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Eastenders and Coronation Street suck massive donkey dick, this is not an opinion, it is fact.

That's not really what I'm going to write about however. I am, in fact, going to write about how I don't care if they stereotype ethnic minorities, and how you shouldn't either. Regardless of whether or not you're from an ethnic minority.

If Eastenders were to feature a grumpy, Irish, alcoholic who worked in the Docks, I wouldn't give a shit. I wouldn't take offence.

Why? Just because I'm Irish does not mean I go crying like a little bitch boy anytime somebody portrays an Irish man as being a drunk who sees leprechauns. I am a drunk, and quite often I drink to the point of seeing leprechauns, I find the stereotype itself hilarious enough for me to overlook the "racism."

And I only use the word "racism" here because I can think of no other word for what I see this as.

In reality I do not see this as racist, it is not racist to portray an Irish man as an alcoholic in a drama, nor is it racist to portray an Islamic fundamentalist as a gung ho terrorist trying to hijack a plane in a terrorist movie.

Why?

Because Islamic Fundamentalists do, on occasion, hijack planes and blow up American embassies, because Irish men do on occasion drink, because Indian men do, on occasion, own small corner shops, and because sometimes, it just so happens, that Jewish families, are really fucking wealthy.

So welcome to the real world you politically correct wanker.

In the real world, we do not gouge our eyes out before leaving the house in order to never know a man's skin colour, in the real world, I notice a black man in the street, as exactly that, a black man, I don't know what I should call him, black? coloured? negro? I don't know the terms, nor do I care, so I stick with black, because that's what he is, just like I'm white.

It's not racist to notice people's skin colour. It's not racist to portray certain races as having certain characteristics, because that's not what anybody in Eastenders was trying to do. There was no grand scheme plotted up by writers to portray ethnic minorities in a bad way, God knows there'd be a shit-storm if they did. It's not in their interests.

The most probable reason they've portrayed ethnic minorities in a "stereotyped fashion," is that they literally did not think about the fact that they were, for example, portraying a Jew as wealthy, or an English man as loud, or an Irish man as drunk... etc.

The people who make it an issue, i.e., those who decree, that BECAUSE this man is Indian, you have DELIBERATELY portrayed him as owning a corner shop, are the racists, you're the ones making that connection, when in reality, they cast an Indian man presumably because he was the best for the job. (I'm using this as an example of course, as I have no idea what goes on in Coronation Street or Eastenders, because both series are complete common pleb dirge.)

"It found that US imports have more credible representations of minorities, with viewers praising shows such as Heroes, Lost, ER and even the Simpsons."
here's a couple of short character biographies for the Simpsons.

Homer: stupid, fat, bald American. The perfect stereotype of an American man.

Ned Flanders, and the Flanders family: Typical ridiculously religious American family. Yet another lovely stereotype.

Apu Nahasapeemapetilon: An Indian man, who owns a convenience store, is in an arranged marriage, and has over five children... Yes, that's not an ethnic stereotype at all!

Groundskeeper Willy: Scottish, drunk, ginger and very angry.

Fat Tony: Italian mafia.

DR. Julius Hibbert and Bleeding Gums Murphey : The stereotypically thick voice of a black blues man.

The Muntz and Spuckler families: Rednecks

So far we have every American portrayed as religious zealots, rednecks, or fat and stupid. With the Italians all being Mafia members, the blacks all being in some way connected to blues, the Indians having convenience stores with lots of kids and arranged marriages, and the Scottish are drunks... Yea, the Simpsons totally doesn't use stereotypes at all!

The best part about this is, 1., stereotypes are used for comic value, the writers even stereotype their own races and religions, deal with it, 2., It's funny how those involved in the report picked up on none of this, showing just how unconnected with modern culture they really are, and most importantly 3., we can find stereotypes whether man-made, or coincidence everywhere. Just learn to fucking live with it, and shut the fuck up, please stop crying because somebody portrayed the Jews as rich, when you are a Jew, we all fucking know that not every Jew is rich!

