Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Bombarded By Media
Twenty-something years old and I'm already stressing over the difficulties of life. I mean truly, what do I have to worry about at this point? I am still under my parents finances, living with four of my best friends, attending school, and participating in a very busy social life--if you will. What I'm trying to say, is that I have it made. As I sit at my desk finishing my final week at my summer internship I browse the Internet for some mid-day entertainment. You see, it's Wednesday and I'm just trying to get through the week. Stop number one: The Denver Post. And what do I see? Paragraph after paragraph of politics, war and the economy. Word on the street, the economy is doing poorly--who woulda' thunk? Stop number two: CNN. What do I see? Paragraph after paragraph of more politics, more war, and more on the economy. Did I mention it's doing poorly? Stop number three: Stumbleupon. Gosh, I love this site. I enter in a list of my interests, and from the click of a button I am provided with an array of sites which suit my interests. This brings me to the point I am about to make.
I am drowning in the amount of material I am brain washed with every day from the media. "How to get the perfect hair." "Improve your waistline in just 4 weeks!" "Sick of work-- click here for a new job!" "Are you in a relationship you can't get out of?" CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE!
Without a doubt, I am a victim of this obsessive desire to be informed about all of the trends, problems and their potential solutions to day-to-day human activities. We are constantly bombarded with ways to improve and change our lives for the better through various media channels. We, on the receiving end of the media are headed down a darkened path of an incapability to think for ourselves.
As a college student who lived in a house of nine girls, all of which thoroughly enjoyed Reality TV, I too pay close attention to popular media trends and desires. I have pondered many thoughts regarding the Snookis and Kardashians of the world and have come to one conclusion: who the HELL are they, and why should I care about them? What ever happened to focusing on the Rosa Parks of the world? What ever happened to making a positive change in the world and speaking out about what really matters. No offense Snooki, but I truly could care less about what you're going to name your baby.
The reason I focus on this common debate is because as I sit at my desk working as an intern, financially stable, attending school, fairly good looking and smart (at least my mom said so,) I am completely stressed about my physical, emotional and mental state, only after searching through the web running across sites titled, "Are you too fat for that little black dress?" I don't know, Facebook, am I? The media we are shot with forces us to think about and question our own well-being when we would have never previously contemplated these thoughts. It holds us to superficial, unimaginable standards which glorify unsuccessful and unintellegent "celebrities," as they like to call them.
It's time to stop supporting shows like Jersey Shore and Bachelor Pad and focus soley on celebrities who maintain a high standard of earned merit and success. We live in an era of fast-paced living, innovation and technology and if there's ever a time to make a change, now's the time.
Twenty-something years old--who am I to know?
I am drowning in the amount of material I am brain washed with every day from the media. "How to get the perfect hair." "Improve your waistline in just 4 weeks!" "Sick of work-- click here for a new job!" "Are you in a relationship you can't get out of?" CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE!
Without a doubt, I am a victim of this obsessive desire to be informed about all of the trends, problems and their potential solutions to day-to-day human activities. We are constantly bombarded with ways to improve and change our lives for the better through various media channels. We, on the receiving end of the media are headed down a darkened path of an incapability to think for ourselves.
As a college student who lived in a house of nine girls, all of which thoroughly enjoyed Reality TV, I too pay close attention to popular media trends and desires. I have pondered many thoughts regarding the Snookis and Kardashians of the world and have come to one conclusion: who the HELL are they, and why should I care about them? What ever happened to focusing on the Rosa Parks of the world? What ever happened to making a positive change in the world and speaking out about what really matters. No offense Snooki, but I truly could care less about what you're going to name your baby.
The reason I focus on this common debate is because as I sit at my desk working as an intern, financially stable, attending school, fairly good looking and smart (at least my mom said so,) I am completely stressed about my physical, emotional and mental state, only after searching through the web running across sites titled, "Are you too fat for that little black dress?" I don't know, Facebook, am I? The media we are shot with forces us to think about and question our own well-being when we would have never previously contemplated these thoughts. It holds us to superficial, unimaginable standards which glorify unsuccessful and unintellegent "celebrities," as they like to call them.
It's time to stop supporting shows like Jersey Shore and Bachelor Pad and focus soley on celebrities who maintain a high standard of earned merit and success. We live in an era of fast-paced living, innovation and technology and if there's ever a time to make a change, now's the time.
Twenty-something years old--who am I to know?
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