Monday, April 27, 2009

Dirtier than a pig sty

I don't remember how old I was, but I was either in grammar school or junior high when e. coli made its way into Jack in the Box burgers. That was the first time I heard the fast-food chain referred to as "Jack in the Crack." I remember the shock this discover brought upon people. My parents had an easy solution for our little 3-person family: stop eating at Jack in the Box. It was simple.

A few years later, contaminated Tylenol appeared on store shelves. We adopted the same policy: stop taking Tylenol; take Advil instead. Simple.

Those are the only "contamination" stories I remember from my childhood and adolescence. I guess there may have still been trace amounts of corporate decency in those days, just enough for companies to make products that didn't, well, kill people.

Those days are gone. Decency has been replaced in its entirety by corporate greed. Everything is made cheaply, sold expensively, and corners are cut at every chance while the prices soar. It reminds me of a line from the movie Armaggedon, when the Russian man in the space station is trying to work on a piece of machinery while choas runs rampant all around him. He says agrily, "Russian parts! American parts! All made in Taiwan!" Even as a 14-year-old, I understood the irony in that statement. However, 11 years later, the humor of it has become a dark reality to me.

It's not just Jack in the Box and Tylenol anymore. It's not just cheap materials being shipped off to foreign countries to be made into cheap products. In just the past 3-5 years, there have been recalls on everything from cars and child car seats, to heated dog beds and baby toys. Perhaps the scariest recalls are those of food, because by the time you realize your food was contaminated, you're sick, very sick. Packaged spinach. Garlic. Tomatoes. Beef. Peanuts. Pistachios. Fast food. Restaurant food. Grocery store food. Meat, veggies, fruit. Even bottled water. And then there's the freak viruses. SARS, bird flu, and now swine flu. And it's everywhere. China, Mexico, the United States. It no longer matters where your food came from, or where you are when you eat it.

I still follow my parents' advice. When tomatoes were the culprit, I stopped eating tomatoes. I stopped eating garlic that came from China. I stopped eating meat that came from Mexico.

Stories of food contamination and food-animal related illnesses are no longer few and far in between. I am no longer surprised when I hear of recalls, no matter what product the recall is for. It's so common now, the shock has worn off. Also, my faith in humanity has dwindled to an all-time low, as corporate greed rises to an all-time high. The peanut incident is a perfect example. The CEO of the peanut plant, which was in the United States, knew that the company's peanuts were contaminated. He knew people were going to get sick and even die. He knew. He did nothing. No, that's not true. He did something. He pushed even harder for all those peanuts to go into production. In court, the prosecution held up a container of peanut butter made with the company's peanuts and asked this so-called "man" if he would eat it. He said nothing. He would not eat the peanut butter. Yet he felt it was okay to put these same jars of peanut butter onto grocery store shelves, into chldren's food, into snacks. He did this all in the name of money.

What will be next? It could be anything and there's no way to know. This gives a whole new meaning to the anorexic's favorite saying: "What nourishes me destroys me." The only way to truly be safe would be to become a strict vegan and grow my own vegetables and fruits, and never enter a grocery store again in my life. However, that's not really an option for me right now and even if it were, I'm just not willing to spend the rest of my life making tofu from scratch.

In the end, I suppose I'm in the same sinking ship as everyone else in this cheap, money-hoarding country: at the mercy of capitalism and government indifference. Good luck to us!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Government I.O.U.? How About F.U.?

It's been a pretty long time since I last wrote in here. There have been a few things that have crossed my mind that may eventually make it here but, well, I've been busy.

However, what I heard this week has completely infuriated me and I'm not keeping my mouth shut this time.

Here in California, our so-called "governor" has decided to use IOUs instead of giving us working Americans our state tax refunds. Excuse me?!?! I was so appalled, I didn't beleive it the first time I heard it. I figured it had to be just another stupid idea being considered and that there was no way something like that could be approved. Apparently, I was giving our government way too much credit, as if they cared about us lowly citizens!

