination for tea and grand old parties. Those who had contracted the virus continued to dwell in terror of rotting away, but an act of God had somehow made it possible for them to live, albeit while suffering from horrendous side effects, including baldness, paranoia, halitosis, and deteriorating sexual potency.

Glonnie began to sob into his heart-patterned handkerchief while retaining every ounce of his eminent dignity. A dribble of golden snot trickled out of his right nostril… a symbol of American despair and of the chaos that had ravaged the land. He wiped it away quickly and put his sodden handkerchief away. He solemnly stood up from his chair in the manner of a great monarch who had just finished making a distinguished speech, like Dumbledore III of England (yes, he remembered the name he had read in “An American Guide to European History” by Bill O’Reillo.)

“My fellow Americans,” Glonnie called out in his melodiously patriotic voice, his thick blond hair glowing in the studio lights, his graceful, well-endowed physique radiating the heat of revolt, “the situation has become more than we can bear. My 'circle theory' has now been proven correct, although I genuinely wish it hadn’t, and –.” He was interrupted by another sob which rose up in his throat, his face contorted in disillusion. “We –.” The pain was too great, he was at a loss for words. “We must -.”

He looked up to the ceiling above, envisioning the blue skies over them and repeatedly blinking to chase the tears from his eyes. Glonnie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he fluttered them open, his glare of steel pierced the camera, inducing a fierce desire for insurgency in whoever looked upon him. “We must fight.”

Copyright © Caffeine Bubbles, Brussels 22/07/10

#14 "Why Must Exams Clash With The World Cup?!" And Other Poetic Thoughts

2010-06-14T08:49:00.001-07:00

So... the football started last Friday. Glee, joy, excitement filled my heart.

All would have been marvelous and wonderful had it not been for...

EXAM REVISION!!! ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

Out of the 9 matches which took place so far, I have only been able to watch five. FIVE. OUT OF NINE. SERIOUSLY.

Why are university professors so cruel as to impose exams at this time? Do they not have an ounce of humanity left in their withered old hearts of stone? It appears that they do not.

I have had my nose buried in Lord Byron and Coleridge poems for god knows how long. I have now resorted to sneaking looks at the Google World Cup score page every five minutes. And turning the TV on every once in a while (woohoo! Go Netherlands! ah well, Cameroun, you'll do better next time.)

Anyway, I've just written short articles (under a different name) for some Romantic texts I'm studying, in order to consolidate a bit.

Here are some thoughts regarding Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner":

Many critics have attempted to decipher the meaning of Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (first published in 1798 in "Lyrical Ballads"), but still it remains unclear.

However, the moral can be more easily identified. As Coleridge himself stated in his reply to Mrs Barbauld in "The Road to Xanadu", the poem 'ought to have had no more moral than the Arabian Nights' tale of the merchant's sitting down to eat dates by the side of a well, and throwing the shells aside, and lo! a genie starts up, and says he must kill the aforesaid merchant, because one of the date shells had, it seems, put out the eye of the genie's son', suggesting that The Rime was over-moralistic.

The moral of the entire poem seems to be stated in the lines "He prayeth best who loveth best / All creatures great and small". We are reminded of one of the Biblical commandments, "Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself" (Matthew 22:34-40).

Several examples within the poem point to this claim.

Firstly, the Mariner's arbitrary shooting of the Albatros at the end of Part I is followed by great torments which afflict the whole crew. (Whether the two events are intraconnected or not is another question altogether, however). We are never told of the reasons for which the Mariner shoots the Albatros but some critics have compared his action to Judas's betrayal of Jesus.

Secondly, the Mariner regards the "slimy creatures" in the sea with great contempt and disgust, only viewing them as beautiful beings at the end of Part IV (when the Albatros falls from his neck and sinks into the sea).
Thirdly, the Wedding Guest's initial wariness of the Mariner through his appearance reminds us of the notion that one should not judge a book by its cover.

The Albatross does play a large part in the poem. Not only is it the object of the Mariner's crime, it also becomes a symbol of his guilt. The reader is again reminded of the crucifiction of Jesus and of Judas's betrayal in (Matthew 27). The 'cross' is alluded to in polyptotonic form at the end of Parts I, II and III, and the Albatross is indirectly compared to a Messianic figure, notably by one of the voices in Part V: "'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? / By him who died on cross, / With his cruel bow he laid full low / The harmless Albatross."

Above critique/analysis was published by Caffeine bubbles in a skills classics forum under a different name on June 14 2010

Copyright © Caffeine Bubbles

And some thoughts regarding "The Giaour" by Lord Byron:

I disagree with the unfounded claim that Byron emphasises a mysogynistic point of view through his exploration (or lack thereof) of various characters.

In my opinion, the reason for which there is little or no description of Leila is because, contrary to the Oxford Companion to English Literature's synopsis of The Giaour, the focus is not on Leila but on Hassan's and primarily The Giaour's motives and idiosyncrasies.

Firstly, this leads us to think of the notion of Orientalism (coined by Edward Said in 1978 'Orientalism'), which in Said's opinion, was a solidly Western interpretation of Eastern mores. According to Said, Orientalism was a movement which emphasised the distinction between Western powers and Eastern civilisation, with little regard to the accuracy of their claims. It can thus be argued that Hassan, who originates from the Ottoman empire, and The Giaour who comes from "the cold clim" are symbols of Western and Eastern conflicts of ideas and mores.

Secondly, it can be argued that Leila is merely an object which denotes another conflict: the Greek War Of Independence (1821-1830). Leila, it has been suggested by various critics, is a symbol of Greece under the power of the Ottoman Empire (represented by Hassan). The Giaour could be a symbol of the European powers allied with Greece. Due to the fact that Leila plays no significant part in the poem, the focus here is again brought on the conflict between the two powers, represented by two men. Thus the conflict between West and East is highlighted.

Thirdly, one of the main reasons for which there is little focus on Leila is that the poem is more an exploration of the torments of the Byronic hero, and the psychological ordeal he is put through. Romanticism plays a major part here, bringing to the fore the notions of the self, of love and of tortuous guilt. One must remember that the Romantic hero puts little emphasis on the effect of events on others, but rather on the effect of others on him or herself. We can suggest that The Giaour is a reflection of Byron himself and of the 'illicit' love affairs he had, notably one with his half-sister Augusta Leigh.

