The Wee Democracy

i watch Gilmore Girls.

i think i've said that before, but nonetheless, it's important to reiterate these things, especially when they are important prefaces to a new rant i'm about to go on. and my faithful readers know i'm apt to hop on the rant rail from time to time.

gilmore girls is one of those shows you can't stand to watch, because it's so clearly...unrealistic. i mean, seriously, who the fuck talks like that? so scripted and false and ...know it all. granted the two main chicks are hot, but one swallow does not make a summer. anyways, the point being made in this, one of many examples of how college is depicted in the mass media.

two words...bullfuckingshit. first of all, i don't know how things are run at Yale, but i'm ASSUMING that dorm rooms are not these swank hotel lookin suites with fuckin like five rooms in 'em. jester, where i lived, was more like a prison. now granted, i made some great friends in there, a good half of which i still keep up with, and i had some good times in that place. but it was small, and smelly.

secondly, classes - and keep in mind i was an english major, so i had some pretty discussion oriented classes, and no one forced their stupid politcal idealisms upon us, or the works we read, crying workers of the world unite, and fitting so conveniently into a particular demographic, in ALL manners of personal description. we just were...no more no less.

thirdly - some people have crazy parties on campus...we call them frat people. but try having a REAL party with REAL booze in a dorm, and you're just gonna end up looking like a 'tard with an 18 pack of beer in a mini fridge. it's a thing for a small group of friends, not an entire floor.

fourthly - "cool" people don't put fucking band stickers of the smiths on their fucking laundry basket. people are billboards a LOT of the time, but not with their laundry baskets. come on...how lame.

so, having seen all this - and keep in mind, it's merely the latest in absolutely fallacious depictions of college life, i came to a conclusion.

there are two types of writers in this world (or this country, so we don't get too grandiose): those who write about life as they would like it to be. those who turn college into some grand spectacular glamorous experience. and those who write about life as it is. those who would cover the alienation, the awkwardness, the stagnancy, the fact that 9 out of 10 people are going to graduate college not having changed a whit, except for acquiring new knowledge. look at graduating frat boys for god's sake. you really think they've evolved past high school? and me? i carry the same grudges, have the same insecurities...i'm still the same old mess.

i dunno - maybe college is one long party, where you meet such diverse and supremely intellectual people, and maybe i just missed out on it.

either way, that gilmore bitch needs to stop being such a know it all.



feeling: slightly miffed, and highly insecure
thinking of: nailing that gilmore chick
song of the day: let down - radiohead