"Viewers cited Asian corner shop owner Dev in Coronation Street and black single mother Denise, who had two children by two different fathers in Eastenders, as examples of stereotyping and tokenism in soaps."

Well, that's what happens when you have a fucking retarded audience. Do you know why they called Dev Asian, because not one fucking member of the idiot public knew where he was from, and they were inundated with mass mail of people taking wild guesses! You're essentially saying, "You just stereotyped Asiains", you realise how dumb that is?! You cann't not stereotype a geographical landmass that fucking big, it's too fucking vast, no matter how they portrayed the Asian man in this drama, they're bound to fucking hit at least one stereotype because of the vast wealth of different cultures that can be found in fucking Asia! So don't fucking complain that, "they stereotyped that Asian man Dev." It makes you look like a moron, since you've no idea where he's from and exactly how he's being steretyped. Learn where the fuck he's from first, then complain.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I hate the idiot public.

And as for Denise, yea, because when we think of black stereotypes, we think of sluttish women... That's really what we fucking think of. JUST FUCKING NO.

"Ethnic minority viewers accused all broadcasters of tokenism and stereotyping, screening exaggerated and extreme representations of minorities and failing to reflect modern ethnic minority culture."

Oh really?

Then go make your own fucking show, or buy fucking virgin, and order some fucking foreign channels. We cannot continually meet every ethnic demand, all the fucking time, it's just not economically viable, we just don't have the fucking time to make every fucking show on fucking TV. accurate in every fucking respect, nor should we ever fucking have to. I don't like English television, so guess what I do, and this is a really fuckin' novel idea, I don't fucking watch it, or I get RT-fucking-E.

Here's the bottom line, political correctness, was meant to make us appreciate our differences, and learn from one another and learn about other cultures. But instead it's turned into a ridiculous spray of judicial bullets being blindly fired into our nation. Learn to deal with the fact that every race carries with it specific stereotypes, ignore said stereotypes, and stop thinking about them.

Stop fucking looking for them at every corner you turn, nobody cares about you, or your race. Nobody actively tries to stereotype you, it's just that this PC bullshit has gone way too far, and now everybody ploughs into every aspect of our society they can in order to create division in the name of controversy...

Just fuck up, everyone. Regardless of what race you are, English, Indian, Pakistani, Irish, Scottish, if you whine about something not being politically correct, just fucking shoot yourself, get off my mortal fucking coil.

The full story can be found at :
http://uk.tv.yahoo.com/17072008/19/shows-criticised-stereotyping.html

I didn't think we'd travel so far together. To be pure honest, I thought it would just be a summer fling, but who would have known for it to grow and blossom like it did. I came into your life when it was unstable; boyfriend, family, everything just wasn't going your way. And somehow I thought it was my job to bring stability and that's what I gave you. I showed you what the world holds for you, that you're worth more than you think, to be stronger and have faith in not only yourself but your friends.

Through that I couldn't help but grow more fond of you. You're strange humour and bubbly attitude to life lured me ever so closer to you and I was enjoying every bit of it. Great girl, but why was I still holding back? There was something missing and I couldn't put my hand on it and it was doing my head in. So I stuck with it, by your side, showed you what it was like to have a great time.

Then out of no where, things got weird. I don't know whats worse, not opening up your feelings or opening up your feelings and acting the complete opposite? I wasn't quite sure, but I gave you benefit of the doubt. You were getting restless, you wanted security and even though I couldn't give you my word on that I was always around. You knew I wasn't going anywhere, but you failed to hold onto that belief. Soon you were slowly moving on, you didn't have to tell me, I could sense it and had nothing to say. If your faith in me was that small it made me realize what kind of person you really were. If you were scared I was going to leave your life so soon turns out you weren't the one for me. I love patience in a girl and although you did show some degree of it, I guess it just wasn't enough.

And now, you've moved on. You can't have the best of both worlds, expecting me to still be around for you. I have to let you go, not because I want to, but to show you what you missed out on. What you could of had but no longer have. I'm not saying it's your loss but it isn't mine either. So from that we part ways, going in opposite directions. When will we cross paths again? Maybe it'll be too late for that.