I would like to make a correction vis à vis my previous comment.

I stated that the Giaour and Hassan represent the two opposing powers in the Greek War of Independence (1821-1830). However, "The Giaour" was published in 1813. What I meant to say is that the two male characters represent the opposing forces of the conflict ENCOMPASSING the Greek War of Independence.

Thank you for reading.

Above critique/analysis was published by Caffeine bubbles in a skills classics forum under a different name on June 14 2010

Copyright © Caffeine Bubbles

#13 Eyebrow-Less Men With No Hair ©

2010-05-04T14:51:00.000-07:00

About a month ago, my friend Token Science Nerd announced that he would be ridding his scalp of hair and his face of eyebrows to protest against the University's controversial Life Sciences merger.

Unwilling to accept the fact that TSN would take such a drastic measure, and unsure as to why in the name of Richard Dawkins anyone would mutilate their looks in such a manner, I laughed. I dismissed the idea and forgot about it.

That is, until one fateful April morning, two weeks ago, when I received a text from my other friend (I have lots of friends, yes) Miss Smiley Face:

"Oh my god. TSN has just shaved off all his hair and eyebrows. It's all over Facebook."

I was stunned. Although I had known that it was in TSN's capacity to do something so frightful, I hadn't actually thought that he would GO AHEAD AND DO IT. I mean, shaving your hair off, I understand. Britney did it, so it's cool.

But SHAVING OFF YOUR EYEBROWS?

WHY WHY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ???

There has been quite a hype around TSN at Uni. Well yeah, it's not everyday you see an integrally hairless blob walking around campus.

Intrigued, I therefore decided to investigate the reason and circumstances of his sacrificial deed. Why DID TSN rid his head of hair?

Caffeine Bubbles: So, Token Science Nerd, where has all your hair gone?!

Token Science Nerd: I shaved it all off, I'm afraid.

CB: But... but... Why?

TSN: In protest of the merger between the Department of Biological Sciences with the Horticultural Research Institute. The merger is a justifiable attempt at cost-saving which goes way too far, conducted in a destructive manner that exaccerbates the inevitable problems you get when you drive off a large number of staff.

CB: Why is it destructive?

TSN: The University has threatened to outright sack over 30 staff in the Biology Department and HRI. The undergrads aren't going to realise what's going on until it's too late, so I felt the need to attempt to get them involved, while also demonstrating the folly of cutting too much and expecting nobody to notice the difference.

CB: Wow, that's a cleverly symbolic gesture. So what actions has the uni taken so far? Has anyone actually been sacked yet?

TSN: In the week before the third term started, all the staff got told whether they were safe, or 'at risk'. Those 'at risk' have a choice between leaving voluntarily, or fighting for their jobs. If they fail, they will be sacked. Over 30 are 'at risk', around 1/3 of the current staff across the two departments.

CB: How would Life Sciences undergrads be affected by that measure?

TSN: Staff in the department still have to conduct research, run the place, support all the current and incoming research students, and teach the modules they have advertised. The more people we lose, the fewer people there will be to share that burden. Furthermore, everyone is having to do more teaching even if they have no experience. We can predict a general reduction in teaching quality at least over the next two years.

CB: So basically you're saying that Life Sciences undergrads will suffer from a lack of teaching personnel and a degradation of teaching quality. That's quite uncool. Tell me, what were you hoping to achieve by shaving off your hair and eyebrows ?

TSN: Shock people into reading up on it! I don't think anyone can doubt how sincere our concerns are. I hope they will become more supportive of the staff, and more criticial of the situation. I want people to get to know their rights as students here, and find out how they can sort out the problems we are predicting.

CB: What kinds of reactions have you been getting from students and staff?

TSN: Shock, amusement and support. A lot of people, even those who think it's a bit silly, seem impressed. I think we are achieving our aims of getting people more interested.

CB: What's the funniest thing someone's said to you about your new look??

TSN: I found it amusing that everyone in the Union has said I look like Tommo [Ed: epic former Student Union President... no hair or eyebrows] ... except for one person who said I looked like a more handsome Tommo.

CB: HAHAHAHA. Who said that?

TSN: Hehe, never you mind.

CB: FINE. So do you miss your hair and eyebrows?

TSN: I miss my eyebrows. Part of the point I wanted to make was that if you take away too much, you lose the character of what you started with. I think I made that point with the eyebrows. The character of the two departments is being obliterated, and it seems unlikely that we will have anything worthy of Warwick when the merger is finalised.

CB: Any regrets?

TSN: Worth it.

CB: By the way, please don't be offended if I happen to compare you to Uncle Fester in my article.

TSN: Haha, that's a new one, it really is. I've mostly been getting "skinhead", "slaphead", "cancer patient", "war criminal"... "Tommo"...

I've always thought that wanting to look like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family is really rather crazy (well, OK, I'd never really thought about it until TSN's stunt).

But after my informative chat with TSN, I realised that he did it not as a whim, but as a quasi-altruistic symbolic gesture to uphold students' rights to a good-quality education. Indeed, TSN is a young man who firmly believes in his convictions and is not scared to express his views in the most original (sometimes shocking) ways.

I guess all we can do now is wait for his eyebrows to grow back.

Which might take a while.

#12 Should the French curriculum include the study of religion? (original French version) ©

2010-03-11T10:20:00.000-08:00

Here is the original French version of my essay on religious education in French secular schools, which you can read in English here.

L'école laïque républicaine doit-elle aujourd'hui assurer un enseignement des religions?

« Comment comprendre le 11 septembre 2001 sans remonter au wahhabisme, aux diverses filiations coraniques, et aux avatars du monothéisme ?, » c’est la question que pose le Professeur Régis Debray dans son rapport sur « L'enseignement du fait religieux dans l'Ecole laïque » réalisé en février 2002[1]. Effectivement, la religion, que nous le voulions ou pas, nous entoure, et est utilisée pour justifier la fin et les moyens de nombreux actes. Le fait religieux doit-il donc être enseigné dans les écoles laïques françaises ?

