Heavier Things

Hegemony or Survival

Saw Ocean's 12 tonight, it was quite enjoyable. I laughed a lot - nice to get out of the Final mind-set even for a few hours. Afterwards, we skipped on over to Chapters - my home away from home - to peruse our little bibliophile hearts out.

I recently recommended Hegemony or Survival: America's Quest for Global Dominance by Noam Chomsky to a friend, not having read it myself but having heard a great deal about it and having discussed it in my Feminist Theory course. While waiting for Amy to crawl out of the darkest corner of the store where she seems to enjoy hiding from me everytime we go shopping, I picked it up and started reading. Within 2 pages I had already formed these conclusions:

Darwin's theory of evolution does not apply today, in a Western First World context. Today, being smart and going against the herd ensures the obliteration of our species. Cockroaches are undoubtedly less intelligent than humans, but they are much more effective at procreating. In North America, being smart and going against the dominant ideology and hegemony is a very difficult task in which a great deal of adversity is met. Smart people are procreating less and less. Stupid people procreate like cockroaches - pests that are a plague on our planet. We encounter the need to adhere to hegemony on a daily basis, it's really shocking to think of all the ways in which we unconsciously participate in this system. It's to the point where refusing to be hailed by the dominant ideology results in the inability to function as we would normally like to on a daily basis.

From 2 pages. After Christmas, I am definitely buying that book.

Listening to: Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional

posted by Joanna @ 10:47 PM 4 Comments

Stupidity and Death

I hate stupid disrespectful people.

On Thursday I was sitting in psych class, trying to pay attention to the last lecture. These three annoying bitches behind me were talking and laughing loudly through the entire lecture. It's so goddamn rude and disrespectful to the entire class, let alone to the professor. He is a really genuinely nice guy, who tries to make rather dull information as interesting as possible. He goes out of his way to help students with the material, and that's how he is repaid: annoying bitches talking over him the entire time he's trying to teach. He's too nice of a man to yell at them, but I felt like turning around and popping those bitches in the jaw. If you want to talk, get up and fucking LEAVE. Better yet, don't even bother coming to class. Even better yet, throw yourself off a cliff and do society a favour.

On a less angry and a more sad kind of note, we had to put one of the rats to sleep this week. I am very sad. We had noticed a bald spot on his neck a few weeks ago, and it spread to his shoulders - it was an infection. Apparently he was in pain, so they put him to sleep to avoid further discomfort for the little guy. I miss him. I'm also worried about Laurier's shitty facilities fucking up my thesis.

I need another glass of this merlot.

Listening to: Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

posted by Joanna @ 9:42 PM 0 Comments