Dr. Pepper recently came out with a new ad campaign.
If you've seen it then you know what I'm talking about.
If you haven't, well watch this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTs-BmLOGWQ
In my personal opinion, it's disgusting, offensive, degrading and ridiculous that stuff like this still exists in this day and age!
But, you know that's just me.
I wrote on the facebook page and reported them and then I emailed the Dr. Pepper website. I probably could have been more kind but I wanted to make my sentiments known and...well I think I got the point across.
Dearest Dr. Pepper,
You are no longer dear to me.
Not since that repulsive Dr. Pepper 10 commercial.
I am a woman, a lady, a girl and I am extremely offended. Lots of people say, "Who cares? It's funny!" but I disagree most ardently.
What you're saying is that Diet pop is a girls drink, that men need to manly, and that all women love rom/coms and what the heck is a "lady drink"?! You might as well be saying "Men are awesome and far superior to women". If you wanted attention then fine, sure, you got it, happy? Now stop! This is awful. I thought society was passed this. I used to love Dr. Pepper and while I still do, I will never drink it again. After this, could you really expect me to? Thanks for stereotyping me and putting me in a box.
With No Love from an Infuriated Ex-Fan
Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
One Big Giant Mystery
Is life a highway?
Is it a roller coaster?
Is it like a box of chocolates?
Life if curious thing. No one has all the answers and so life becomes a mystery.
A mystery that has ups and downs like a roller coaster.
A mystery that has curves and road blocks, like a highway.
A mystery where you never know what you're going to get, like a box of chocolates.
I was in Comparative Civilizations yesterday and my teacher was telling us about the ancient Egyptians. The building of the pyramids was so spot on that there were only theories of how they used their primitive tools to make them so symmetrical. I brought up my own theory explaining how sea people from the Nile river came up on land to help them out of the goodness of their hearts. My teacher looked at me and said, "Wait let me get this clear, you think mermaids helped the Egyptians build the pyramids?". I promptly responded yes and a rather logical theory was born.
I realize sea people wouldn't be your first choice but there are so many puzzling things in the world that I think we, the human race, need to loosen up a bit and have a little fun.
Why not make a theory up? Why can't aliens exist?
I think aliens do exist, I just think God created them.
Anyway, if you learn anything from this it's this:
"Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive anyway."
Is it a roller coaster?
Is it like a box of chocolates?
Life if curious thing. No one has all the answers and so life becomes a mystery.
A mystery that has ups and downs like a roller coaster.
A mystery that has curves and road blocks, like a highway.
A mystery where you never know what you're going to get, like a box of chocolates.
I was in Comparative Civilizations yesterday and my teacher was telling us about the ancient Egyptians. The building of the pyramids was so spot on that there were only theories of how they used their primitive tools to make them so symmetrical. I brought up my own theory explaining how sea people from the Nile river came up on land to help them out of the goodness of their hearts. My teacher looked at me and said, "Wait let me get this clear, you think mermaids helped the Egyptians build the pyramids?". I promptly responded yes and a rather logical theory was born.
I realize sea people wouldn't be your first choice but there are so many puzzling things in the world that I think we, the human race, need to loosen up a bit and have a little fun.
Why not make a theory up? Why can't aliens exist?
I think aliens do exist, I just think God created them.
Anyway, if you learn anything from this it's this:
"Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive anyway."
Sunday, October 16, 2011
We Day
We Day is a powerful day.
It's impacting and motivational.
We Day is a day where 18 000 students and teachers get together under the same roof, only to blow the top off so everyone can hear.
These 18 000 individuals are spoken to by speakers like Mia Farrow, Spencer West and of course the founders of Free the Children, Craig and Marc Keilburger.
Free the Children is an organization that began with an eleven year old boy named Craig Keilburger.
He was moved by an article about a boy in child labour and brought it to school.
He stood up in front of his class, nervous and shaking, then he asked them who wanted to do something about it.
Eleven people raised their hands and Free the Children was born.
Today they have started over 650 schools and are providing over 1 million people with clean water, food, education, health care and income assistance.
If you'd like to read more about Free the Children you can go to the website below :)
http://www.freethechildren.com/
Because of this organization many, many people have been given the help they need and it's because of that little boy that they did that.
So Free the Children started We Day to empower youth to change the world, to make a change, and to make a positive difference.