Il existe de nombreux arguments pour l’intégration de l’enseignement du fait religieux dans les établissements scolaires français. Premièrement, comme Debray le souligne dans son essai « Le "fait religieux" : définitions et problèmes »[2], la religion est omniprésente et nous aide à comprendre les civilisations du monde, le fondement de l’histoire de l’humanité, ainsi que nos motifs politiques. La religion ne peut donc être ignorée.

Deuxièmement, on a pu constater une amplification du débat sur la religion ces dernières années, disputé entre deux camps principaux : les religieux et les sceptiques. La polémique est illustrée par l’article « God vs. Science » (ndlr : « Dieu contre la Science ») de Dan Cray dans l’édition du magazine « Time » en novembre 2006[3]. Dan Cray, dans son article, nous rappelle l’importance croissante des points de vue créationniste et darwinien dans le débat, et que la légitimité des religions est de plus en plus questionnée face aux avancements de la science et de la technologie. Nous pouvons aussi observer un essor dans la pratique religieuse, notamment de l’Islam en France[4]. L’importance du débat souligne l’emprise de la religion sur notre société. L’enseignement théologique dans l’école laïque devient donc nécessaire. Afin de pouvoir se former une opinion ou une croyance, ne faudrait-il pas d’abord s’être informé sur tous les angles? Avant de se proclamer chrétien, ne faudrait-il pas avoir au moins lu la Bible ? Avant de se dire athée ou agnostique, ne faudrait-il pas avoir étudié la théologie ou du moins avoir réfléchi aux origines et à l’existence de l’univers ? A moins qu'une politique d’indifférence face à « la grande question » soit prônée, l’enseignement neutre et aconfessionnel du fait religieux est nécessaire.

Cependant, bien qu'il y ait de nombreux raisonnements en faveur de l’enseignement du fait religieux, il existe aussi plusieurs arguments contre. Premièrement, certains affirment qu’une éducation laïque vise une absence totale du fait religieux dans un établissement. Quand bien même il serait objectif et de nature purement anthropologique et historique, l’enseignement de la religion n’aurait pas sa place à l’école. En effet, elle devrait être enseignée au catéchisme, à la synagogue, dans une mosquée. L’absence du fait religieux à l’école renforcerait donc l’idée de pluralisme et de laïcité de la République française.

Deuxièmement, l’enseignement du fait religieux pourrait influencer les croyances (ou manque de croyance) des élèves. De plus, certains déclarent qu’une objectivité complète face aux différentes religions pourrait offenser les élèves pratiquants, quelques solides que soient leurs croyances, car elle prêterait moins d’importance à leur(s) Dieu(x). Pourtant, s’ils se disent réellement religieux, ces individus ne devraient-ils pas être sereins face aux explications anthropologiques, sociologiques et scientifiques de leurs croyances ? D’autres ajoutent que cela pourrait même engendrer une indifférence face à Dieu chez certains. C’est possible, mais n’est-ce pas un ‘risque’ à prendre dans un monde en constante évolution, où les idéologies et croyances abondent, tellement que nous pouvons chacun changer d’avis à tout instant ?

Nous pouvons donc constater deux camps dans le débat sur l’enseignement du fait religieux dans l’école laïque républicaine. Il y a ceux qui s’y opposent : ils déclarent que la religion n’a pas sa place à l’école car son enseignement peut offenser et que ce genre d’enseignement peut être trouvé en dehors de l’école (encore qu'il soit difficile de trouver un établissement qui enseigne la théologie d’un point de vue anthropologique, sociologique, historique et scientifique pour les écoliers, collégiens et lycéens…). Puis il y a ceux qui y sont favorables : la religion est une partie intégrante de notre société depuis des millénaires ; loin de l’ignorer, nous devons l’assumer. De plus, afin d’adopter une opinion fondée, il faut s’informer et « être éclairé »[5]. Assurément, nous devons accepter que l’éducation religieuse devient importante dans le monde où nous vivons, sans qu'elle devienne subjective. Les polémiques grandissent, ainsi que les conflits au nom de la religion. Pour pouvoir vivre et comprendre ce monde où nous vivons, nous devons comprendre la religion et la science, et rejeter l’ignorance. Pourquoi la religion devrait-elle donc être taboue ? Richard Dawkins, biologiste revendicateur de la logique et de l’athéisme, se pose la question dans son ouvrage « Pour en finir avec Dieu »[6] qui fait rage. La plupart des gens répondront du tac au tac qu’il faut éviter tout conflit. Mais admettons-le, ces personnes n’ont pas vraiment réfléchi à la question. Car la réponse est simple : l’être humain a peur de toute vérité qui n’est pas la sienne.

[1] Régis Debray, Rapport à Monsieur le Ministre de l’Education Nationale « L’Enseignement du fait religieux dans l’Ecole laïque », http://lesrapports.ladocumentationfrancaise.fr/BRP/024000544/0000.pdf, février 2002

[2] Régis Debray, Publications : Actes des séminaires et universités d’été - Le « fait religieux » : définitions et problèmes », http://eduscol.education.fr/cid46334/le-fait-religieux-%A0-definitions-et-problemes.html, novembre 2002

[3] Dan Cray, God vs. Science, http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1555132,00.html, novembre 2006

[4] Frédéric Chambon, Le repli communautaire des quartiers, vingt ans après la mobilisation pour l'intégration, http://www.lemonde.fr/old-societe/article/2003/02/11/le-repli-communautaire-des-quartiers-vingt-ans-apres-la-mobilisation-pour-l-integration_308815_3226.html, février 2003

[5] Régis Debray, Publications : Actes des séminaires et universités d’été - Le « fait religieux » : définitions et problèmes », http://eduscol.education.fr/cid46334/le-fait-religieux-%A0-definitions-et-problemes.html, novembre 2002

[6] Richard Dawkins, Pour en finir avec Dieu, Ed. Robert Laffont, mars 2008

# 11 Should the French curriculum include the study of religion? ©

2010-03-10T13:49:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since I last wrote anything. Here, I mean. Because I write prolifically. Incomprehensible gibberish most of the time. Except for the occasional golden nugget here and there.

