So Long, Farwell.

Well this is it. This is my last post as i say goodbye to Intro to Literary Theory, as well as to my fellow bloggers. I cant not deny I am excited for this, who doesn't love summer? Haha but i must say I am sad too. I thoroughly enjoyed this class, and this has by far been my best class I have endured so far throughout my university studies. I found it super intimidating at first, but I'm glad I was up for the challenge. I must agree with todays discussion that theory can most definatly inhibit creativity. And that critical thinking can alter, and take away from our once blinded enjoyment. However, I must argue that I would not have it any other way...

This class has taught me so much, and has made me a better student. For once, I can actually notice such a change. My writing has improved so much, but most importantly my thinking. We tackled some very challenging theories, and had to apply them rather difficultly. I am ever so grateful that for once I am walking out of a class that I feel was worth being compulsory. It is a fantastic feeling. Further more, I think with being a developed ciritcal thinker, you learn to turn the theory on and off. Yes I know if I know if I want to I can tear something up, shred it to pieces and prove a theory (Thanks Pound! :)) But i also know that if I am simply sitting down to watch or read something for enjoyment, I turn it off and do so. For example, Gossip Girl.. da da dummm... haha has to be the worst entertainment ever for its social constructions, mass ideologies, use of media etc etc the list goes on with the flaws of it. However, as a drama on TV i love it. I dont apply its themes to my own life, but i allow myself to sit there and enjoy 60 minutes of gasping in shock, and laughing in humor. I think those who only can see things through theory are lacking critical thinking and being narrow-minded. That's just my own opinion, i think it is a skillful critical thinker to turn it on and off depending on study and entertainment- if not as a skill, then to keep us human and sane from tearing apart everything in our lives.

Thanks so much for a great year everyone!

Goodbye Sex, Hello Sexting?

It is absolutely amazing how networking and the new digital generation has changed the meaning of characteristics within our lives. From privacy, writing, literature, relationships and friendships. All the meanings have changes, to which what meanings are left? What is the meaning of sexting? Okay let me elaborate. My friend has been dating this guy for about a year, however she was "sexting" with her ex-boyfriend. Sexting? Hmm okay well i will try not to offened incase anyone else takes part, personally i dont understand haha. But i'm told its texting back and forth sexual comments or intentions? Okay so her boyfriend found them. And accused her of cheating. Where do we draw the line? It is actual cheating? What do we define as unfaithful now? Clearly it is not just physically touching one another anymore. Does that mean the meaning of adultry must be re-written?

It's Not A Game Anymore...

I admire Scott's efforts to bring excitment and interest into our classroom, really, I've never had a teacher who's done such a good job of it. Linking an Olympic hockey game into Literary Theory? Awesome! So on that note I'm going to run with this topic a little bit. First of all, ROCKS TO BE CANADIAN... now that that's out, what has hockey really become?

My grandfather and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. It was once a "Canadian" game due to the cold weather in the North, ponds and lakes would freeze over and some dare devil tied metal to some shoes and BAM hockey was born. It was a community event, families and friends. Then it grew to townships. And all of a sudden countries were flying all over the world, being paid millions of dollars to skate with a stick. It's not a game, its an industry. Okay hockey fans, don't hate me too much.

I love sports just as much as the next person, but look around you!!! Look at any "sport". It is no longer a game. It is a huuuuuuge insittuion soaked in social constructions and ideologies! A hockey game= money. Everything from seat tickets, jerseys, hats, mitts, noise makers to the little team jersey's they make for babies! And wherever theres money, theres pride. This huge social construction of pride. Even my dad, loveeees Boston Bruins (has got a basement of items to prove it) and he'll pull pranks on my nieghbor (a Montreal fan) constantly and vice versa! He actually put a toliet seat on his front door! Hahah, its all in "good" fun I'm told, but still there are people who actually live by these games infront of their tv's. Live by something they've NEVER ACTUALLY SEEN yet they live by it? They live by an imaginative world that is not their reality. And its so far gone, so disconnected with reality that if i told my own father this, it would either be tramitizing to crush his so called "reality", or he simply wouldn't understand.