I'm part of my school's social justice club and each year we participate in We Day. It's an incredible, rather life changing event. To be inspired along with 18 000 other youth like you is so powerful.
Thanks Craig, for allowing us to make a difference and to get a chance to have our voices heard.
If you want to know more about We Day go to this website below.
http://www.weday.com/
It's impacting and motivational.
We Day is a day where 18 000 students and teachers get together under the same roof, only to blow the top off so everyone can hear.
These 18 000 individuals are spoken to by speakers like Mia Farrow, Spencer West and of course the founders of Free the Children, Craig and Marc Keilburger.
Free the Children is an organization that began with an eleven year old boy named Craig Keilburger.
He was moved by an article about a boy in child labour and brought it to school.
He stood up in front of his class, nervous and shaking, then he asked them who wanted to do something about it.
Eleven people raised their hands and Free the Children was born.
Today they have started over 650 schools and are providing over 1 million people with clean water, food, education, health care and income assistance.
If you'd like to read more about Free the Children you can go to the website below :)
http://www.freethechildren.com/
Because of this organization many, many people have been given the help they need and it's because of that little boy that they did that.
So Free the Children started We Day to empower youth to change the world, to make a change, and to make a positive difference.
I'm part of my school's social justice club and each year we participate in We Day. It's an incredible, rather life changing event. To be inspired along with 18 000 other youth like you is so powerful.
Thanks Craig, for allowing us to make a difference and to get a chance to have our voices heard.
If you want to know more about We Day go to this website below.
http://www.weday.com/
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Coming Soon...
I realize it's been a while but stay tuned for a post regarding We Day! You can research it while you wait :)
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Le Futur
What do you want to be when you grow up?
It's the number one question to ask kids of all ages. It's got to be, people have been asking me for years and years.
Well, I'm all grown up now. Not completely of course, you never really stop growing. But here I am.
What do I want to be...now?
I have a few secret dreams. Well just two but I think they're quite special.
#1. I dream that one day I could be an activist for all things. Fighting for human rights, against the tar sands, or to raise money for cancer research. Those are just some examples but being part of an organization that would allow me to make a rather significant difference in rather large number of people would possibly be the most incredible thing to ever happen to me.
#2. I dream that one day I could announce all things via radio. How awesome would it be to be a radio announcer?! I've always wanted to make little jokes with my co-host and interview crazy people, maybe even the news. I don't want to be on TV though, just the radio. I could be the next Rick Cluff or Steven Quinn (for those of you who don't know, they are from CBC radio).
Those are my secret dreams that aren't really secret at all.
I could make it happen, I could aspire to be one of those. Or maybe I could be an activist and then go on the radio to announce different fundraisers , etc..
I'll just have to make sure whatever decision I make is the right one, and then follow that dream whole heartedly.
Oh that sounds easy enough....
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Power of One
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Today in English class we finished watching the film, The Power of One.
Oh my gosh was this ever an incredible movie.
It was beautiful, just amazing. The way it was filmed, the African singing, the inspiring message. It was just magnificent.
It's is about an English boy who lived in South Africa at the time of a apartheid. The Dutch and the English had fought for South Africa and eventually the Dutch won so the English were looked upon, well rather negatively. It goes on to tell of this boy's life, his struggles as an English boy in boarding school, his forbidden love for a Dutch girl and love for the natives of South Africa.
If you haven't seen it, I 302.8% recommend it!
Now on to the real story.
So there I was, sitting in the middle of English class. With my best friend beside me.
We were just chilling. Just watching the movie.
Of course, it was pretty violent and graphic so I was turning away at times when I thought my gag reflex just might have gotten a little too much exercise but I was enjoying it. There was the little romance and the rebellious teaching of reading and writing to the black people, it was very good.
Then it hit me.
All of a sudden, something happened to a certain character (who I will not reveal just in case you watch it) and I was done.
Tears in my eyes, wait!
Tears streaming down my cheeks!
My throat tightened, and I wanted to burst.
But remember, I'm in the middle of English.
I turn fiercely backward to give my teacher a look. She knows I hate that stuff.
She knew.
And yet she didn't prepare me.
I said to her "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!".
Then I turned around and continued to cry.
I wanted to let it all out, to just release.
But I couldn't.
And I didn't.
My best friend beside, thankfully, was doing the same as me.
Needless to say we had a pretty emotionally draining day.