ANYWAY.

Believe it or not, being a student, I have been busy. With work.

I KNOW, RIGHT? Student + work = huh ?

But that is not the issue at hand. Far from it.

I have written a paper in French on the question of religious education in the French school curriculum. You may be aware (or not) that secularism is actually a pretty big deal in France.

And now Ladies and Gentlemen, for your enjoyment, a translation of my paper into English (the original French version will be published in the next post):

Should the French curriculum include the study of religion?

"How can we understand the attacks of 9/11 without a knowledge of wahhabism, of the various Islamic denominations, and of monotheist avatars?,” asks Professor Régis Debray of the Université de Lyon III in his 2002 report to the French Ministry of Education on religious education in secular schools (Rapport sur « L’Enseignement du fait religieux dans l’Ecole laïque », February 2002). Indeed, religion, whether we like it or not, is all around us and is used to justify the ends and means of many actions. So should fait religieux therefore be taught in French secular schools?

There are many arguments in favour of the integration of religious education in the French school curriculum. Firstly, as Debray points out (Publications : Actes des séminaires et universités d’été - Le « fait religieux » : définitions et problèmes », November 2002), religion is omnipresent and supports our understanding of civilization, the foundations of human history, as well as our political motives. Religion therefore cannot be evaded, because to evade it would be to embrace ignorance and live in denial.

Secondly, recent years have seen the amplification of the debate on religion between two main groups: those who are religious and those who are sceptical. The polemic is illustrated by Dan Cray’s article God vs. Science
(Time Magazine, November 2006). In his article, Cray reminds us of the intensification of the case for Creationism and the case for Darwinism in the debate, and that religious legitimacy is now increasingly questionable in the face of technological and scientific advancements. Just as the case for the vindication of Science grows, there has recently been an escalation in religious practice, notably of Islam in France (Frédéric Chambon, Le repli communautaire des quartiers, vingt ans après la mobilisation pour l'intégration, February 2003).

University is also the stage of a rise in theological disputations, namely between Christian Unions and Atheist-Agnostic societies in the UK. The significance of the debate underlines the hold of religion on our society. Thus the teaching of theology in secular schools is becoming necessary. Admittedly, in order to shape an opinion or a belief, shouldn’t one question and inspect every possible aspect? Before claiming to be a Christian, shouldn’t one have read the Bible, allegedly the Word of God, in its entirety at least once? Before claiming to be atheist or agnostic, shouldn’t one cogitate about theology or at least reflect on the origins and the existence of the universe? Unless we want to advocate indifference vis-à-vis the Big Question, an objective study of religion is essential at school.

On the other hand, there are those who stand against religious education in French secular schools. Firstly, some claim that a secular education aims at a complete lack of religion in schools, and that religious education, albeit purely anthropological, historical and sociological, does not have a place there. As a matter of fact, these people add that religious education should only be found at Sunday school, at the synagogue or at the mosque. Furthermore, they affirm that religious education would shake the foundations of pluralism and secularism of the French Republic. But surely, teaching the history of mankind and its various faiths and civilisations would only uphold the notion of pluralism? Moreover, isn’t secularism a movement toward the acceptance and tolerance of all faiths, ethnic groups and all beliefs?

Secondly, the case against religious education maintains that such an academic subject would influence and alter pupils’ faiths (or lack thereof). Additionally, some declare that a completely objective approach to various beliefs could offend some religious pupils as it would devalue their god(s). Yet, if these individuals claim to be true believers, shouldn’t they be untroubled in the face of anthropological, sociological and scientific explanations of their faiths? Others throw in that they could end up atheist or agnostic at the end of the day, which, of course, would be horrendously apocalyptic. That is always a possibility, but isn’t it a ‘risk’ to be taken in a world in constant evolution, where different ideologies and beliefs abound, so much so that we could each change our mind at any moment?

And so the debate on religious education in French state schools rages on, and is disputed by two main teams. There are those who are against: they insist that religion does not have a place at school but solely in other institutions (although it is difficult to find academies which take an objective approach in teaching all faiths to primary and secondary school pupils… and I'm not entirely convinced that a twelve year-old pupil would venture into a mosque of their own accord to hear about the sociological significance of Hallah).

Then there are those who are in favour of religious education: religion has been an integral part of our society for millennia; far from ignoring its study and the debates over it, we must welcome them. Besides, in order to adopt a solid opinion, one must be informed and éclairé, as Debray says (Publications : Actes des séminaires et universités d’été - Le « fait religieux » : définitions et problèmes », November 2002). The polemics are developing, and so are the conflicts caused in the name of deities. With a view to understand and live in this world, we must first understand religion and Science, and reject ignorance. So why should religion be considered a taboo? That is the question that Richard Dawkins, the world-famous evolutionary biologist and proponent of logic and reason, asks in his controversial book The God Delusion (Bantam Press, 2006). Most people will be quick to answer that it is because we must avoid altercations. But let’s face it, these people haven’t really thought about it. Because the answer is simple: humans are scared of a truth that is different from their own.

#10 This Is Bad. ©

2010-02-25T15:14:00.001-08:00

This is bad. REALLY bad.

Almost as bad as when Darth Vador falls to his knees screaming "NOOOOO!" at the end of "Revenge of the Sith" when he finds out Padmé is dead.

(Babies are gross.)

Actually no, that was a terrible example. I should've picked the scene in which Anakin Skywalker has all his hair burnt off after turning all evil, making him look seriously unattractive in a Captain-Picard-from-Star-Trek kind of way.

Except worse. Picard is a bad example. Not that I find him attractive.

No. Seriously. I don't.

I do not have a crush on Captain Picard from Star Trek if that's what you're thinking.

Why are you all looking at me funny?

Stop that.

WHY ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ME FUNNY????? HUH???? HUH?????? ARRRGGGHHHH!

(must remember to take medicated pills after this.)

(Joke.)

So, going back to our hairless Anakin Skywalker.

