Essay?
I'm not sure what this is, but I was thinking and started wirting, and this came out. Somebody please read it and let me know what you think.
I am a walking paradox. I am the epitome of an all-American teenager. I am somebody’s poster child.
I grew up in suburbia. I am proof that ‘normal’ doesn’t exist. Outwardly, my family was the picture of a well-balanced, disciplined yet loving, slightly upper-middle class, cultured, moderate, intelligent, American family. It produced in me a completely balanced, yet fundamentally opposite beliefs. My entire moral structure is based on opposed viewpoints.
I’m a conservative, and I believe that prayer should be allowed in schools, and that the War in Iraq was not only justified but also that the world is better off with us helping them. I hate the French, and I think that the only reason countries like Germany and Japan exist is because the U.S. is there, buying their products and boosting their economy. I own a t-shirt with the phrase “Peace through Superior Firepower”, as well as an anti-Che Guevarra t-shirt.
In the same argument, I can swing from belligerent, Nazi-feminist rantings about the complete and utter uselessness of men and their unending stupidity, to how corporal punishment is a necessity and the belief that, to quote Bill Cosby, “sometimes, you just can sleep well without a good whippin”.
I’ve formally identified myself with both the Catholic church and the Republican party, yet I believe in a woman’s right to choose what she wants to do with her body. I don’t believe that abortions are moral, but I do believe that women should have the right to choose, and that a bunch of paunchy, bald, out-of-touch old men shouldn’t make decisions for me. I also believe that basic fundamental rights, like, say, the right to make a formal and legal commitment being “granted” based on something so trivial as sexual orientation, is absurd.
My girlfriend and I fight about President Bush and the “world economy”, and then talk about the origins of the original punk music movement and whether the Sex Pistols or The Ramones were the founders of mainstream punk. We squabble about whether Courtney killed Kurt, and then about CIA cover-ups and government conspiracies, before I go on a tangent about how people have no need to fill the Florida everglades in order to build new houses.
In a world where I have so many conflicting viewpoints, how can I decide what’s right? With everyone telling a different side of the story, how do I know what to believe? Not to mention the fact that every media outlet is always telling you their opinion, and what some left-wing tree-hugger has to say, or what the fat, right-wing nut job thinks.
My career goal is to be a journalist. Because who else is willing to understand and cut through the bullshit that is AMERICA, and get to what really matters. I don’t want to tell you what I think, I want to give you all of the information I can, and trust you enough to make up your own damn mind, because we’re intelligent, and damnit, we’re Americans.
I am a walking paradox. I am the epitome of an all-American teenager. I am somebody’s poster child.
I grew up in suburbia. I am proof that ‘normal’ doesn’t exist. Outwardly, my family was the picture of a well-balanced, disciplined yet loving, slightly upper-middle class, cultured, moderate, intelligent, American family. It produced in me a completely balanced, yet fundamentally opposite beliefs. My entire moral structure is based on opposed viewpoints.
I’m a conservative, and I believe that prayer should be allowed in schools, and that the War in Iraq was not only justified but also that the world is better off with us helping them. I hate the French, and I think that the only reason countries like Germany and Japan exist is because the U.S. is there, buying their products and boosting their economy. I own a t-shirt with the phrase “Peace through Superior Firepower”, as well as an anti-Che Guevarra t-shirt.
In the same argument, I can swing from belligerent, Nazi-feminist rantings about the complete and utter uselessness of men and their unending stupidity, to how corporal punishment is a necessity and the belief that, to quote Bill Cosby, “sometimes, you just can sleep well without a good whippin”.
I’ve formally identified myself with both the Catholic church and the Republican party, yet I believe in a woman’s right to choose what she wants to do with her body. I don’t believe that abortions are moral, but I do believe that women should have the right to choose, and that a bunch of paunchy, bald, out-of-touch old men shouldn’t make decisions for me. I also believe that basic fundamental rights, like, say, the right to make a formal and legal commitment being “granted” based on something so trivial as sexual orientation, is absurd.
My girlfriend and I fight about President Bush and the “world economy”, and then talk about the origins of the original punk music movement and whether the Sex Pistols or The Ramones were the founders of mainstream punk. We squabble about whether Courtney killed Kurt, and then about CIA cover-ups and government conspiracies, before I go on a tangent about how people have no need to fill the Florida everglades in order to build new houses.
In a world where I have so many conflicting viewpoints, how can I decide what’s right? With everyone telling a different side of the story, how do I know what to believe? Not to mention the fact that every media outlet is always telling you their opinion, and what some left-wing tree-hugger has to say, or what the fat, right-wing nut job thinks.
My career goal is to be a journalist. Because who else is willing to understand and cut through the bullshit that is AMERICA, and get to what really matters. I don’t want to tell you what I think, I want to give you all of the information I can, and trust you enough to make up your own damn mind, because we’re intelligent, and damnit, we’re Americans.