We Are The Problem.

Everyone is willing to post on facebook and Twitter and every other social media site about how our world has lost all civility. Everyone is willing to tell their friends that they wish people were more compassionate and empathetic towards others. Everyone is willing to point out that our society has a problem. WE KNOW WE HAVE A PROBLEM. 

People act as if they should receive a Nobel Peace Prize for their vague simplification of the fact that our world has problems. Yeah, we know we have problems. Although not everyone is self-absorbed or rude, I can think of too many people that are. I have a friend that tells me she thinks I am a hypocrite. She is the one person that will blatantly call me out and exploit my flaws, which makes her good friend in my opinion. She tells me I am a hypocrite and of course she is correct(ish). I am a hypocrite. The difference is I actually try to improve.

I’m not putting my self on a pedestal. Actually, I don’t want any credit. I just want people to realize. Come to the realization that not only is there a problem, but we are ALL part of it. I am part of it, you are part of it. Your parents, friends, cousins are all part of it. A person cannot walk around campus asking anyone (acquaintance or not), “Hey how are you?” without being looked at like a “creep.” By the way, I didn’t make that up because it happens to me on a daily basis. It happens at least a couple times a day. 

How is a person supposed to be compassionate to others if they can’t talk to them without being labeled a “creep or awkward?” Is it even possible anymore? The more I post about people losing faith in humanity, the more the topic annoys me. I like to think that love always prevails, but why do we wait until tragedies happen to love other people? I know you want to do something with your life and you have been told that time goes buy so fast that you need to hurry, but that is an excuse because helping doesn’t always mean dropping everything to help disaster relief efforts.

If you can’t take the time to thank someone, ask someone how their day is going, you are a huge part of the problem. People are building a disconnect between each other. Everyone has headphones in and a good day is based on 15 seconds of fame instead of productivity and compassion towards others. This post really isn’t going anywhere though. This post is based on my daily frustration on my campus.

Label me as a creep and call me awkward. I do not care. The structure that I build myself on is soaking in empathy and compassion and I won’t change that. Even as I start SETTING SIGHTS ON MY FUTURE CAREER. I won’t lose the time to show interest in other’s lives. I’m not perfect, but at least I am trying. I suggest you do the same, or your kids will be living in a world much more disconnected than our own. 

Triple P. Party Picture Posting.

If you are in college you have probably heard a professor or adviser tell you, “Don’t put pictures of you partying online.” Employers don’t want to type your name into google and find you funneling 3 beers at one time. They would rather see your accomplishments when they test your, “googleability,” as my professor would call it. We recently had a conversation in my Public Relations writing class about party pictures.

It seemed as if there was a unanimous decision that some pictures are acceptable. I think we tend to label alcohol as this terrible thing especially when it comes to college students. That is due to the ongoing problems that alcohol brings to college campuses nationwide. So, here is the difference. Or at least my opinion on triple P. (Party Picture Posting.)

If you are at a raging party and someone takes a picture of you with a ripped shirt, alcohol spilling onto your shirt, with your tongue out and eyes barely open… Don’t post it. It is funny that some people don’t actually know that this is a problem. You might not all be at raging parties with alcohol spilled all over yourself. It depends on who you are. I just wanted to label what is acceptable and unacceptable.

This is where the grey area starts. What if you are simply having a beer with friends at a restaurant? What if it is your first birthday beer on your 21st? Are we not people anymore? You turn 21 and it is legal to drink. So, who is to say that you can’t post a picture of yourself having an ice cold Sam Adams? Personally, I think you have to use good judgement. Because everyone is different, the grey area is extended depending on the person. (My opinion) I don’t think posting a picture of you with a beer on your 21st birthday or a margarita at Applebees constitutes unemployment in the future.

College students aren’t robots. We are humans. If I want to have an ice cold Blue Moon when I get out of the Library, I will. AND I will post a picture on instagram because I can, and because I don’t think it will affect my future employment in the student affairs arena.

Maybe I will learn in the future that it is more frowned upon than I thought, but I really hope not.

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6 Things I Dislike About Modern Feminism


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Modern Feminism

Feminism. It’s defined as:

“the advocacy of women’s rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes”

A good thing, right? In theory yes. But in the modern day I feel the underlying message has been forgotten, and been replaced with some seriously troubling ideas. Although I agree with the principle of gender equality, the following are some aspects of modern feminism I feel need serious reconsideration.

1.      Obesity Glorification

Hypothetical situation. An obese man is hanging out with a group of friends.

“I’m really fat”, he reflects, “I need to lose weight.”

Would his friends tell him that he’s perfect the way he is?

Would they tell him that real men have curves?

Would they tell him that men are beautiful in all shapes and sizes?

No they wouldn’t. They would tell him to eat less and move more. So why is…

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I am racist, and so are you.

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And the sooner we both acknowledge this, the sooner we can begin to address the problem. So let’s talk.

“Wait just a minute here, Rachel. You’re like, the least racist person I know. You’re always sharing stuff about race and racism. You couldn’t possibly be racist.”

Here’s the deal. Racism isn’t just guys in white robes and Paula Deen shouting racial slurs. Racism is subtle, racism is insidious, and our culture is so deeply steeped in it that it’s impossible to grow up in the US and not be racist. It’s a kind of brainwashing: a set of default configuration files that come with the culture. It’s a filter, built up from birth, that alters our perception of the world. (Literally–racial bias makes people see weapons that aren’t there.) Racism isn’t just conscious actions; it’s judgements that happen so fast that we may not even be aware of…

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Birthday Lessons

They say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Who ever “they” are, I disagree with them. I guess it depends on who you are. I might sometimes be unappreciative of the things I have and I am trying to change that, but for right now, I know exactly what I have and that is great friends.