Wo. I just typed "bald and famous" in Google Images and this also came up:

Uncle Fester from the Addams Family

And this:

Britney Spears Looking Like An Angry Pooch

I think I prefer that one. Makes a more viable comparison with Anakin. Also because it was the most unflattering picture of her I could find on the page. Sorry, Brit.

But I'VE DIGRESSED.

Why was I showing you pictures of famous bald people in the first place????

Ah yes. Because I was comparing Anakin Skywalker to ugly/famous bald people, because I was going to use the bald Anakin Skywalker analogy to refer to the REALLY BAD THING I am going to tell you about.

So.

Yes.

This is bad.

So bad it makes me want to cry.

Almost as bad as when Bambi's mum dies.

That was a depressing scene. Talk about child trauma. For all we know we might have homicidal psychos walking the earth due to Disney's "Bambi".

Like Patrick Bateman. (Remember?)

Detective: "Why did you murder Paul Allen?"

Patrick Bateman: "Because Bambi's mum died."

Did Bambi even exist in the 1980s? I don't know.

And why is Bambi even called Bambi? That's a stupid name. Why didn't Disney opt for something a bit less silly?

Like Ernie.

Or Herbert.

Herbert sounds cool.

I used to think Bambi was a girl. They really don't make it clear in the film that he's not. Think about it.

But once again I have digressed.

So.

That REALLY bad thing.

It's terrible. It's absolutely awful.

I even think we should have two minutes' silence considering the gravity of the situation.

So. I will say it.

No, I CAN'T!

It's almost as bad as the Jelly Baby Crisis.

OK. Fine, if you insist.

The really bad thing is that ...

...

... I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS ARTICLE SHOULD BE ABOUT.

I weep to think of this situation. It is horrendously horrendous. (redundant polyptotons are awesome)

I shall sleep on it. And I will let you know. Soon. Maybe.

If you have any suggestions, do let me know.

(although actually, I've already thought of several topics for the next posts. Just felt like wasting precious minutes of your life. MWAHAHA. I am EE-VILLE. So yes. Suggestions.)

#9 Top Five Reasons For Which Twilight Rocks ©

2010-02-22T13:01:00.000-08:00

I know what you're thinking:

"NO! Damn you, Caffeine Bubbles! My head has been filled with enough images of that overly-mediatised moody greasy-haired dude, sounds of screeching acne-ridden teenage fans who refer to themselves as Twihards, and stupid vampire love stories to render me mentally obese! NO MORE TWILIGHT, PLEASE!"

But, dear Loyal Minion, I don't care.

Stephanie Meyer's "Twilight" saga is awesome. Indeed, Meyer has proven once and for all that she is a genius who should be revered for her marvelous skills as a writer.

Here are the top five reasons why:

#5 The Most Awesome Boyfriend To Walk The Face Of The Earth

Let's face it ladies (and gentlemen?), Edward Cullen is pretty much perfect.

(Except for the I've-been-sneaking-into-your-bedroom-every-night-for-the-past-three-months-to-stare-at-you-while-you-sleep thing. That's just creepy.)

he's gorgeous
he's gorgeous
he's gorgeous
he'll do anything for you (I wonder whether he'd stick his face in a pile of dog poo if I asked him to, just for the heck of it. Yeah, probably.)
I can't really think of anything else.
did I mention he's gorgeous?

Why, you may ask, does this make Twilight awesome?

Because it allows the aforementioned screeching teenage girls to escape this harsh world where human boys:

don't wear white foundation (my theory is that Eddie Cullen maintains his chalky complexion with utmost care)
actually have a life of their own
and for this reason aren't at your beck and call.

#4 The Most Mediocre Use Of Narration

Meyer's story-stelling skills are not exceptional. In fact, in the Twilight books, they are rather mediocre.

Firstly, her use of grammar is oftentimes incorrect:

"The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born." Twilight p9, ATOM
"The birds were quiet, too, the drops increasing in frequency, so it must be raining above." Twilight p119, ATOM (should be, "it must have been raining above")

Secondly, the narrative is mind-numbingly dull. Take a look at the first paragraph of Twilight:

"My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt - sleeve-less, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka." (incipit, Twilight, ATOM)

Sometimes I take the bus. I get on the bus. And I wait for ten minutes while the bus driver drives. Then I get off the bus. Then I walk. And then I get to class. And I listen. And then I go to lunch. There are lots of people at lunch. My carry-on item is a tray.

Yes. I know.

MY CARRY-ON ITEM IS A TRAY!!!!

But I digress.

Also, I'm pretty sure I never want to hear about Bella's cooking prowesses ever again (ie. descriptions of her putting something in the micro-wave, turning it on, and waiting. Every ten pages.)

Thirdly, a lot of the passages just don't make sense. Take this, for example:

"We'd rolled the windows down -- the Suburban was a bit claustrophobic with nine people in it -- and I tried to absorb as much sunlight as possible." Twilight, p114, ATOM

Aww, how sweet. They roll the windows down to help the car feel better. Poor car, must be awful being claustrophobic.

Why, you may ask, does this make Twilight awesome?

Can't spell?

Can't use proper grammar?

Is your literary creativity limited?

Want lots of money?

What Twilight is saying:

If a bestselling author who can't write can get published, SO CAN YOU!

#3 The Most Masochistic Teenage Relationship Ever

Basically:

Eddie wants to munch on Bella's throat. All the time.
He's also a neurotic control-freak, not to mention a mentally unstable stalker
Bella faints and hyperventilates every time he talks/moves/goes to the grocery/the loo
She becomes completely emotionally/everything dependent on him and loses touch with humanity
lots of murder attempts on Bella

Why, you may ask, does this make Twilight awesome?

Because everyone wants an emotionally abusive relationship. It's so romantic.

(Don't worry, I don't get it either)

#2 The Most Exciting Fictional Protagonist in the History of Literature

Bella Swan is the most exciting literary one-dimensional character.

Oh, wait, sorry. For some reason, I was confusing her with the main character of my new book "The Wall" which is exactly three sentences long:

"There was this wall. And yeah. The End."

