Yes. Serious question.
I guess you are probably assuming I am thirty and middle aged, old fashioned, read the IKEA catalogue and bird watch in my free time. Or possibly you agree with me to some extent, but answer “we all have different ideas of what entertainment is” or “not all nightclubs are the same.”
Before I go and answer my burning question, let me assure you I am nineteen, in my first year at university – the year I am “supposed to go out and enjoy myself” – and that includes, supposedly, going out to enjoy nightclubs, heavy binge drinking, and generally chasing the opposite sex (or for some people, the same-sex). I am supposed to “let it all out” before the second and third years of my studies, where grades actually matter, since first year doesn’t count towards anything, or at least so we think.
I am your typical nightclub age, and have entered probably about 10 nightclubs, and much as I have tried, I have never enjoyed any of them (shock, horror!). Continue Reading
There seems to be a fear in our society about asking a question that people may find, well, pick a word: scary, un-ethical, non-politically correct, otherwise ridiculous etc. People seem to be concerned about looking foolish or G_d forbid, racist. But why should this be the case. I truly believe that if anything in the world is going to change questions need to be asked and people need to think about the answers.
Last year I attended college, taking an Access to HE course in order to gain entry onto my current degree programme here at the University of Kent. During one of the classes the topic being discussed was over-population and scarce resources. Quite innocently, I will explain*, I remarked that in Africa we cull all sorts of species if their numbers were reaching unsustainable levels and that perhaps we should consider culling people for the same reasons. As you can imagine this idea invoked involuntary outbursts of laughter closely followed by objections to even having thought about it. My question is WHY? Continue Reading