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Skrew the American Dream...
live your own life!
-Sadie van Rensberg-
So I kind of have to admit that
while I write this article I’m waiting
patiently to watch Laguna Beach…
Shameful, huh?
This show entails all the things I
have come to despise about the
future leaders of the world we live
in. For those of you who don’t
have DSTV, this program is about
a shallow bunch of teenage brats
who turn the steering wheels of
Ferrari’s with their manicured nails
while applying yet more Chanel
lipstick. So why do we always tune
in for more? With shows like ‘My
Super Sweet 16th’ and ‘The Hills”
we wait in bated breath, to see
what scandal is going to happen
next and who will be first to
(gasp!) run out of mascara.
Reality TV has given us a peek
inside the lives of people we
thought were so different to us.
They seemed perfect at first.
The foreshow song-introduction
perceives them to be a bunch of
happy teenagers, living in a world
of bliss, along with the dramatic
touch ups, cheesy background
pop music and wind generator
(Just to ensure the American
flag -and their hair- billows to full
effect).
Soon into the program you realize
that these kids are enslaved by
their own images, of the great
American dream. Their ideas on
life are sad, uninspiring and show
just how spoilt ‘Daddy’s-LittlePrincess’ truly is. What do we,
as teenagers, stand to gain from
watching the head cheerleader
fluff her blonde hair and complain
she has, like, no ‘hot’ clothes
because she hasn’t been, like,
shopping in, like, two days?
Shame, what a tough life she
lives…
crazy, messed up way we can
relate to them? If these people are
living the American dream, then I
seriously don’t want to be a part
of it. Besides, the South African
dream of freedom and equality
is so much better than some air
headed, outlook on the world.
So…who wants to watch the
History Channel instead?
Hhhmmm…Didn’t think so.
Why do we continue to waste our
time watching these unproductive
half hours of trash? Is it because
we enjoy laughing at them?
Because we look up to them? (I
hope not) or is it because in some
CONTENTS
The waves thrash, the thunder roars,
as white horses prance through
schools of blue and purple,
the swells raising me to happiness,
and then dropping me and making
me feel like nothing.
But still, I paddle on, sometimes
with strength and hope,
but sometimes with fear of the
unknown.
Now and then I will wobble and
almost topple over,
but never have I really gotten wet.
I pass many people on my way,
sometimes those who have
capsized and can’t get back up,
and even though I know that at any
moment, that cold be me,
I realise that I am strong and can
keep my balance, as I paddle
through life on my canoe.