My birthday was just a representation of our new year together. Two more semesters and we will be depart on our own personal journeys to happiness. I have no idea what that means to be because my life is a shit show of different living locations. It started in Indiana, stayed in New Hampshire for a while, depart to New York and then end up in Alabama.

Yes, Alabama.

The cake, candy, and ongoing laughs are simple reminders that I have surrounded myself with the most genuine people. I couldn’t ask for anything more than what they have given me. If you’ve lost hope in humanity, it’s because you haven’t yet met my friends, or what I would now call my family. We were living in a suite in one of the halls on our campus. We lost a friend to an off-campus apartment and had to add a stranger to our already-odd group of sophomores. Luis had no idea what he was getting into. Fast forward to second semester and CJ is introduced to this odd assortment of randos. It worked out though. We had are differences and there is not questioning that, but somehow we meshed well enough to get an apartment together.

Since then, things have only gotten better. Okay, they may have gotten worse before they got better, but we are six guys living in a house together… What do you expect? Fact is, they aren’t just my housemates anymore.

I have a tattoo on my back that says “family” within the roots of a tree. These people are the roots. They are the people that keep me clinging to hope everyday. I couldn’t ask for anything more from them because they are perfect.

From a nurse to an artist, or a teacher to a basketball player, they are everything I can ask for in a group of people that I love with. I may not tell them often, if ever, but I appreciate them and everything they do to make me a happy person.

I Learned Something In Class Today!


I learned something in class today. I feel like the boy that comes home after middle school and is asked by his mom, “What did you learn at school today Mikey?” (That is what they used to… or still do call me, by the way.) And then I get to actually tell my mom something that I learned instead of saying, “Uhm, I don’t knowww,” and go outside to play basketball. So, it is a good day because I learned something in class today and I want to share it with you. Although I am a public relations student, I learned something about life and not PR.

The class is called Leadership communication. The teacher may not be the most exciting person in the world, but he did get one thing crammed into my mind today. I’ve been thinking about it for most of the day actually and also let it leak over into my basketball-filled lifestyle. I am always trying to take thing from class or life in general and apply them to spesific  parts of my life as a college student.

“It is easy to lead when everyone is healthy, fed, and well rested.”

Every year it happens… We start basketball season with around 15 players, give or take 2 or 3. Everyone is getting along, playing pick-up ball, and hanging in the locker room together. Then we start to practice. everyone gets tired earlier and in the day. Midterm exams roll in and all hell breaks loose. None of us want to have a breakdown during exams or class or at home. Who wants to ever break down in the first place? We get to practice at about 5 in the afternoon and all of our energy is gone. We are sick, tired, sore, and hungry. Then someone goes up for a layup and gets smacked in the face, pushed, or practically punched, and it sets off a trigger. All sense of composure is lost.

It ends rather quickly though. We usually realize it is just a foul and we are just sick, tired, sore, and hungry. “It is easy to lead when everyone is healthy, fed, and well rested.” It is also easy to play compose yourself. It is easier to play well. It is easier to practically everything. It is EXTREMELY hard to be productive when you are sick, tired, sore, and hungry. That is what life is all about though. People are not recognized because they had an easy time accomplishing a task, whether that task is graduating top in their class or a college basketball championship.

Life isn’t suppossed to be easy. We all have our challenges and we all have our flaws. This basketball season is going to be the hardest and hopefully the most satisfying season of my life. I am going to win with my teammates and I am going to lose with my teammates. What really matters is where do we stand at the end of the season? Did we crumble when times got tough, or did we perservere?

I like to think we will perservere.


SUNY Plattsburgh Men’s Basketball 2013-2014.


I Want A Blog Topic!

Since I started blogging which was a little over two months ago, I have had a hard time finding one area to write about. I KNOW, I don’t need to write about one topic or even a couple topics similiar to eachother, but I want to.  I don’t want to write about sports. I play basketball in college and talk sports with my friends on a daily basis. I rather not continue talking about sports on my blog as well. I recently started following more students on wordpress, whether they are from my country or not. I find it interesting to see perspectives of other people and when they pertain to my lifestyle, it becomes easier to read. This isn’t to say there are only students on my wordpress newsfeed because that just isn’t the case. I find lately that I am always interested in politics, but I can’t even bring myself to write a single post about my political standings. Maybe it’s because I don’t know where I even stand; Maybe it’s because not one brain cell in my mind believes that anyone in our government is there solely for the betternment of our country. Okay, both are true.

There are only so many blogposts you can write about your family when you are 1,200 miles away from them. I talk to them on the phone, text them, and sometimes facetime, but I can’t write about our conversations every day because they aren’t THAT interesting. (SORRY FAM) At least not to the point where you would want to read about them. So, I guess I am kind of stuff. I could write about my college experiences because I do have some ‘experiences’ but I haven’t yet decided. So, who knows! Do I talk about college? basketball? my girlfriend? Probably all of the above. For now, I will stick to randomness and my emotions as I jump from college student, to full fledged member of the unemployed American society.

I hope that doesn’t last long…