So. Bella has zero personality, no aims in life, and judging by her array of fun daily activities (ie. wake up, brush teeth, school, avoid contact with fellow humans, come home, cook, homework, sleep), has no social life and is probably just plain boring.

She also has no distinct physical features; she's described as having "dark brown hair" and "pale skin". That's it. Zero nothing nada niet.

Bella's lack of qualities make her "completely non-descript, like a glass of milk or a plain piece of bread," affirms my friend Miss Smiley Face.

Why, you may ask, does this make Twilight awesome?

Because it is a brilliant marketing scheme.

Any Twihard can identify with Bella and project themselves in her empty bubble of nothingness. The lack of physical description also facilitates that projection.

Bella's clumsiness (probably her most apparent attribute) also means that teenage Twihards should feel less bad about their own insecurities and defects.

Thus the reader becomes the protagonist, and despite the fact she/he may be a total loser in real life, Twilight gives them hope that one day they could be cool.

How cruel, really.

And the NUMBER ONE reason for which Twilight rocks...

#1 My Professor Quoted Twilight In My Literature Lecture

Apparently, Edward Cullen is a byronic hero.

Yep. Fact.

The English Romanticism Professor says so, therefore it must be true.

If you don't know what a byronic hero is, Google it.

Why, you may ask, does this make Twilight awesome?

Twilight is a piece of literature awesome enough to be cited by erudite professors alongside great classical works at university lectures.

2010-02-19T08:28:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, I feel the urge to make use of gruesome physical violence, similar to that demonstrated by Patrick Bateman in the infamous raincoat scene in "American Psycho".

Except without the raincoat and Huey Lewis music. (I'd probably go for a Burberry trench coat and some Massive Attack. Maybe. Wow, sometimes I scare myself.)

So where DO these murderous urges come from, you may ask?

Let me give you an example:

"Ohmigosh Kathy told me that Ed and Anna are back together which I think is so lame seeing as they only broke up like a week ago because of Ed's facial herpes and on top of that everyone knows he has like a major crush on Sally but she doesn't realise it so he's like so depressed and I think he's only going for Anna because of rebound but then again who knows, they might turn out to be the cutest couple at uni, though I doubt it looking at her awful skin tone, I mean you'd hardly classify her as cute would you, unless your standards had dropped to worshipping people like The Hulk, then I'd understand but then again she wouldn't be too unfortunate-looking if she wore a bit of foundation but ohmigosh I hear she can't even afford make-up at the moment because she went on this mega shopping spree last week and spent like all her student loan on a pair of Jimmy Choo boots from H&M's which are so gross-looking and it's so silly because they do nothing for her figure and like..."

If, while reading that, you experienced feelings of:

annoyance
boredom
and told yourself that this person was pathetic and you wanted to place your fist on their nose at high velocity

you have just earned a brownie point.

(Be warned, this article bitches about those who bitch and gossip. There may be a chance that you will feel personally offended.)

Yeah. People who BITCH and GOSSIP. They are ANNOYING and BORING. Fact.

For three simple reasons:

1) I don't care
2) Yack yack yack yack
3) You are now 51st in my top 50 of cool people

The problem is, it appears that bitching and gossiping are an epidemic, especially among people who present the following symptoms:

a semblance of having no life
a desire to fill silences with incessant babble
a high level of insecurity

Main side effects include a tendency to come across as:

judgmental
mean
pathetic
arrogant
ANNOYING
BORING

If you find yourself in the vicinity of an individual who bitches and gossips, try to avoid them as much as possible as they may be contagious and you could begin to experience violent urges to strangle them which will be a danger not only to them but also to... actually no, only to them.

(Warning: Only works if the person is so engrossed in what they're saying that they don't notice you creeping up behind them.)

2010-02-16T15:18:00.000-08:00

Yes, I know. I have not written a post since Sunday.

And yes, I also know that you have all missed me very much, and that your life has been meaningless without me. (Even if you haven't missed me, pretend you have. Boost my ego a bit.)

ANYWAY. How desperately you all love me is not the object of my article today.

Yesterday morning, as I glanced at a male friend's Facebook status (OK, fine. Yes, I was Facebook-stalking him. But everybody does that. The difference between everybody else and me is that I have the integrity and purity of heart to admit it), something tugged at my eyeball (I like creating gruesome-sounding metaphors):

"Mister Dude now knows where to find all the hot girls: in the library."

And underneath that status was a string of testosterone-filled comments such as "Boo ya" and "Damn right" and "Hot girls? I didn't know they existed at this uni", etc.

A question thus formed itself in my head: Is male activity in the library strictly limited to just checking out girls?

I was eager to find out, and therefore questioned several students.

"My guy flatmates sit in the library rating girls out of ten," affirmed my friend Miss Smiley Face, a second year Literature student. "They sit around for hours doing that. Sometimes they do it alone, sometimes in groups [ed: no innuendo intended by source]. They rarely, in fact they never, pluck up the courage to talk to them, though."

Mr Al, a third year engineering student, nonchalantly confirmed that claim: "Yeah, I just go to the library for my daily dose of female eye candy. The library truly is the place to oggle at fit girls." Hmm. Creepy.

But do female students in the library have the same benefits? I carried out my investigation.

"Nah, no hot guys there. Or they're very rare," sighed Miss Jo, a second year Accountancy student. "I just get a group of acne-ridden boys drooling in the vicinity. It can get very alarming and it sometimes even disrupts my study-time."

So is there really no hope for girls to find the love of their life in the campus library?

I interviewed my friend Token Science Nerd who was kind enough to enlighten me further.

"You won't make a match with a Science student there, we don't use it much," he stated.

That opinion came from the University's Science Faculty Forum, a meeting of undergraduate and postgraduate representatives from all the Science departments.

"The general consensus was that the library wasn't that useful to us, but the online stuff was," added Token Science Nerd. "Hence no chance to nab a sensitive young scientist [Ed: Aww ,no!]. We are the best [ed: good to know]."

Moreover, according to Token Science Nerd, "Nerds are the best boyfriends. True fact."

Intrigued, I asked him whether the male Science student population was the best-looking, to which he answered, "Well the Medical school use [the library] even less. And they are all fitties." Didn't quite answer my question but good to know nonetheless.