First of all, it's the government's fault we're in this economic crisis to begin with. It's certainly not the people's fault! We're the ones working and selling and buying, trying to do what little we can to help the economy, which we ultimately, as individuals, have little to no control over. Why should we have to pay for the government's mistakes? Why are they taking it out on us when WE'RE the ones losing our homes, losing our jobs and unable to find new work, unable or barely able to pay our bills, living off unemployment because we have no other options.

Some people say, "Well, we're going to get the money. We just don't know when. The government has no money so they have to give us IOUs." Hm, well, I have no money either. Does that mean I can give my landlord an IOU? How about the IRS? The DMV? My credit card company? Anybody?!?! No. Regardless of our situations, regardless of how hard we try and how frugal we are, the government wants its money from us and it wants it now. If we cannot provide it, the government will take it from us, or take anything of value we have. The goverment doesn't care if we end up jobless, or even homeless. It doesn't care if we can't afford health insurance or medication.

Yet the government finds it acceptable to give us, hard-working Americans, IOUs.

Celebrities and atheletes make millions. Money flows like lava from the pockets of politicians. The Bushes just spent almost half a million dollars on gold-rimmed plates for the White House. Sarah Palin, Cindy McCain, and probably Michelle Obama (though it wasn't as publicized) spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on clothes for the campaigns, let alone how much was spent by both party's campaign groups over the entirety of the campaign. Illegal immigrants are given health insurance, drivers liscenses, almost free education, and jobs, while our own citizens lose their jobs, insurances, homes, and cannot afford a good education. It seems every day there is a new scandal in politics, another shady Senator, another embezzeling CEO, and on and on. Billions of dollars have been spent by the federal government to bail out failing companies, while some of those companies continue to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on fancy dinners to "entertain potential clients" or whatever the excuse-of-the-day is.

Yet the California government claims to be unable to provide the tax refund money that we have worked so hard for.

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Monday, September 8, 2008

The Elevator

The familiar "ding" of the elevator resonates in the soundless hall. The metallic mirrored doors open to reveal metallic mirrored walls and matching ceiling. I step into the elevator, alone. I smooth my hair and adjust my shirt, though the reflection has been bent and pulled, as in a fun house, but ever so slightly. Ding...ding...stop. The doors open and an older man with a briefcase steps in. We both smile politely as the doors close once again. Eight more floors to go. Silence. Awkward silence.

Do I mind my own business, staring quietly at the elevator buttons? Is it rude, to not acknowledge the human standing next to me? Do I say, "how's it going?" even though we both know I don't really care? Do I make some mindless comment on the weather, the last resort of ice breakers?

All these questions float through my mind as the elevator descends ever so slowly. It seems to be moving even slower now, though I suspect the subtle time-warp is really just a figment of the imagination.

If this were just any elevator, perhaps in a mall or doctor's office, I would be fully content in my silence, knowing I will probably never see these people again and even if I did, it wouldn't matter. But this elevator is not in a mall or a doctor's office, nor any other place in which I am virtually guaranteed anonymity. I am at work and though this person does not work on the same floor as me, and therefore is not likely to be my coworker, I feel almost obligated to engage in some sort of thoughtless chatter, to obtain a reputation of friendliness that I generally reserve only towards my friends. You never know who knows whom, especially in a 20-story office building, and I don't want to risk being the "antisocial one."

As I further analyze my plight, the elevator doors open. The journey has ended. As men often do, perhaps as a tribute to the chilvary that is nearly dead in the modern world (though I don't care much about chilvalry- perhaps this will be another topic soon), he motioned for me to exit the elevator first. I politely say my "thank you" and go on my separate way.

And I realize...silence or sound...it never really mattered at all. It's just an elevator. Funny how our minds can make something so small into something so large and looming. And with not a word being said or a movement made, I realize...sometimes the best thing to do is nothing.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Homework- Is It Really That Bad?