I was emotionally exhausted and wanted to just curl up in my bed with some tea.
I couldn't do any work after that. I was too unfocused, too worn.
The worst part about this is that the English class who had it in the afternoon didn't cry, but laughed.
After I had fell apart. I broke.
They had laughed.
I came in to their class during my work block, expectiing to see their faces stained with tears.
What I found was much worse.
Their smiling faces, their cheery tones.
They weren't shattered, they weren't sad.
They told me they had started to laugh and began talking quite loudly at the part where I had practically died.
Our class was silent, sniffling, and whispering angry and frustrated comments.
What a feeling.
So when you watch The Power of One, I hope you cry. I hope you die a little bit inside.
Or at least show some sad'ish' emotion!
Wow.
Wow.
Today in English class we finished watching the film, The Power of One.
Oh my gosh was this ever an incredible movie.
It was beautiful, just amazing. The way it was filmed, the African singing, the inspiring message. It was just magnificent.
It's is about an English boy who lived in South Africa at the time of a apartheid. The Dutch and the English had fought for South Africa and eventually the Dutch won so the English were looked upon, well rather negatively. It goes on to tell of this boy's life, his struggles as an English boy in boarding school, his forbidden love for a Dutch girl and love for the natives of South Africa.
If you haven't seen it, I 302.8% recommend it!
Now on to the real story.
So there I was, sitting in the middle of English class. With my best friend beside me.
We were just chilling. Just watching the movie.
Of course, it was pretty violent and graphic so I was turning away at times when I thought my gag reflex just might have gotten a little too much exercise but I was enjoying it. There was the little romance and the rebellious teaching of reading and writing to the black people, it was very good.
Then it hit me.
All of a sudden, something happened to a certain character (who I will not reveal just in case you watch it) and I was done.
Tears in my eyes, wait!
Tears streaming down my cheeks!
My throat tightened, and I wanted to burst.
But remember, I'm in the middle of English.
I turn fiercely backward to give my teacher a look. She knows I hate that stuff.
She knew.
And yet she didn't prepare me.
I said to her "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!".
Then I turned around and continued to cry.
I wanted to let it all out, to just release.
But I couldn't.
And I didn't.
My best friend beside, thankfully, was doing the same as me.
Needless to say we had a pretty emotionally draining day.
I was emotionally exhausted and wanted to just curl up in my bed with some tea.
I couldn't do any work after that. I was too unfocused, too worn.
The worst part about this is that the English class who had it in the afternoon didn't cry, but laughed.
After I had fell apart. I broke.
They had laughed.
I came in to their class during my work block, expectiing to see their faces stained with tears.
What I found was much worse.
Their smiling faces, their cheery tones.
They weren't shattered, they weren't sad.
They told me they had started to laugh and began talking quite loudly at the part where I had practically died.
Our class was silent, sniffling, and whispering angry and frustrated comments.
What a feeling.
So when you watch The Power of One, I hope you cry. I hope you die a little bit inside.
Or at least show some sad'ish' emotion!
Monday, October 3, 2011
82 Days till...
I know it's not even Halloween yet but I'm pretty stoked for Christmas.
Only 82 days!
Today in textiles me and some friends were discussing Halloween and Christmas.
I hate Halloween and they love it. We both agreed Christmas is just lovely but Halloween seemed to be a "controversial" holiday.
The reasons I hate Halloween are as follows:
1. It's scary and spooky.
2. It's dark. (not like, light and dark but more...almost emotionally dark)
3. There are bloody and grotesque costumes.
4. It's creepy.
5. I don't get warm fuzzies when I think of it. (unlike Christmas)
6. The only "tradition" involved is carving pumpkins and even that's dying.
So overall, you could say that I don't particularly enjoy Halloween. Although that would be an understatement.
Perhaps it's the mood I'm in but I can't seem to say anything positive today. Ok, how about this.
There are fun things about Halloween though. The candy and the dressing up, handing out candy is my favourite! So I'm not a total cynic.
But moving on to Christmas! Hooray!
I love Christmas.
Christmas is a time of giving, getting, warm hearts, happy hearts, christmas movies, cozy fires, carols, snow, traditions, decorating and so much more! And those are only some of the things that Christmas is. I can't help but want to burst into dance and song at the thought of Christmas!
So while I dread the "long awaited" Halloween I can be thinking about how Christmas will be just around the corner.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas."
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