n.jane

I am slowly really starting to hate the media.

Funny, cause I studied journalism, that also may explain why I am no longer. 

Anyway I’ll keep this one short.

The media has this way of selecting certain, topics & putting the spot light on them.

And I am not trying to say that any one particular issue is more important than the other, but why the extra attention ?

The Jamaica Crisis is a big thing right now. Everyone knows that.

But with all the media attention on just one country, we ( the viewers ) tend to forget that there are 194 other countries that are probably going through shit too.

We tend to crisis jump - if you will - from one rising problem to the next.

Unless of course it happens within our domain.

I say ‘we’ because I’m specifically talking Westernized Media.

I don’t hear much about Haiti anymore.

Nor do I hear much about:

The Genocide in Darfur.

The children being solicited in the Philippines.  

The ongoing war between Palestinians & Israelis - although they do pop up from time to time.

The derailment in India where the death count is literally just growing by the day.

You get where I’m going with this one …

Don’t always just let the media silver spoon feed you what they want.

I thought I might shed my opinion on two popular conversations as of right now.

The first being the Kat Stacks Slap.

Ahahahahahaha.

Excuse me, but not only did I find that terribly amusing, but also very well earned.

Oh yes, I said it.

Let’s clear up one thing here, before I continue.

I do not in any way, shape or form condone domestic violence.

So get that idea out of your head if you will.

My issue with this entire- topic & why I feel as if it’s slightly getting blown outta the water is because as I have stated many a times,

I am probably thee ultimate definition of a realist in it’s finest form.

Would you like to hear the reality of this? - allow me if you will.

It is 2010.

Kids are owning guns before bicycles.

Girls are having sex, getting pregnant & abortions as young as 13.

You can get stabbed over wearing the wrong colour, on the wrong day, on the wrong street at the right time.

You can get killed over a bus ticket or glancing the wrong way at a stranger having a bad day.

So, as immature and juvenile as it sounds ..

You better believe that you sure as hell can get slapped up for talking shit.

Male or female. Black or white. Young or old.

Traditional values and morals that have been instilled since way back, have unfortunately taken to a back burner.

That’s the harsh reality of it.

Don’t act so surprised. 

Please, it’s a terrible sign of unawareness.

Kat stacks is a shit talker, whether what she’s saying has any truth behind it is totally irrelevant. She sat up behind her computer screen & claimed to the world that she was this tough, bad bitch, who didn’t take shit from no one.

And I bet half of us believed her, until we were shown otherwise.

The tables turned & suddenly everyone is on about how terrible that was & she didn’t deserve it & women’s rights & etc etc.

Funny.

At one point in the history books, we women fought to be treated as equal as men.

Hm.

Now we use the excuse “I’ma a woman/girl/female” more than ever.

No one said much when she was publicly exposing her sex life as a known whore. Hell, majority of us all found that entertaining.

That says a whole lot about society.

Women are acceptable as worthless sex objects but not punching bags.

That’s the vibe I’m getting from this whole fiasco.

So pardon me if I’ve crossed some invisible women’s rights line, when I say that we females gotta stop pretending as if we are untouchable or something.

A lot of men still do have respect not to put their hands on a lady - and that’s the good news.

The bad news is - some men don’t, frankly they couldn’t care less. 

It’s no longer a question of right or wrong, it’s just who’s aware of reality as it stands today?

London turned out to be real good this last weekend.

Guess what… I actually went out.

Can you believe that, it’s pathetic really, an entire month in the UK and I only went out once.

Oh well.

I’m off tmrw. Back home to old friends, new friends, family, bad habits & bullshit.

I have never been more excited in my life. But I must thank big brother Britain.

It has been good to me & I really shouldn’t complain about minor details.

I was kept safe, healthy & for the most part, comfortable.

A friend of mine asked me last night, despite the obvious factors that have dampened my trip, would I ever come back ?

Of course I would !

There would just be a hell of a lot of prerequisites first.

Unfortunately I am left to re-blog, since my laptop is absent from me at the moment.

I am not the biggest user of the re-blog button, but today I will make sure of it.

The title sounds catchy but I would much rather have a camera, then to store mental pictures in my mind for this weekend.

I guess I shouldn’t be huffing & puffing.

Sometimes you gotta pretend something tastes good in order to eat it, if you get what I mean.

Don’t ignore me. Or better said, don’t ignore certain things I say to you. Some believe that the best way to approach certain comments/remarks/opinions/suggestions/sentences Is to ignore them and keep their mouths shut. No. Ugh. I would rather hear you ramble a bunch of nonsense then to have you pretend as if you didn’t hear what I just said. Words don’t hurt people*, your not going to kill me by verbally responding to something I’ve said to you. I guess some feel that, not saying anything is better than saying something. Where they find justification in this - is beyond me. Making subliminal statements is an art form. Majority of people who think that what their saying is some how “subliminal” have most likely never made something sound so direct & clear. But most prefer to try & talk behind a facade of “hidden” msgs rather than just …. Speaking up.

it’s a wild world.

It’s hard to get by just upon a smile.

but I have a secret appreciation for indie rock music.

I love the guitar & drums especially in coordination with each other.

So soothing.

I am not one for long ‘goodbyes’ or extended ‘hellos’.

I actually hate giving casual hugs, I find all that real superficial.

So I’m looking forward to leaving but am not sweating my departure nor my arrival.

I miss a few things that home has always offered.

*cough cough*

But I do feel my time here, across the pond, has been rather resourceful as well as … unfulfilled.

To say the least.

I came with a list of “ to do’s “ and I haven’t checked off any of my top five.

so you can feel sorry for me for a second - just a second. 

Okay time’s up.

But how can I be ungrateful for quality self time & reflection ?

I have never been more in tune with myself than I have this past month & it is a good feeling.

It’s a wonderful feeling in fact.

So you want to know what I say,

I say …

Fuck the to-do list.

I never did my grocery shopping with a list anyway, I always just went in & bought what ever the fuck I felt like eating.

o_O