Archive for March, 2008

In the beginning, God created man.

Fast-forward to medieval times when chivalry was of the greatest attributes to manhood. Gentlemen, or knights rather, risked their lives to save their fair maidens from witches, evil emperors and the cream of the crop, dragons. Family and survival stayed at the top of their to-do list, and I imagine men loved their wives and children with all their hearts, bodies and minds.

Let’s move on now to the 1920, ’30s and ’40s when flappers and dapper young men roared along with jazz music, alcohol and great dancing. Men always put on their best attire and were basically gentlemen. They knew how to open doors for ladies, when to smoke and which fork to use. Men knew how to dance and more importantly, had a sixth sense to know what women wanted and when. Imagine the dashing gentlemen from Titanic. You know, the first-class men. Yeah, those. Nice.

Now back to the present. Somewhere over the course of the 1960s and up to the present, men forgot how to treat women. Divorce rates are soaring, rape and abuse rates are higher than before and every day more and more fatherless children are left to be raised by single mothers whose ages keep getting younger and younger by the seconds. Since when is 11 or 12 years old old enough to start a family? Why aren’t safe sex classes taught in schools, or better yet, why aren’t children being raised with better morals and values?

All of these are great questions to be asked, however, that is not the point of my blog… although it would make for a great one in the future.

No, rather, my point for composing a blog this Sunday evening is on a lighter note.

The present day man’s priorities are as follows (excuse me if this offends any male readers, as I know this is not always the case):

  1. Sports. Never EVER get between a man and his favorite sport, whether it be football, basketball, baseball, soccer, wrestling, golf or even something like billiards or poker. Or NASCAR. Take your pick. And for the ladies enduring all of the aforementioned plus other random sports I didn’t mention, God bless you and your patience.
  2. Food. From experience, never get between a man and his steak. Never. Funny personal experience with this one that still baffles me… He grilled a steak in the rain. IN THE RAIN. However, he failed to willingly help me load my car when I had to go back to school the same afternoon.  No, he’ll never live that one down.
  3. Vehicles. Once a man has met a Mustang girls, just forget about it.
  4. Dare I say it? You know what I’m talking about, perhaps. It’s too racy for my blogs, but even the purest of man thinks of this one from time to time.

Gone are the “honeymoon” stages of relationships where the man willingly opens doors for ladies, remembers to pamper his significant other from time to time and is willing to give up a sporting event to go on a date with a beautiful gal. Men just don’t understand what women want anymore these days, or at least it feels like it.

Rest in peace, chivalry. May we meet again someday.

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This past week has brought on many changes for me and those around me. Some have been good, and some, unfortunately, have been devastating.

Constantly I’ve been thinking about my roommate whose boyfriend of two years and two months wrecked on Tuesday morning. He was on spring break, 19 or 20 and just going about his routine. One mistake and his whole life, her whole life, his family’s plans, gone.

The sad thing is, if he had been wearing a seat belt…

I don’t know if all of my readers believe in God, but if you do, pray for them. Everyone involved needs it. If you want, you can visit his page on caringbridge.org.

With all of this going on I’ve been reminded how precious life is. We’re not guaranteed tomorrow, or even our next breath. We must use it wisely and not take it for granted.

This situation doesn’t make the fact that my better half will be traveling back home from Louisville, KY any better, especially with the weather like it is. I’ve told him that I love him, miss him and can’t wait to see him, but sometimes that just isn’t enough.

I want to hold him, to see him, to talk to him in person, to laugh with him, to make fun of stupid movies together…

And then I get to thinking about my roommate and how she must feel right now. There’s a chance she’ll never get to do that again with the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

I look up to her, though. She’s been through tough times already, but she stays strong. She’s been the one that I go to for advice sometimes, and now I want to be there for her. It’s my turn to pay it forward.

Tuesday night I had the opportunity to listen to Dr. Cornel West speak on humanity in music and ultimately life (then write an article on it). He said something that’s managed to stick with me since then, especially in light of my roommate’s situation:

“It comes down to the question of who you are between the push your momma gave you and the worms waiting for you in the ground.”

How true… and I’ll end with that.

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After about a week of journalism professors preaching to start a blog of my very own, I finally broke down and got one started… one a bit better than Xanga or notes on Facebook.

I’m not really sure what to write about in my first blog on wordpress.com, but I’ll try to come up with something that may interest my soon-to-be readers out there.

Okay, so I’ll start with telling a little bit about myself…

I am a vegetarian freshman studying journalism and electronic media at the University of Tennessee. I also work for Tennessee Journalist, The Daily Beacon, TRECS and soon eVOLve, which was formerly the Volunteer yearbook.

Wartburg, Tennessee was where I grew up. For the many of you that don’t know where Wartburg is, it’s about an hour away from Knoxville. Wartburg may come close to the smallest city with red lights you’ll come across. It’s nestled between the mountains of East Tennessee and on the Cumberland Plateau. Although beautiful and rural, it has its fair share of rednecks, which leads me to a funny story that may interest my readers…

So, as I mentioned before, I am a vegetarian and have been now for a year. When my fellow classmates in high school found out about this, some hunters thought it would be amusing to show their support. After school let out, I walked to my amazing 1990 325i BMW complete with a manual sunroof and, like any other normal person, sat in the driver seat. Fortunately, a good friend of mine was behind me in her car and saw the “support” my hunter friends left for me.

A deer leg, a REAL DEAD deer leg, was tied to the back of my car. I was mortified.

After fuming for quite a while, a kinder young gentleman cut the twine, and ultimately the deer leg, off my car. I drove on to work and called someone in the office to let them know the cruel joke that was pulled on me.

Now that I look back on it, it really was kind of funny in a morbid, sick way. I can laugh about it at least, but I certainly don’t want that happening again. I’ll kick some butt. Just kidding.

Needless to say, I was glad to get out of Wartburg, or at least high school there. I still go home on the weekends to attend church at First Baptist where my serious boyfriend of a year and a half leads music. Of course, laundry must be done, too, and at home it’s free. And eating something besides cafeteria food for a change is amazing, although sushi here isn’t so bad.

There are a lot of things I feel I could talk about in this blog, but by the time I would be finished, it would be more like a book. All I really have left to say now is I’m glad I was introduced to wordpress.com and started a real blog. Check back later for some more fun, hopefully animal-friendly, blogs in the future.

Peace out.

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