Take care of yourself, you taught me things you never would have noticed and for that I can only be so grateful.

I will miss you, but missing you won't bring you back.

I still have not started packing yet and wonder now when I will find the time to do so, this evening after finishing at the office I am over at the pub and the same again tomorrow. Last night I knew I should have started organising myself, but waves of blackness fell and the rain set in and stayed the evening through.

I can not shake this blackness that engulfs me, the more I struggle the tighter the grip becomes, I can not find the way forward, the way out. I am wandering around in the world with the lights out, going through motions but so unable to relate, like someone has switched a light of inside of me, nothing is how it should be.

I know the blackness has set in strong, I am drinking more alcohol than I am comfortable with, I seem to be using it as a prop, to dull the pain, shut of my thoughts and for a short while make me feel better. I never even bothered with food yesterday, it just seemed to much hassle.

Its not that I am stupid, or can not even see what is right in front of me, its just I seem some how incapable of my own distress, unable to avoid the inevitable. I guess I could climb out of this pit that I am in, but just don't feel like I want to, after all what is the point.

I think that is where the key lays, in the point. I mean what is the point to any of this? Another 30, 40, 50 years of the same, day in day out. My eternal quest for happiness yields nothing, I don't even know what would make me happy, I have become so far lost in the wilderness that I have know way of getting back to which ever path I started out on.

Other people worry about this and that, I seem not to be worried or phased, things that used to bother me seem pointless, futile even. I know they should bother me, I know I should be concerned, but I am not. This is sliding over into real time things, outside the world of my own mind. I didn't pay my phone bill for two months, not that I could not, its just I don't know one day rolled over to the next, blurred into one, and two months had passed before I got around to sorting it out, I have never acted like this before.

Driving home the other night, round bends in country lanes I was wondering what would happen if I did not slow, just carried on, would I drive right on out of existence? Would it really matter if I did. The worry then was though what if I took someone else along with me? It would not be fair to ruin the life of another. I have no right for that.

I don't feel whole, though I know not why! Like a part of me is missing yet all of me is there, other people seem normal, yet I am not. I see them come and go living there life's happy with the mundane routine of life's dull dance, myself I am not, I wanted to achieve something yet achieve nothing. Night after night of empty words and silent tears.

The garden of my world is untended, grows to weed and the seeds flow, spreading now like wild fire's unchecked, its not that I don't care, its just I seem to have forgotten how. I have forgotten happiness and yet do not know why.

I feel so often now like I am trapped, a wounded rabbit caught in a snare, just awaiting to be destroyed, I look through the eyes of a stranger in a world that has become so alien now to me. I am held fast in that snare, structures and rules that bind, things with in themselves that  have become so absurd they loose all meaning and relevance but still hold on, hang in for the sake of hanging in, this snare holds me tight. Try as hard as I may I can find no escape and the rain beats relentless down.

On the outside I go on shuffle through the motions, wonder why when reason is dead what is left behind?

Lykke Li: I'm Good, I'm Gone Fred Falke Remix

Spank Rock: Rick Rubin

Nas: Hero

I'm crying out here, crying out loud. Get away from me, this isn't the familiar self anymore. Out, out breathe candle;

Heading to Lewis tomorrow for two weeks so the blog will be at a standstill. Contemplated updates from my iPhone but think I'll be switching the bloody thing off for some peace n quiet.

See yeez in two weeks!

Just a heads up. I will be gone from the 20th 'till the 20th, at least. It might be longer untill I getback to posting is what I mean.

Not that it matters.

Although depriving the world of my awesome posts...I hope you all survive!!

And as far as the Friendship series goes I have multiple entries I need to add up here, starting with Kristin because she called next - sorry it's taking so long! It's just that limited computer time SUX!

Anyway, just wanted to let all my readers know that it might be a while untill my next post, so byeeeezzzz!!!!!

