This is stupid!

So I got invited to an event called something like "Tell her she's beautiful" on Facebook.

Here's my beef.

The first line of the subject reads, It has come to my attention that as I grow older, girls get more and more self conscious of themselves. Whomever this person is lives in a sad sad world and maybe needs to see people through a different kind of looking-glass.

He then goes on to say, This hurts me, because every girl is beautiful in their own way. They all want to live up to standards that the media has set for them, like being paper thin or double Z breasts.

WRONG. Not ALL women want "double Z" breasts and to "live up to media's standards." Because of posts like this, ignorant boys and girls assume it is fact that all girls are incredibly insecure and need to be told a insincere "you're beautiful" to feel better about themselves.

Additionally, this person goes on to write, It really breaks my heart to see all of the girls to wallow around and hate who they are and think they aren’t worth something. I don't know about you, but not every girl whom I've met say they hate themselves and think they're worthless.

Reading this stupid "event" makes me want to punch this person in their baby-maker so that they may never make imbecile babies like themselves.



Just for your entertainment, here's the rest of the "event" content:

I’m making this event so everyone can tell anyone that they think is beautiful, that they are beautiful. Just tell them. They don’t hear it enough, and they want to hear it. Tell anyone; tell your friend, your mother, your sister, your cousin, your dog for all I care. Let’s show girls that we don’t care about the standards that they set for themselves and that we like them the way they are.

Let’s show every girl that they really are beautiful. So tell them, it’ll make their day.

Girls, you ARE beautiful.

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Invite as many people as you can to this event :) spread the word and make this a big event!

It’ll be spanning from Thursday the 11th to Sunday the 14th (aka Valentine’s Day), so boys/ girls, this gives you time to work up the nerve for that special someone.

And if one feels so inclined, spread the love to the males too, because we can be insecure too!

Guys please do not fret too much about this, this event was inspired by my friends that don't think that they're enough. Hence why I dedicate this to females. But being a guy myself, I do understand how we can feel self conscious at times too. So yes this can be for males too, i never said it couldn't. It could be for anyone, even your pet rock for all I care, just spread the love. :D

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This event is not created to force anyone to say "You're beautiful"; see it as a reminder.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way, so please keep negative comments to yourself. Please people, be mature. If you don't like the idea of this event too much, keep rude comments to yourself! Thanks :)

Battle of the Gods

So last night I had quite the interesting and new experience.
I was called to go pick up my friend who was sitting on a corner on a random street puking her delicious dinner out from intoxication. (Her vomit smelled putrid, by the way, as she had quite the rich meal that night.)
Another friend was already there (as was her boyfriend) with her car, encouraging our sick friend to get in the car so as to go home. After much mumbling, crying, vomiting, and refusal, I ended up dialing 911 so that she could be transported in an ambulance to a near-by hospital.

This is when things went in a much different way than I had imagined.

What I thought would happen: a fire truck and ambulance would come carrying about eight people at maximum. They would pick her up, place her on a gurney, and take her to the hospital where she could be treated and released in the morning. Easy!
What actually happened: a fire truck, an ambulance, and a police car arrived. Police personnel: 2 (one very direct woman and one quiet man). Fire personnel: About 6 men. They took no action at all and were there just in case of a sudden fire I suppose? Paramedics: About 7, 1 of whom was a woman, the rest of whom looked like young choir boys.
Basically, the paramedics (most of whom, in addition to the police woman, had flashlights in their hands) took her blood pressure and vital signs. My friend (the healthy one) gave information to the paramedics and cop about my drunk friend's name, address, birth date, etc. The woman EMT told us to just take her home, make sure she sleeps on her side so as not to choke on her vomit, and to check on her periodically through the night to make she her vitals remain normal. If they don't, bring her to the hospital. "She's answering all of our questions coherently so that means she is fine to go home."

What! If I have to make sure someone isn't choking on their vomit every half-hour, that doesn't sound fine to me.

A kind EMT lined the car with "emergency blankets" as others placed a bag around her neck in which she could vomit, and then 2 of them tried to pick her up to get into my friend's car.
She refused to move because she didn't feel good, and immediately started vomiting again after picking her head up to speak.

After some more struggle, the EMTs said, "we give up" and this is where things got interesting.

The lady cop flashed the light in my drunken friends face and said, "You have two options: get in the back of your friend's car and sleep in your bed tonight, or get in the back of a cop car and sleep in a cell tonight in addition to being fined $430," to which the my poor friend replied, "Take me to jail, I deserve to suffer the consequences of my actions."

Obviously, the ultimatum situation didn't work out as planned.

The EMTs then had a sudden change of heart, rushed back over to our friend and decided that she was in much need of hospitalization.

No way would they let that cop take their patient!

They rolled out the gurney (after they just put it back after giving us the schpeal about vital signs), and from there things went a little smoother (after they managed to control her struggling arms). To make things a little more interesting, the EMT took pictures of my friend in the ambulance (with the camera we provided him for which he asked) and said, "She'll want to see these when she's laughing about it next week." The other sober friend and I later deleted the pictures as we decided they weren't funny at all as we were waiting in the Emergency Room to go back and see our friend. It was 3am when we left the ER and 5:30AM when she had to be picked up and brought home to sleep.

What did I learn from all of this? EMTs don't like police women.

I had the urge to throw a stick in his bike spokes

I am in several health-oriented classes this quarter, naturally, as I am a Kinesiology major.

This week in class we had a make a list with a partner of "good" health behaviors and "bad" health behaviors.

Popular entries included, "washing your hands," and "avoiding excessive drinking."

There were two guys behind me who were filling out their "bad" health behavior sections and one of them mentioned something about unprotected sex.

Long story short, "being gay" was soon being written on their paper under a "bad" health behavior, as they laughed.

I looked back a few times giving them the dirtiest look I could muster.

I later saw one of them riding his bike home after class and I had the urge to throw a stick in his spokes for being such an insensitive ignoramus.

At the very least, I decided immediately that he will never be my boyfriend.