Having graduated with a BA in Psychology & Social Behavior, it goes without saying that I have taken many psychology courses, especially considering I have taken such classes at three different schools. I do not pretend to be an expert, but that does not change the fact that I learned many interesting facts and theories, many of which are applicable to daily life. My courses have covered many aspects of psychology and many concerned development, especially child and adolescent development. The research we studied in our classes were based on the scientific method and the articles of studies were all peer-reviewed, which strengthens the studies' practicality and realism. In other words, we did not study pop psychology.



One thing I learned during my development courses is that we live in an age where kids are watching more TV than ever and are playing more video games than ever. Of course, this makes logical sense too, considering the advancements in technology that have taken place so quickly over the past several years. I attended high school from August 1997 through May 2001. Even then, few students had cell phones and none had laptops. Ipods didn't exist yet and the music downloading wave was just starting to build. In fact, I got my first e-mail address at 15 years old, when I was in 10th grade. Before then, I rarely ever needed to use the Internet, even for school projects. We used libraries, which kids today seem to view as archaic. This technology makes everything faster, which you would think frees up time for other activities, whether that be studying, playing sports, enjoying a hobby, or relaxing in front of the TV.



I bring this up because it seems that over the past several months, I cannot go a week without seeing some news article regarding a possible elimination of homework for grammar school kids, and even some junior high and high school kids. Apparently it is too overwhelming and stressful for kids. I find this strange and ultimately horrifying.



If children are spending more time than ever watching TV, playing video games, and surfing the web, then how is it they are suddenly too swamped to take care of homework, which has been a staple in education for many decades, if not longer? Few kids enjoy homework. I know I rarely did. However, it was required and so I did it. In fact, my parents would not let me watch TV or do anything "fun" until I finished my homework. Even when all was completed, my time to watch TV was limited. Being an only child, I often read instead. I don't think it's a coincidence that English was always my strongest subject. I'm not saying parents should do exactly what my parents did. That is not the point. My point is that there is no reason why kids can't handle homework. If they can watch hours of TV every night, they can spend time doing homework. This is not the child's fault. Of course kids would rather have fun than do homework, and they don't understand the value of homework. Even high school kids often don't truly understand the importance of education and come to think of it, many college students are just as mislead. People who have never lived in the adult world cannot see the importance such things play in their future. Parents, on the other hand, know this very well. Of course they can't force their kids to do well in school, but they can at least guide their kids. Kids should not be that stressed out over homework. If they are, then taking away homework is not the answer. Rather, parents should talk to their kids and try to gain an understanding regarding why the homework has become so stressful. Perhaps the child is spending too much time goofing off, or perhaps instead of going to bed, he or she is staying up extremely late, watching the TV in his or her room. Is the child in an advanced school or class? If so, maybe he or she is not ready for that. Whatever the reason, parents need to stop using the TV as a baby sitter and start communicating with their children. If you don't know why your child is having major homework problems, then don't complain that it's too hard. More than likely, the homework trouble is just a symptom of a greater problem, a real problem.



The fact is, homework helps to teach kids of all ages the basic and necessary skills of time managment and prioritizing. It teaches them that sometimes they have to give up a little fun in order to take care of more important things. That doesn't mean all fun has to be eliminated. A 7-year old is too young to understand the logic of what has been discussed. Still, he can learn to think, "I want to watch TV. I have homework. I need to do homework and then I can watch TV." Even if they don't understand the reasoning behind it, children can grow accustomed to such a schedule. This helps them in high school when they need to balance school, friends, and extracurricular activities. It becomes even more vital in college when there is no one there, barking orders at you to study and write papers. When I was getting ready for college, every person I knew who had already been college said that the most important thing to work on in college is time management. I completely agree and I'm sure that the students who succeed the most in this respect are the ones that learned some sense of responsibility in earlier years, partially as a result of having to take responsibility for their work and assignments in school.

