Looking ahead

This is probably the cliche post everyone throws up at the last minute on the last day of blogging, but whatever.  I'm just so so so relieved to have finally figured out what I want to do with my life!  Everything this semester really opened my eyes to who I am and what I am capable of in advertising and journalism.  I even know where I want to go after I graduate - well if law school or grad school doesn't work out :)  And now I'm going to be even more predictable and say that my intro to creativity class helped me realize all I want to accomplish in my life.  It inspired me to never let my ideas go unnoticed, and to never be afraid to take chances in my work - no matter how horrible they may seem at first.  It made me even more excited to find out that this class applied not only to advertising but to journalism as well.  They really should offer classes like this in other degrees, I think people who hate their major a lot less after taking a class filled with building random machines and branching off into space on different ideas.

Overall, this class really opened my eyes up to the type of person I am.  I'm no longer afraid to express myself in a group of people, and I'm definitely more confident in all my work.  I even got more creative drawing little cartoons in the margins of m notes!  So with this class behind me and another set of classes on the horizon, I can only hope my next group of classes will be this much fun.  I mean - account planning is creative right?

Gone, but not forgotten

It seems that every year something happens somewhere in the world that draws attention to the people who survived the event.  Whether it be a war, the Holocaust, 9/11, a typhoon, car accident, school shooting - whatever, there are always survivors remaining to tell their stories.

But what happens when all the survivors of a particular event die?  Or even worse, what if there are no survivor to tell what really happened?  This is becoming the case with victims from the Holocaust.

As time goes on, people die, memories fade, and time moves forward... for some.  What remains then though is the memory of these people.  So the question is, does someone or something ever really disappear for good?  I mean sure, people come and go through our lives, days blue together, and months turn into years, but events that truly had an impact on us never really leave.  We still reflect on events that we either witnessed first-hand or through the TV, and we still recall hearing about WWI and other occurances way before our time.

So as people fear that when a group of people die, everything they brought will never be lost.  People, events, places, and time live on in our memory forever, even if the specific element is gone.

http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2008-05-01-Holocaust_N.htm

I love Mom's boobs

Since when did it become the norm for almost everyone in our society to succumb to the pressure of going under the knife for cosmetic surgery?  There's a huge difference between getting plastic surgery to fix a broken nose, or even out an injured person's entire body.  But having a knife wielded around your face for the sake of making your nose thinner, your boobs bigger, and your ass tighter has come to be the newly accepted thing.

Things have even go so far now as to prep children for when Mommy comes home with watermelons under her shirt instead of blueberries.  I mean if my mom waltzed in the house flaunting a chest 10 lbs heavier than a few days ago I would freak out.  Even today... ya, I would still freak out.  Never fear - in Michael Salzhauer's new book "My Beautiful Mommy" children are prepared for the new arrival of mom and the twins, some lipo, anew nose, and maybe even a tummy tuck.

So I get the whole idea of this surgeon just wanting to sell more money and hopefully rack up a few more million doing work on moms who love his book, but really?  Some children who's moms are getting these surgeries aren't even old enough to read.  I for one would be freaked out if when I was a kid my mom came in to read me a book about getting some saline solution injected in her, and then the next day I can't even lay on the couch with her because her chest took over the love seat.  Not to mention - children don't know the first thing about surgical enhancements.  They notice it happened, but do children really want to know (or should they) what really happened to Mommy in those few hours she was gone last Friday?

Parents should be responsible enough to explain to their children what they are doing to themselves before taking the final step.  If parents need a book to explain to their children the details of plastic surgery, maybe they are the ones who need a book about what they are doing to themselves since they obviously cannot explain it to their children in their own words!