Whoa, REWIND!

I think we count on television to be more flawless than it really is.

Just because the people involved in the creation and production of television programs are technically “professionals,” that doesn’t always necessarily mean that the show or segment is executed in the most perfect of ways.

Every time I see a television flaw, I feel like my jaw plummets to the floor and I’m shouting at my roommates, asking them, “AHH did you SEE that?! That news anchor is SUCH an IDIOT! How could they have let that happen???”

But really, humans aren’t perfect. We all know that. Still, it’s terribly hilarious and amusing when such a glaring error occurs for millions of eyes to see and ears to hear.

Recently, a terrible blunder occurred when MSNBC anchor Contessa Brewer mixed up a name in a pretty bad way that got her in some hot water:

Apparently, since the incident, Brewer has been receiving a lot of complaints about being racist and thinking that every black person looks the same. While I think that’s a quick conclusion to jump to, I do agree that she made a pretty grave error in messing up those two names in particular.

Here’s another recent one:

 

I know, I know. Everyone’s had about enough of Balloon Boy. But this is just too good to pass up. I can just feel the “Ohhhh… shit” moment of poor Falcon’s parents seeping throughout the room. After this incident, national television turned from being these parents’ best friend to their worst enemy.

This one’s a little gross. Proceed with caution:

 

Projectile vomiting on live television? Really? Can’t you usually feel that coming? Wouldn’t you run off the set or not even go on air in the first place if you were feeling that a deluge of vomit was going to fountain out of your mouth? The hostess somehow actually remains quite charming after the fact, and it’s difficult to remain charming while you’re wiping your mouth and nose while simultaneously trying to respond to the caller. Props to her.

Another bodily mishap:

 

No matter how old I get, hearing someone let out a wild, unexpected rip will always make me giggle like a preschooler. I’m just glad this lady chose not to ignore it and completely owned up to it in her own, surrender-by-laughter type way. I honestly thought that the fart would come earlier in the clip as she was pulling her knees and her head in. That seems like it would be prime gas time. But she surprised us all!

I love a good soap slip:

 

I was never a big “All My Children” fan (it was all about “General Hospital” for me), but I’m pretty sure this guy is supposed to be one of the show’s hunks. Now, every time I see him, all I can think about is that little black thong sticking out above the top of his jeans like the girls in my middle school’s popular clique. And they let that go on air!

Love those television mess-ups. They just remind me of how much I will appreciate my perfectionism in journalistic fact checking and spell checking later in life. Because seriously, letting some of those things slip? BIG mistake!

Until next time, cheers!

P.S. Sorry about the wait on this post – the delay had something to do with a messed up schedule and Beads & Things on Shafer Street. My apologies.

Home Sweet Home? Not So Much.

My younger brother, Rocco, is a senior in high school and is already starting to look into various colleges of interest, touring and getting the word on the street about each different school.

Tear.

Lately, I’ve been trying to think of different ways I could help him out, obviously being an experienced collegiate girl of ceaseless wisdom. Ha. But when I think of college and what kinds of things he should be researching and also looking forward to, I think of many different aspects – the quality of the school, campus beauty, a new level of classes, extracurricular activities and, of course, living with roommates.

And that’s when a flood of horror stories immediately deluged my thoughts and I became a nervous big sister.

I remember reading a “Letter to the Editor” in The Post at the end of my freshman year, posted to the Web site on May 13, 2008, about another Ohio University freshman, Chris Uihlein, who had a horrifying roommate experience. He decided to take a chance and branch out by being a random roommate in a triple already chosen by two other boys – two other uninviting, homophobic boys.

Through Facebook, these other boys realized that Chris was gay. They asked him to retract his decision to live in the room, but at that point, it was too late for Chris to back out. The boys retorted with cruel messages and nasty, demeaning Facebook statuses that declared their disgust for his sexuality, making it all that much more difficult for Chris to be an openly gay person, which is something that everyone should have the utmost respect for to begin with.

Those boys slipped up that day by being so completely closed-minded that they may have missed out on a respectful, fun roommate and potentially great friendship. They also messed up in assuming that Chris, being gay, would automatically lust after them and rub off on them, or whatever they assumed about him that constituted their inhumanity toward him. It’s sickening, really.

I tend to think that roommate blunders can make some of the most fascinating (and for the people involved, most irritating) blunders. Though I’m willing to talk about some of my favorite – and by favorite, I mean wildest – instances, I do want to keep all names anonymous out of respect for those involved. Therefore, all names used in the following anecdotes have been changed.

