…how can knowledge bring clarity?
As my no doubt millions of readers know, I’m enrolled in a Writing for Electronic Communities Class at Rowan University. Every week we respond to questions and this weeks was based off some readings I found interesting, but nothing really stuck out for me.
However, a classmate posted a question regarding a quote from one of the readings and asked if knowledge could bring clarity. Although I love learning, I love knowledge, I love wanting to know things and realizing facts and becoming a better and better person for it, stupid people just seem a hell of a lot happier. I mean really, watch The Real World or Americas Next Top Model, these people are professional idiot and they’re on TV!
I wish my career ambition could be to meet Tyra Banks and possibly walk down a runway over and over again in unrealistic, fairly unwearable clothes that don’t translate to the real world. (Don’t worry Sona, I still love fashion, I’m just trying to make a point).
I can’t help but think of a discussion I had in college with a dear friend of mine. We had this fantasy when in an alternate universe I was straight and italian and from Staten Island (the location only mattered because we went to school on Long Island in NY, use whatever you’d like to make it work for you). And she was a trashy expensivly dyed blonde girl from Merrick and all we wanted to do was have out high powered, connected parents get us jobs we weren’t any good at but BECAUSE of our parents we would only move up in life. Isn’t that WONDERFUL?!
Really, wouldn’t you die to live in a little shell of the real world where everything is perfect because you’re too stupid to know otherwise?
Part of this is meant to be funny, but really, there is an allue to the idea of not wanting to better yourself intellectually because there’s no need. I’d love to be Paris Hilton and embrace vanity and drugs and make ridiculious statements and have everyone hate me but think they’re just jealous because I’m that dumb.
That’s what I thought of the reading this week I guess.
In other news, I had to get my transmission switch changed on my Saab at Cherry Hill Classic Auto (they deal porsches and saabs almost exclusivly) and the labor was $150 an hour. Lemme tell you something, I expect a lobster dinner and a blowjob for $150 an hour, not just mediocre service, a rather comfortable leather chair and poorly flavored coffee. And that’s what I have to say about that.
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