Yet despair and empathy for all the girls who hang out at the library began to fill my heart: Were we all really doomed to a life of spinsterness, smelly cats and knitting jumpers for charity? Were there absolutely no hot guys in the library?

"I'm sure there are, it's just that they wouldn't be scientists," said Token Science Nerd.

Oh. Ok.

So was he saying that anything other than scientists is no good?

"Nah, that's not true," avouched Token Science Nerd, "There are more nerds in Science but there are nerds elsewhere. Nerds are the best."

Oh yes? And why would nerds be the best?

"Because nerds are typically more romantic."

Fair enough.

So all is not lost, it seems.

Thus I was able to conclude my investigation with several verdicts:

1) Guys do not go to the library to study
2) Female students should probably arm themselves with pepper spray (especially near the Chaucer section)
3) Scientists are hot and awesome
4) Nerds make the best boyfriends
5) There are few hot guys in the library (claim to be confirmed, of course)

One question remains, however... Where do hot and awesome male Science students hang out then?

To be continued... (You might have to wait a while as chances are I can't be bothered to find out as I'll find something more interesting to write about but I might change my mind.)

2010-02-14T06:52:00.000-08:00

It is a glorious sunny Sunday today (Nb. My use of alliteration/polyptoton here is astounding) and I think to myself, "Gee, what a glorious sunny Sunday it is, today. Why don't I call some of my friends so that we can run about and be merry?" (Except without the "Gee" bit because that would be weird).

So I call my friends.

They are all pretty much busy.

Because you know what? It has slipped out of my brain and fallen to the ground in a giant pile of green snot that today... is Valentine's Day.

Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhh.

And yes, they are all with their respective boyfriends/girlfriends doing what couples do on Valentine's Day. Ugh.

No, I do not believe in the common conception of Valentine's Day (Do you even know who St Valentine was? Do you even know that there were several St Valentines? Do you even know that the said St Valentines were Roman martyrs? Do you even know that Feb 14th is not only a feast that celebrates those martyrs, but is also the anniversary of their burials? Huh? Huh????? Try eating those chocolates and sniffing those roses now.)

So fine, today I am friendless. I decide to make some music and do a bit of work, and talk to other friendless people who can't be bothered to move/see other humans today.

But even in my student house, the sickliness of Valentine's Day will not let me be.

Because there are couples in my house. And they are being chirpy and loud.

Fine! I play Test Icicles on full volume. (Click on the link. Look at the YouTube logo... It will not leave us, will it?).

But I am soon told to "turn it down".

Why should I, when they're being annoying and loud and sounding like really bad immitations of Tinky Winky?

"Because we would like some peace and quiet today."

Oh yeah? Why today? Has our house become a Valentine's Day Couple Dictatorship?

"No. But please?"

Fine. I turn the Test Icicles off and put on some Mazzy Star.

Now I have resorted to watching stupid Glenn Beck videos and eating GARLIC BREAD.

I can't believe that it has come to this. I am spending my Sunday with Paul Giamatti In A Blonde Wig (courtesy of Charlie Brooker) munching on stinky breath food.

Glenn Beck

Paul Giamatti In A Blonde Wig (Google Images has no decent photos of Paul Giamatti without glasses or a beard or a blonde wig. You might have to Google further or use your imagination a bit.)

DAMN YOU HALLMARK!

Several people have sent me angry messages about my first post, Valentine's Day and Those Stupid Teddy Bears. I KNOW Valentine's Day is based on a 5 million year-old Roman ritual of hitting women's breasts with bits of dead goats.

Regardless, Hallmark are responsible for making billions of people feel miserable on that one day of the year. Or maybe that one day of the year plus three hundred and sixty four other days. Poor sods.

2010-02-12T17:44:00.001-08:00

Imagine you are a 3 year-old, and your parents have just told you that Santa Claus is in fact a drunk burglar with paedophilic inclinations.

Whatever feelings this mental simulation has brought on (ie. horror, shock, despair and suicidal thoughts. Although, hopefully, suicidal 3 year-olds are rare. And if the emotions I have mentioned did not occur to you, then you are a weirdo), that is what I am feeling right now.

Because I have just discovered something that should never have been discovered by any human being.

I have found out... that Jelly Babies are not in fact Jelly Babies.

No.

Jelly Babies are...

I don't think I can even speak/type it; the awful truth is just too shuddersome.

But I must.

So. Jelly Babies are... are... are...

Oh come on I can do this!!!!

JELLY BABIES ARE BALDING PREGNANT LADIES WITH GIGANTIC BREASTS AND FOOD POISONING.

...

I know.

It is despicable.

Proof in this photo (courtesy of me):

See ???????? SEE WHAT I SEE NOW ?????

I am sorry that your life has just been ruined by my glorious self/Haribo but that is the reality we must now face.

Who would've thought that the cuddly Winnie The Pooh-like creature on the front of the Haribo Kiddies' Supermix packet would LIE to us that way?

Evil, EVIL Haribo...

I SHALL GET YOU FOR THIS! One day.

Or maybe not. I'll just weep and eat some more Jelly Babies.

(I do realise that the last couple of posts have been slightly random in nature. That is to be expected as I am student and it is the end of the week, hence I am sleepy/hyperactive/whatever.)

2010-02-11T14:43:00.000-08:00

I have received a couple of messages (Yeah, I know I'm already pretty popular) regarding my blog description:

"The joys and mainly irritations of a cynical uni student as she contemplates people, their stupid customs and pink sequined thongs with a mocking eye"

According to the authors of the messages, it SEEMS that I haven't written anything about pink sequined thongs yet.

That is because I haven't.

Therefore, since I am feeling unusually charitable tonight, I think that I will dedicate an entire post to...

RED sequined thongs !!!

MWAHAHA! Got you there didn't I? I am so mean. Now you will never hear about PINK sequined thongs. (Cue The Smiths' 'Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now')

Actually that thong isn't THAT sequin-y. And it's not even THAT red. Stupid thong. Ah well. That's the best Google Images has to offer at the moment it appears.

So. RED sequined thongs.

Errrm.