The article I read today that spawned this thought in my mind talked of a student who decided to be home-schooled because she felt she had too much homework and too many assignments. Actually, this specific student seemed to have more of a problem with the type of assignments she had, such as making a collage for history class. The article glorifies this decision, as if home-schooling is the only answer to kids' homework problems. I'm not saying home-schooling is wrong. I'm sure the education can be great, especially for certain types of students. In fact, I'm sure the education received can even exceed that of traditional schools, depending on the schools in question. However, to choose home-schooling because it's "easier" or because it involves "less work" is just plain sad. Traditional schooling offers a socialization opportunity that is nonexistant in home-schooling and this socialization is extremely important to an individual's emotional and psychological development. Furthermore, this does nothing to encourge students to strive towards their goals. It sends the message that the easy way out is okay and that they should only have to do the kind of work they feel like doing. I am not saying this to generalize home-schooled indivduals. I'm sure many home-schooled students do not experience the negative consequences that may exist, especially if they received quality home-schooling. However, the risks are there.

Whether elimating homework or resorting to home-schooling for kids who would be better off at a traditional school, serious problems arise. As I mentioned before, if homework has become such a serious problem, it is likely to be a symptom of a greater problem and those need to be addressed. It is not right to simply say, "Oh, is school too hard? You don't like your homework? Okay, you don't have to do any then." I'm sure the decision is not so quick and simple but the message remains. What about when students go to college and are told to write 15 page research papers and read 150 pages a night? Will they drop out because it's too much work or because they just don't like papers? What about finding a job? Will these kids be "home-colleged" and "home-employed?" Will they wait for the opportunities to come to them? Will they quit their jobs because they disagree with some mundane detail?

Like I said, I am not trying to generalize here. There are exceptions to everything. I'm sure many schools do overwhelm their students with too much work for the child's age and I'm sure many home-schooled kids turn out to be very smart, sociable, and successful individuals. It's just not for everyone and it shouldn't be used as a "solution" to kids' academic woes. To eliminate homework across the board is unecessary, extreme, and detrimental to students' development.

So before you start protesting homework and pulling your kids out of school, ask yourself if that's really the answer. Maybe your child is unhappy for other reasons. Maybe he or she watches 3 hours of TV every afternoon and then complains about being up until 11pm doing homework. Maybe he or she is struggling in a particular course and is trying to avoid the subject entirely.

Think about your actions, your decisions. Use your knowledge as an adult living in an adult work to guide the ones under your care. Communicate. Listen to your kids. And shut off the damn TV!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Why Blog?

I have never blogged before. Sure, I had Xanga years ago and I was a slave to all things MySpace but those days are gone. I don't want to talk about what I had for lunch yesterday and I don't want to write a novel-length ranting rage about meaningless nuances in life.

I admit that I have briefly viewed only four of the blogs on this website, partially because I really don't know how to search or navigate around this place. Of those four blogs, three were written by current Olympians and one was written by a cook in Europe. All are people with a clear and set purpose. I'll tell you right now- I'm not one of those people. I'm just an average, every-day jeans and a t-shirt kinda girl with a meaningless day job but a lot of hope for the future. What I'm hoping for, I'm not sure. Of course I want the usual happiness and success. but how do I want to get there and what exactly is the definition of success, or even happiness? It is a dichotomy of utmost confusion and uncertainty for most, if not all, people. There are just too many variables that can't be lumped together to form one general consensus regarding the way of the world and being humans, the way we view the world changes constantly. A good day or a bad day, a new love or a heartache, making a friend or losing another, and the list goes on. Each moment we experience changes our view of the world, even if just slightly. This blog is nothing more than a collection of questions and experiences, some deep and others shallow, that have to at least some extent, brought about new questions in my mind that have, if even for a moment, changed the way I see things. Maybe someday I'll look back at this and learn something. Maybe these little lessons can be something more.