I'll miss you all sooo much,

~Airolyn

P.S. Barely over 150 words...this is sooo short! Yuck! I'll be sure to go back to writing novels as posts when I return - prepare for the long and detailed description of art camp later!!!

Fred's mom hasn't come back home from the bar since Fred had his play date with Bertha. At first Fred is extremely happy, but then reality hits!

Fairly entertaining but not funny enough.

The Happening
0/5

Shit sandwich.

Gone Baby Gone
4/5

Really interesting mystery/drama starring Casey Affleck. Well worth checking out.

Ed Wood
4/5

Hilarious b&w biopic about the universally accepted Worst Director of All Time, Edward D. Wood Jr. Johnny Depp stars and it's directed by Tim Burton.

Planet Terror
4/5

Modern schlock horror at its bloody best.

Layer Cake
3.5/5

Great british crime film, starring Daniel Craig.

A Scanner Darkly
4/5

Disturbing story of drug addicts and an undercover cop in the near future. Uses rotoscoping animation technique to create a shifting, hallucinatory vision of addiction.

Doomsday
1/5

Neil Marshall's third film (after Dog Soldiers and The Descent) is about a viral outbreak in the UK. It is really stupid.

It's nice to hear them on the radio, because we haven't heard anything new from the Femmes in a long time, and repeated plays of "Blister in the Sun" gets old, fast... but new listeners might take a while to get used to their sound. (or as quoted from a recent first time Femmes listener "I think they ruined this song on purpose... there is no other excuse for what they have done.")

I, on the other hand, kinda liked it. No cover should sound exactly like the original and I think the Violent Femmes did a good job of giving this song their own sound.

Listen to the Violent Femmes cover of Crazy at the link below and tell me whatcha think.
http://www.imeem.com/violentandcrazy/music/0qu5_fBE/violent_femmes_crazy/

Each day is marked out, with date and time, one day the date and time will be my last, yet still the dates march on, always constant in there progress. When I reach the end and am no more the dates will still go on, each hour will pass, each day will form as if I never was.

One more passing day in the diary of my life. Flipping forwards things to do, things moved from yesterday to today and tomorrow, events passing, events to come all dictated by time, her pale momentum moving on and on, myself powerless in my plight as I move towards the end.

Even if I drag my heals and kick and scream, I can not stop her flight, she will not pause for me, she will not stop, ever closer to the end I go, all fades into pale insignificance as day by day the time just slips away.

Flipping forwards in my diary, dates to come, meetings here, and meetings there, this to do and that to do, hours slipping by. Just when did I buy in to all of this? How did I become so lost in the pages of my diary. I do not recall ever agreeing to this, its just evolved around me, happened, one tiny date then another and yet more, each in turn filling up the pages of my diary, my time, my life.

I never wanted this, I never asked for this and yet it happens, my life planned out before me and page after page in the diary of time crossed through, marked out ,gone spiralling off into another plane, lost for all of time.

Is this my future so neatly marked by my own hand, is this all that I have to look forward to? My life mapped out like a grid before me, ordered, equal, right? Just how did I become such a part of a system I can not stand, another wheel in the cogs of society's motion? Am I really as bad, buying into a dream of false happiness, burying my head in the sand of life's delusional shores? How did this happen? How can it be? is this what I have become? Is this the way its meant to be? Page by page crossed out until my diary's final page for me and out I slip and go?

What about my dreams? My plans? I see no space left in my diary of time? Can I fit them in before my 3 O'clock and half past 2? If this is all so planned then why do I feel like rebelling? Why do I feel like pushing it all away, this is not for me!

 Still empty slots in my diary to fill, still more time to come, more appointments and meetings on and on relentless in her course time ticks each day will pass until the final page is torn and I am gone forever just dust on the wind's of time.

You can still see him through the telescope...

As Rockhopper used to say!
Shiver me timbers!

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Ok, Peeps.

Since no one has yet voted on the survey, i will stop posting the link and stuff. The App feature on Fridays will be called Apps of the Week (Say it A-P-Ps of the week).

