Monday Night Media Mix

Below is a post from my social media class blog, Monday Night Media Mix, about Beer-Battered Ramen Noodles.
The truth is, I was inspired to create this blog to experiment with a new medium and to make an attempt at maintaining a theme.

Enjoy!

Beer Battered Ramen Noodles

My astrological sign is a Taurus. We're reputed to be stubborn and lazy.

Therefore, change sucks.

But I'm in the middle of a break-up (with my Tumblr account) and I need a coping mechanism. So I've moved to Blogger.

The focus of my new blog is to zero in on twenty-somethings, from random issues to ridiculous stories.

So far, the interface on Blogger is simpler than Tumblr, which motivates me to use it more. It also pushes me to create my own content than to just continuously reblog posts to update my blog.

I've been asked about the name of my blog, beer-battered ramen noodles. It's a play on the college stereotypes about drinking and ramen noodle dinners.

Either way, check it out for yourself, http://beerbatteredramen.blogspot.com and let me know what you think!

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Cyber Bitch

Computers are marvelous. Computers revolutionized technology for generations to come.

But did anyone else watch DISconnected on MTV?

I truly, honestly wish this was the story of my life. But instead, here I am, blogging about it, on my computer.

The premise of the documentary is of how three college students survive without their computers. Not just the internet. The entire computer.

No online homework, no YouTube, just pen, paper, and human interaction.

It emphasizes a point where our communication technology has progressed while our personal communication has regressed. Makes you sick to think about, huh?

Think about how to someone else, we're just a name on an email, a picture on a page. Or to the millions of people that get bullied every day, a nightmare behind a screen.

The age of technology brings an age of cowards. I wish I could say that it stops with high school since college individuals are mature, educated, blah blah blah.

In reality, this couldn't be further from the truth.

Take for instance the fallen site Juicy Campus, the self-proclaimed "enabler of online anonymous free speech on college campuses". In other words, it fed off of gossip, rumors, and rants on over 500 campuses throughout the country.

At one point, it became such a staple in college culture that if you ever wanted joined an organization on campus, you'd better hope your name wasn't on that site.

Out of curiosity once, I read a post about a girl looking to join my sorority. In nicer terms, it claimed she was quite promiscuous and mean-spirited, and included her phone number in case you wanted to reach her for her "services".

What didn't shock me was that someone would do this, what shocked me is that when she came out for our organization, she had to justify this - pardon my french - bullshit.

It virtually became a scarlet letter for anyone listed on this site.

The real terrorists of this country aren't the ones with nukes, they're the ones with words and a shield to anonymity to hide behind.

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Catwalk or fatwalk?

I am totally for this whole self-esteem movement.

In fact, I'm so for this movement, I spent two years doing philanthropies and service for the Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders (ANAD) Foundation in my sorority days.

But does anyone else find it a tad ironic that while one side of the media is embracing curves, the other end is ostracizing the overweight? And while they're ostracizing the overweight, they're condemning the over-skinny?

What exactly constitutes normalcy then?

I feel like belonging to a generation that has become hyper-aware of bullying and its tolls, the media has essentially bullied the masses. It doesn't matter if you're skinny or fat, you're wrong.

We all hear the horror stories about women who are unfortunately genetically subjected to their weight, like on the hit MTV show 'How I Used To Be Fat' or 'Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition'. But let me tell you, there's a whole other side of the story that society masks that still haunts me.

In my lifetime, I've been crowned Queen of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee and affectionately nicknamed Twig and Sick Stickly.

One day, when I ran crying to the principle's office after a group of kids stole my cell-phone and would anonymously instant message me with ridiculous nicknames, the secretary told me to take it as a compliment and sent me on my merry way.

To this day, I'm ashamed of telling this story, not because of what was done to me, but because I've been conditioned to believe that this isn't even a legitimate concern.

So I ask again, where is the line that defines the normalcy standard between too big and too thin?

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scroddle-la-doo is now scroddle-la-don't.

I was watching 127 Hours last night (the Aron Ralston story) and immediately ran to Google to investigate how the story ended.

Just so happens that after 13 men moved the boulder to free his severed arm, it was cremated and, eventually, the ashes were scattered at the site where the accident occurred.

So after many torturous years of aimlessly venting on Tumblr, I've migrated to Blogger and I'm scattering the ashes of my blog, Scroddle-La-Doo, on my new venture, beer-battered ramen noodles.

-Insert moment of silence.-

I want to say that this is going to be an inspiring, glorious, monumental movement.

I also want to say that it's going to be a confusing and frustrating journey.

I can promise you that it will be intriguing, honest, and there will be blood.

Well, maybe not the last part. Unless it's that time of the month. (I promised to keep it honest, didn't I?)

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