They are red.

And sequined.

And they ride up your bum.

Why anyone would wear RED SEQUINED THONGS is beyond me.

Except maybe if you have a job that requires wearing one. Then I'd understand.

I am tired. Good night.

2010-02-10T16:15:00.001-08:00

The Americans have baseball; the French have football; the Australians have surfing.

In the UK, our pastime is to get completely trolleyed.

No, by "trolleyed", I do not mean racing down supermarket aisles at 200mph and knocking over that old lady by the Poultry section and then getting yelled at by the guy who wears the stupid hat and apron and who cuts up dead animals for £10 a kilo. (Although that is really fun. Racing down aisles, I mean. I did that in Tesco the other day. Good laugh. Not for the old lady though.)

Rare are the nights when, walking home from the campus library, I do not see hoards of girls in super-mini skirts puking on student notice boards, or groups of rowdy guys walking around like dogs on local anaesthetics, or students passing out as they're about to enter a cab home.

In recent years, binge-drinking has become a serious problem in the UK. I could copy-paste a bunch of official statistics and numbers that would support my thesis. But I don't need to. I'm a university student. I have seen... things. *shudder*

At university, the pressure is on to drink alcohol and get hammered several nights/days a week.

This pressure takes various forms (some more shocking than others):

1) Most society and club socials revolve around going to bars and getting smashed
2) BEFORE going on a night out, students get together in halls with one aim... to get drunk
3) The more shocking one: every week, the STUDENT UNION organises a night during which society and club members sit in circles to play drinking games. It starts at 6.30pm (let me tell you, by 7.30pm, it ain't pretty. Especially when your brand new leather boots are covered in someone else's regurgitated pasta bolognese) and is followed by a night of dance and mainly mayhem. AND THIS IS SUPPORTED BY THE UNIVERSITY'S STUDENT UNION!!! (Hence, shocking-ness)

I find this emphasis on binge-drinking completely ludicrous. For several reasons:

1) We're students. We're skint. Why spend more money on more booze and thus become more skint??
2) If you have to swallow depressants to lose all sense of reality and have a good time, then you are sad.
3) Hangovers
4) Boys, girls... let's face it. Blaming alcohol for the stupid things you do only means you can't really accept responsibility for your own stupidity.
5) Those stupid things. They can have life-changing consequences. Like babies. And babies are gross. Four things come out of babies: snot, puke, poo and pee. Eeeew. Just look at that:

BUT I digress.

6) Also, alcohol fries your brain cells and causes beer-bellies. Gross.

Personally, I'm not a heavy drinker (an overstatement.)

I like to remember what I did on a night out; I like to have fun with my friends; and I like NOT having to be carried home or having my hair held back in a puking incident.

Unlike what most people think, staying sober is cool.

Therefore I find it outrageous that, because everyone does it, and because it is even supported by the establishment, we, the future generations, are brainwashed into thinking that poisoning our livers is perfectly acceptable.

Well I've got news for you. Just because everyone else gets drunk does NOT make it OK.

Alcohol can be dangerous. After all, it's a drug.

2010-02-09T12:30:00.000-08:00

I have been told that I am very critical of people's "fashion sense" (I refer to it as "fashion faux pas") but I like to think that I am reasonably tolerant.

However, there is one sight which has caused me to have many a nightmare, and which has now officially traumatised me for life (I'm serious, if I had a shrink, I'd ask you to ask him. But I don't. So.)

The other day, I was happily walking around campus, the scene of many marvels (and many horrors), when something absolutely atrocious caught my eye, and caused me to choke on my chaï latte.

A girl gaily bumming around (pun intended) on the student piazza, wearing leggings. Erm... wearing ONLY leggings. (OK, fine, and a jumper.)

I am aware that university is the time of your life during which you must experiment and broaden your cultural horizons and discover who you are as an adult and blah blah blah but THIS?????

Oh no. Oh no no no no.

Leggings are NOT trousers. They NEVER will be.

Leggings are meant to be worn either:

1) as a sports item (think 'Call On Me'... Atually no, don't, because even that is pretty disturbing)
2) or with an item of clothing that covers the backside area

I know what you're thinking. That I should be more open to other people's... artistic endeavours. But how is the sight of fellow female students walking around wearing only a pair of footless tights that flaunts their huge panty-lined buttocks making that any easier? Huh?? HUH???

There is no excuse for such horrendous sights as those.

In addition, I firmly believe that if you can't wear leggings... do yourself (and everyone else) a favour: don't try convincing yourself that you can.

2010-02-08T16:57:00.000-08:00

It is looming... the one day of the year during which you can express to your loved ones how much you do NOT in fact love them that much.

Yes, you have rightly guessed: Valentine's Day.

You probably guessed rightly not so much because you agree with me (in fact, you probably don't) but because, well, I used the word "love" twice in that one sentence.

But you should know by now that Valentine's Day isn't actually about love.

No, no, no.

Valentine's Day is about two things and two things only:

1) Money
2) Hate

Indeed, Valentine's Day is a celebration of consumerism created by Hallmark... a brilliant marketing scheme that would increase profit.

Now see how businesses prosper around that time of year (along with Xmas and Easter and Hallowe'en).

Just witness the sickly "I Love You Beary Much" teddy bears, the nausea-inducing smell of red roses, the obese-rendering boxes of fat chocolates, all staring at you from shop windows.

Moreover, Valentine's Day is a concentration of all those things over 24 hours that highlights how LITTLE attention you pay (pun intended) to your lover throughout the rest of the year.

What Valentine's Day is telling you is that if you do not get your girlfriend that "I Love You Beary Much" teddy bear, then you are a total loser and your relationship doesn't deserve to survive and probably won't. And your girlfriend probably agrees with Mr. Valentine. So you better get off your backside and buy that stupid teddy if you don't want her to dump you.

Thus Valentine's Day is not about love. It only highlights two unflattering facets of mankind: Our love of materialism and our lack of regard of fellow humans.

Finally, Valentine's Day feeds off fear: Our fear of not being loved if we do not conform.

So... Be cool. Don't buy that teddy bear. Just get me the chocolates.

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