As a sidenote, i will soon be adding a blog to mirror this one on Tumblr. Although i will continue to post on this blog, I will have additional features (Daily music, comics, etc.) on Tumblr. I am doing this because Wordpress, while a great blogging tool for those just starting to code/blog, is too restrictive for those who would like to do some complex coding/blogging (and I'll hopefully be doing some of both). This "move" will not take place until somewhere near the end of July though. In the interlude, I will be coding and designing the blog, and probably doing some prelim posting.

Finally, I will be gone for July 16th,17th, and 18th, and possibly for the 15th,19th, and 20th as well. Obviously, there will be NO POSTING (Weep your little hearts out....please?) during the days I am gone. I'll TRY to make it up to you with my stuff on tumblr, which should be up within a week of my return.

I tried desperately to cling to those memories of us together. Taking pictures, one after the next.

Looking through the box full of photos that I had collected, I see you in them. How long was it when we first started out? Now that you have left, I feel the pain of it all after the months or years that had passed by. As my tears stained the photos that were scattered messily on the ground, I fought the urge to break down. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

No amount of tears could ever bring you back to me, if they could I would gladly cry my eyes out for you. I know others were talking behind my back about my reaction when we called it off, never to see one another again. It hurts me inside and yet I had to resist the urge to go running back to you for my pride did not allow me to do it.

They told me that time would heal everything, but apparently it was not true for me. Years had passed and yet I still miss you everyday. Today when I was cleaning out the closet, I saw the box of memories that I had long forgotten. How nostalgic it was, remembering the good and bad times. I longed for those days of us being happy together, blissful and never apart. I miss your scent, your hugs, your kisses, and your gently caress.

The tears dripped down my cheek silently as I looked at the scattered pictures, our memories together came flooding back to me. I bite down on my lower lips, and clenched my fist, willing the tears not to fall. Yet they did. Why did I torture us so, it may have pained you but it hurts me even more. Every time I see a couple in the park they reminded me of us. I miss your smile and how you looked me in the eye.

At first it was because of you were overly kind to me, I felt guilty, I could give nothing much in return and yet I feel confused. I want so much to be back in your arms to feel your warmth, but somehow it ended so awkwardly and I dare not face you. If I were to see you again, I know I would not be able to resist you nor have the face to look at you properly without my eyes betraying my emotions.

I'm sorry is all I could say. Sorry that it has to all come to an end. Walking away with my head held up high when I still could. The tears were already falling freely when I turned my back to you, I did not want you to see my crying face so I carried on walking with my back against you, never turning back to answer your call. 

Though others may have called me heartless for turning my back and walking away from you never looking back once, but it was for the best. So long my love, it was for the best. For our sweet romance had to come to an end. Goodbye for now and forever and till we meet again, in our next life. Maybe then I would get a happy ending with the one I love.

I wish you the best of luck my love, for my life has come to an end, though it pained me so, but at least I know you will move on ahead.

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]]> http://veryveggiesafe.wordpress.com/?p=29 Wed, 02 Jul 2008 01:42:05 +0000 airolyn http://veryveggiesafe.wordpress.com/?p=29 Well, I just finished packing and my mom is currently loading the car. I'm not sure if I should be on right now...oh well. I figured I didn't have much more to do considering my stuff is already put away. I'm so happy!! Two reasons: 1) I FOUND MY IPOD!!!! 2) ART CAMP!!! =D Yesssss...!

I'm also happy 'cause I came up with two new book titles and ideas (I usually come up with a title and then the idea and everything else blooms from there)! One will be about divorce, written by myself and all of my siblings, called If Three's a Crowd Then Seven's a Mob because I had 4 siblings and now I have six thanks to my dad's remarriage. I figured the title was clever enough for now. The other one is going to be called You're My Daughter, Sweety, Not My Friend - The Secret Lives of Our Parents and this one will be about just that - the secret lives of all of our parents. It will go through a list of jobs and then tell what they really mean. For example, if your father claims he's a corporate manager he's really a male model. Or something. I don't have the full idea together yet, but it will be brilliant when finished!

