Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Competition is bad

Discovery Campus Canyon elementary school in Colorado Springs, Colorado recently banned the game of tag from its playground, citing that the game “causes a lot of conflict on the playground.” Apparently, a number of students complained that they were getting harassed and chased against their wishes.

I have three words for those kids: suck it up.

Conflict is a necessary part of life. Sure, you can complain to your parents and have them bully the school board into stopping teachers from grading in red ink or banning physical games from the playground, but that’s not going to happen when you go out in the real world (read: college and later). Boss being unreasonable? Dorm roommate being too obnoxious? Nothing your parents can do about stuff like that.

The problem with most modern parents is that they’re too protective about their kids. Yes, that’s nice at times, but you can’t insulate your kids forever. One way or another, they’re going to hear the f-word, or they’re going to get sick, or (heaven forbid) they’re going to see a naked woman or man. That’s life. Being overprotective is actually a bad thing. Why do so many kids have allergies these days? Their living environments are too clean. Without any every day germs, kids can’t build up their immune systems to protect themselves from common allergies and colds (not to mention the really nasty stuff). It’s healthy for kids to play in the mud (and possibly eat it). It’s healthy for them to skin their knee chasing someone else. It’s healthy for them to play tag.

The sooner people understand all that, the sooner I can stop rolling my eyes reading about wimpy school boards caving to overprotective parents who survived red ink on their test papers, being chased on the playground, and, oh yeah, walking to school up hill both ways in the snow and/or rain. They survived that stuff, so their kids can, too.

I object to moral objections

I have many pet peeves. If I was to write them all out, the list would probably be longer than I am tall. One of my big ones is people with an annoying air of moral superiority. Now, I can somewhat stand people who always think they’re right if they’re just hanging around doing nothing in particular. They’re still annoying, but they’re also mostly harmless. It’s the people who actually have some modicum of power over others that I really hate.

Take, for example, pharmacists. Specifically, pharmacists in Washington State who refuse to fill prescriptions for the emergency contraceptive Plan B because they have a moral objection to the pill, contraceptives, or people who have unprotected sex and have to rely on a morning-after pill to make sure they don’t get pregnant. Specific enough?

Anyways, there’s been an ongoing debate here in Washington regarding the rights of said pharmacists. Essentially, should these pharmacists be allowed to refuse service to people because their conscience says so? I’m not sure what the current situation is, but my opinion is this: if your job is causing you moral dilemmas that interfere with your ability to do carry out your responsibilities, you need to find a new line of work. Plain and simple. If you don’t want to find a new job, then swallow your pride and do what the customer wants. I mean, if an employee at a movie theater refused to sell tickets to a certain movie on the grounds that said movie contains sex and violence which he finds morally reprehensible, he’d be canned pretty quickly. Same goes for any job.

It seems to me that these pharmacists think they’re above the most important rule in the service industry: the customer is always right. So what if they don’t want to get pregnant? So what if they didn’t use protection? Judge them on your own time and give them the damn pill already. You’re paid to dispense medicine, not moral judgment.

I’ve been…phished?

Apparently, someone got my MySpace password and sent spam emails to a bunch of my friends, resulting in my account being blocked. The strange thing is that MySpace didn’t even bother to send me an email telling me I’d been blocked. I mean, you’d think it’d be common courtesy to at least let me know before I logged into my account and saw a giant message from Tom about how I’d been phished.

But I don’t think I really was phished. Yes, someone got hold of my password and spammed people, but I haven’t logged into MySpace in weeks, and I always make sure that I’m logging into myspace.com, not some poorly spelled doppelgänger. Of course, I might have been less sure at some point, but it sure wasn’t recently, and I can’t imagine someone getting my password and waiting a week or two before doing anything with it. I suppose they could have been playing around with other peoples’ passwords before coming around to mine…

Anyways, even if I wasn’t phished, someone managed to hack into my MySpace account, which really worries me. Luckily, nothing in my profile or account was changed, so I’m beginning to suspect some kind of spam bot instead of a real person. Still, it’s a good lesson about how unsafe the Internet really can be. And yet MySpace still won’t let you have a password longer than 10 characters…

Cutting edge indeed

I’ve got nothing to write about, so watch this vid and tell me how the heck they did this.

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I’ve heard it’s a couple of contortionists, but I’m just not seeing it.

A nation of weenies

I swear, I will never understand how America, the land of violent sports, R-rated movies, and Playboy, can be so squeamish when it comes to TV. Now, I can get censoring the really heavy stuff, like sex scenes and gratuitous violence and cursing from network channels that are freely accessible to everyone (don’t get me started on what they do to basic and even premium cable), but what they did to the following commercial just takes the cake. The following is the original version, in all it’s glory.

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“The most advanced piece of technology you will ever pee on.” Priceless, right? Well, I was watching TV last night (on a basic cable channel, too), and the same commercial came on, but with a slight change in the wording. I can’t find a clip of it online, but the punchline was now as follows: “The most advanced piece of technology you will ever…ahem, you know.”

What the heck? I mean, seriously, are we as a nation so squeamish we can’t stand the word “pee” on television? Ironically, I was watching a TV special that same night on another channel which listed the ever-popular Family Guy episode “PTV” as the second-funniest television show moment. That episode happens to deal with censorship and the song-and-dance number by Peter, Stewie, and Brian illustrates perfectly how weak American stomachs are. It’s not a ding-a-ling; it’s a penis. And you don’t, ahem, you know. I don’t know! That could mean anything! I mean, at least it’s funny in Seinfeld, what with the “master of your domain” and “yada yada yada.” But taking the funniest bit out of a semi-funny commercial because of a three-letter word you hear your little kids saying every time they wake up in the morning is just ridiculous. It’s real life people. If you don’t like to hear it on TV, there’s the remote. I prefer the mute button myself, but the power button or channel buttons are alway good choices.

The moral of the story: don’t ruin it for the rest of us if you can’t handle language (especially when it’s not even that strong). As good ol’ Mark Twain said “Censorship is like telling a man he can’t have steak because a baby can’t chew it.” Oh, and if you’re looking for the FCC song from Family Guy, check it out below.

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EDIT: Damn you, Fox, for taking away the FCC song video! I don’t want to have to watch the low-quality subtitled one.

 

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