Wednesday, November 11, 2009

PRESS RELEASE: Cleaning Up the College Conduct

We are all biased in one way or another. Some towards their children, some towards their studies and in light of the recent scandal at the University of Sydney's St Paul's College, I admit I am biased towards college.

While under no circumstances do I condone the actions of these young gentleman who set up a 'pro-rape' Facebook group earlier this week, I don't appreciate the minority of collegians who do the wrong thing and spoil the reputation of colleges around the country.

I lived at college for three years at the University of Queensland. In that time, I heard and saw my fair share of inexcusable behaviour. At times, I was shocked and disgusted. But those times were never outweighed by the times I revelled in the joy of being at college. Only after you have been a member of a college co-hort can you come to understand how beneficial the experience is. How it can become an opportunity for social, cultural, sporting and academic achievement and leadership.

To the outside, I can see how college-life would look different to this: a residential hall of hormone-driven, sexed-up students, who care little about their studies and are only concerned by the price of beer jugs at the local pub. I can see how those events of the past involving explicit drunken behaviour and sexual allegations would be cause for questioning these institutions. I can see how one bad egg can rot the entire barrel.

I can also see how colleges provide the perfect scapegoat for immoral incidents. No matter where you live, whether at college, in the army, in a suburban community, even in some homes, inappropriate and even shocking events are occuring. Bullying, emotional and sexual abuse, murder - one glance at the daily newspaper is proof that there is no perfect society. There will always be injustice.

This does not mean we sit back and passively accept these things as unchangable. Rape and sexual abuse will never be acceptable and it is a change which we of the moral society must continue to fight for.

But colleges are not sest-pools of immoral, inappropriate and depraved behaviour. They do not souly fuel the child molestors, date rapers and rule breakers of society. Yes - there are a select few of students who do the wrong thing. Their actions are inexcusable and they must take responsibility for the damage they cause to themselves, their victim and their college. But to every one of those students who shame the name of their residency, there are others who are representing it for the right reasons. They are leading and achieving and living by the rules which not only govern their college, but which goven modern society.

College is a world within the world, which is why the events which occur there are magnified to such an extent. Just in any society, there are people who fail in spite of the opportunities they are given to succeed. They take actions which are unsupported and cause events which find their way to the front pages of the newspaper. But until we can change what happens outside the college walls, what happens inside will always be a similiar reflection. The way women are represented as only sexual conquests, the way men are pressured into thinking masculinity is power, the way arrogance is portrayed as confidence and therefore rewarded. These are social defects which are apparent no matter where you live or work.

I actively encourage this cleaning up the college conduct because I would hate to think prospective students percieve college an experience they would prefer to pass on. But I think it is necessary to point out to those so quick to point their own finger, whether based on experience or an experience 30 years previous, that college will always reflect the world it exists in. Just as there is a minority that do the majority no favours, there is still a majority who continue to do the right thing and make waves for their college for the right reasons.

Where is their headline in the newspaper?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

PRESS RELEASE: Syncing their teeth into Brits

I'll be the first to admit, she's not everybody's cup of English Breakfast Tea. She's the epitome of celebrity-gone-wrong. She got married in velour trackie dacks, shaved her head and is considered the female version of Michael Jackson (for all the right and wrong reasons). But as 'cra-zee' as Britney Spears may be, the thirteen-year-old part of me who still knows all the lyrics to 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' still loves her and was more than willing to fork out the $200 to see her shake her ta ta on the Australian stage.

And I've gotta say, I'm a little dissapointed.

Dissapointed that from the moment young Britney touched down in Australia, she has been greeted with the same media-storm which seems to follow her wherever she goes. No "Hip Hip Hoorah, Britney's here! Let's show her the respect nobody else seems to!" Goodness no. The first thing Australia chose to do was find the one negative thing about Brit's Tour Down Under and splash it across the headlines as their welcome wagon.

As Australians, we pride ourselves on our differences compared to the United States, our relaxed 'true blue little battler' attitude. Yet the first thing we did when Brits arrived was smack her with the same treatment she gets every day in the US of A - paparrazi flashes and tabloid gossip. I thought we Aussies were a little better than that. I thought we were all about fairness and equality and supporting those who are doing it tough. Sure, Britney's life has been a circus in itself and she's not the most reliable role model, but she's still kicking. She's still trying to make do, just like the rest of us.

So why are we so determined to make it more difficult for her?

There's plenty more celebs who've walked Britney's path and met considerably stickier ends. Where's the Aussie spirit in celebrating the fact that she's managed to get herself back in the ring?

(Image Credit: Bryan Bedder-Geddy Images)

Saturday, November 7, 2009

KH COMMENTARY: There is a season...


There's a season for everything. A season for leggings, a season for coloured eye shadows, a season for bikinis and berets and black nail polish. A season for sunbaking, a season for summer storms, a season for cold mornings and a season for stifling nights. There's a season for everything.

And just as there is a season for break-ups, there appears to be a season for hook-ups too.

I don't know if there's something in the water or if the springtime air is making people toey, but the world is going couple crazy. Every where I turn people are pairing off like animals on Noah's ark.

Two or three months ago, relationships were exploding one after another like hidden landmines, leaving wounded couples suddenly single. But it appears these fallen victims have dusted themselves off, got back on their feet and back in the game and those of us who have taken up an unsatisfyingly permanent residency in Singleton suddenly find ourselves with even more competition.

And it's hard battle out there. A battle of mind games; the constant balance of confidence and reserve, honesty and mystery, independence and desperation. And it takes one wrong step, one wrong revelation of your character, one too many stupid words and you're out. Dismissed. Sidelined as you watch the other players who've worked out how to play the game.

And the more you fight - for whatever it is we think we're fighting for - and the more you lose out as other people win big, the more you question everything you once liked about yourself and the more you desperately convince your negative thoughts that you're the type of person who can't be put in a box.

Attraction, lust, love - whatever label you want to put on it - isn't it all the result of a chemical reaction? A response we're physically prone to feel as a part of our human condition, only further amplified by songs and movies and romantic heroes. The need for love is inescapable. We rejoice when we've finally found it, but we're reminded each and every day we're forced to keep on looking.

But just like my occassional plunges into self pity, there is a season, turn turn turn....

(Image Credit: The Drifter and The Gypsy)

KH COMMENTARY: Excuses Excuses

Who's a naughty little blogger?

That would be me....

I know I have been MIA slash AWOL slash just plain lazy over the last few weeks (oh my gosh it's been weeks now!) and have not posted any delightful snippets of cynicsm and I wish there was some profound excuse behind my tardiness, but there isn't. I'm just plain lazy and have let my readership down.

But never fear - I'm whipping the poor old blog off the back-burner and putting it back on high priority. Daily posts coming your way once again, pinky promise.

xo