My other series is going to be a trilogy about a serial killer who goes after three girls - one per book. The books will be called Killing Kendra, this will be written in the form of Kendra's blog; Murdering Maria, this will be done as if you were reading Maria's diary; and Eliminating Emily, which will be from the killer's point of view. Again, it all started with the titles, and the ideas aren't nearly fully developed, but it will work...eventually!

Now I must stop sharing my wonderful-ness with you all and leave for my father's. Wish me luck during the annoyingly long car ride!!

~Airolyn

P.S. My mom's over-talkative and "look at me!!" boyfriend is coming on the ride, too. I am glad I found my iPod because getting my mother's attention will be impossible. He brought a cucumber for no apparent reason, and very randomly. Oh dear.

P.P.S. I will probably be posting more often from my dad's due to the exceedingly large amount of bored-osity that I will be encountering there. Help!!!

P.P.P.S. For those of you who really know me and have my cell number and are not just random people who are reading my awesome blog (don't be discouraged by that comment because that was not meant to be rude or make it seem like you all are unimportant. You readers are sooo important!! Keep reading!) please feel free to call me!!! I'll be alive (ish) and bored!

P.P.P.P.S. Mom's boyfriend said that my mom needs a switch to turn off the computer to make me get off because apparently I was already supposed to be off. Oh dear.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Dave (the bf) just said he doesn't wear speedo which probably came about because they are talking about swimwear and he is trying on the suit my mother bought him. I should hope he does not wear speedo...(not to be super rude). And my mom just told him to stop shaking his butt, which in turn made him shake more, and then she said, "stop it! Just kidding!" and they both laughed away. (I apologize for only pointing out the negative about Dave - he can actually be pretty cool, in a dorky, super-ADD-nerdy way!)

HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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UPDATE: (7 hours later)

I'm now at my dad's and I just wanted to add that I take back anything nice I said about Dave. He is not a nice ADD dork, he is a complete ADD nerd dork in a bad way. He is the dumbest smart person I have ever met. Book smarts can only count for so much, 'cause when you are as bad at reading people as he is then there is somethine WRONG. He can't even ever tell when my mom is angry or how angry she is. He also can't tell when to keep is mouth shut and his oppinions out of where they don't belong. He said I was having a bad attitude about not getting off the computer and that he felt sorry for my mom. Well, you know what, David?! I don't give a SHIT about what you say. You mean nothing to me. Your oppinion doesn't matter to me. Also, you're perfect for my mother - you are both completely assinine. God, I can't wait till I can move to Alaska or something...  -.-" <--(frowny/angry face.)

Also, he said he reads my blog so while I feel maybe 1% bad about typing all that I certainly don't regret it. That's how I truly feel. I hope it hurts.

P.S. To all of my readers (both new and old alike) I hope that didn't make me sound like a total b***h, because I'm only ever that when it comes to vegetarianism (which is evident by my blog title!). I aplogize for my previous language in this note and in this post, and I hope I haven't scared you away - I simply needed my opinion heard. Thank you.

You look so dumb right now
Standin' outside my house
Tryin' to apologize
You're so ugly when you cry
(Please)
Just cut it out

Don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not
Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show
You really had me goin'
But now it's time to go
Curtains finally closin'
That was quite a show
Very entertainin'
But it's over now
Go on and take a bow

Grab your clothes and get gone
(You better hurry up)
Before the sprinklers come on
Talkin' bout "Girl, I love you you're the one..."
This just looks like a re-run
(Please)
What else is on?

And don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not
Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

But you put on quite a show
You really had me goin'
But now it's time to go
Curtains finally closin'
That was quite a show
Very entertainin'
But it's over now
Go on and take a bow

Ohhhhhh And the award for the best liar goes to you
For makin' me believe
That you could be
Faithful to me
Let's hear your speech
Oh...

How bout a round of applause?{laugh}
Standin' ovation.......

But you put on quite a show
You really had me goin'
Now it's time to go
Curtains finally closin'
That was quite a show
Very entertaining' eyeahhhhh
But it's over now
Go on and take a bow

But it's over now...