Political Correctness? Over my Black Ass

I've never quite understood the need to be politically correct. I suppose it spawned from the incredulous notion that as a U.S. citizen, you apparently have the right to not be offended. Ever. This seriously perverted misinterpretation of founding freedoms is raping society and forcing us to walk on eggshells near our neighbors.

Interestingly, during a portion of our Intensive Language course today, we randomly stumbled upon comparing which topics are appropriate to discuss in public venues and which are not in Spain and the United States. Our teacher was flabbergasted that religion and politics usually are a no-no, unless you're speaking privately with friends. Though this notion was justified by the desire to not offend each other, our teacher retorted that she once has a student from Israel and Palestine in the same class, and also a few Muslims in a class of predominantly Catholic-Christians. Instead of speed dialing the United Nation's pathetic excuse of a "Peacekeeping" force to monitor her classroom, she simply engaged her students in conversation. Not debate, not personal attacks, not even challenging their beliefs. It was an opportunity to actually learn from each other. And her students did indeed learn from each other. Imagine that.

Though our culture frequently clings to the words understanding, tolerance, and respect, rarely are there any instances to actually do so. It's almost refreshing this time to hear a European tell me my country has problems. I couldn't agree more that this is an issue.

BUT ENOUGH OF THE BORING STUFF.

 Gaga. Just kidding, this entry won't be about Gaga. Although, she is taking on "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". So kudos to that Mother Monster. Not to mention she cleaned up at the VMAs. It was even on Spanish news programs here. Speaking of 'cleaning up', Ke$ha wore a trash bag to the awards show? Fitting. I'm still sad to be missing Ke$ha and b.o.b. at da Buck. They would have a rad concert while I'm gone. Not to mention Sammy Adams. Flove that kid. Buck's very own Douglas Bogan is opening for the Bean Town Cracker. Best of luck to him. I do miss DJ Doug throwing down some sick tracks at the finest Frat parties on the East Coast. After attending some discotecas, I can honestly say Bucknellians truly know how to get grimy and dirty on the dance floor. Not sorry for partying.

Now that my ADD is out of the way, I would like to get to my topic: food. However, I'm tired and I want to watch another episode of Heroes before I nap. So, I'll save food for the next entry. Don't worry, it won't JUST be pictures of the heavenly cuisine here... I'll put some spin on it and give you some 'food for thought'. I'm hilarious today. Peace and blessins