A girl I recently met, Rachel, is a freshman here at OU. Her roommate, Megan, is involved in Campus Crusade, an extracurricular activity that focuses on devotion to Christ. While Rachel is supportive of Megan’s activity, Megan disagrees with Rachel’s decision to drink and indulge in some of the new things that college has presented to her. Instead of being mutually supportive, Megan chastises Rachel and makes it known that she disagrees with Rachel’s lifestyle.

A friend of mine, Sarah, an OU junior, had a roommate freshman year who chose not to be cleanly and pick up after herself. It got bad enough to the point that her roommate stuck a dirty pad to the floor – sticky side down, dirty side up. And it sat there for far longer than it should have. Sarah was disgusted at the site of it, not to mention the germs and health hazards that her roommate’s actions caused.

Matt, another OU freshman I recently met, has a roommate with an intriguing issue – porn addiction. Though Matt’s not entirely sure that it’s a clinically diagnosed, actual addiction, from what he has seen, he feels as though it is. Apparently, his roommate watches pornographic films and videos entirely too often.

These situations amaze me. While I understand personality clashes, I also think it’s important to at least try to bend a little, maybe just enough to just meet someone in the middle and coexist peacefully.

My other two roommates, Morgan and Allyson, have been living together since freshman year. I just kind of jumped on that bandwagon this fall. They get along famously, though their personalities are quite different. The two of them have really learned to make it work. The following videos are nice displays of their roommate teamwork. Pay no mind to any other part of each video other than the clips I specifically directed to play, as the other parts of the videos are irrelevant.

Here's a clip from my interview with Morgan about life with Allyson:

Morgan gives a tour of the apartment, showing the difference between her and Allyson:

I wholeheartedly back the phrase: “To each his own.” But when “his own” is affecting another’s “own” or even another’s well being, then I think it’s time to cut the shit and learn to share space.

Until next time, cheers!

Burlington Hoax Factory

I have a chronic shopping problem.

This is something I’m pretty open about, and also something I’ve come to accept. While I’m honest about the self-induced monetary departure from my wallet, another Ohio woman is not quite so honest about her apparently fallacious monetary gain.

While flipping through The Athens Messenger today, I ran across a little blurb that tickled my funny bone. This is a blunder in so many ways, but I’ll let you read and figure that out for yourself:

“A woman being driven around in a rented limousine pulled up at a coat store and announced she’d won the lottery and would pay for everyone’s purchases, police said, but she ended up causing a riot when customers realized it was a hoax. Angry customers threw merchandise around and looted, leaving the store looking as though a hurricane had passed through it, police said. Linda Brown was arrested Tuesday after an hours-long shopping spree that began when she hired a stretch Hummer limousine to drop her off at a Burlington Coat Factory store, police Sgt. Lt. Michael Deakins said.”

That excerpt was taken from the Thursday, October 15, 2009 issue of The Athens Messenger. The incident occurred uncomfortably close to our little Athens – in nearby Columbus, actually.

The actual store of madness in Columbus. Image from http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1220622/Woman-causes-riot-Burlington-Coat-Factory-lying-shed-won-lottery-wanted-spend-clothes-there.html

My initial reaction was yet another “WHAT THE *&$%??????” moment (as previously seen on my post about the hot sauce vagina). However, I decided to take a step back on this one and realized that this news bit is probably one of the funniest things I have ever heard about. I’m more amused than astounded.

I can’t wait until Michael K gets his hands on this.

Let’s chit chat about this for a minute. Really? A rented stretch Hummer limousine? But more importantly, Burlington Coat Factory? Again, really?

Alright, alright, I’ll cut her a little slack (but not really), because some other news sources are saying that her mental stability is being questioned by police and investigators. I guess that could maybe justify her outlandish choice of details in executing this plan.

Linda Brown, seen here being taken into custody by police. Image from http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1220622/Woman-causes-riot-Burlington-Coat-Factory-lying-shed-won-lottery-wanted-spend-clothes-there.html

But I suppose I’m more concerned about the reaction of other customers in the store. What were they thinking in believing her? That is just another example of a total mess-up in this entire situation. If they really believed that she won $1.5 million like she said she did, why would they think she’d show up at a Burlington Coat Factory (of all places), offering to pay for everyone’s purchases nonetheless? Oh, but only purchases up to $500. That legitimizes it.

On top of that, once customers heard that she’d won the lottery and was willing to share the wealth, they started calling all their friends and family to come into the store and take advantage. News sources say that there were about 500 customers ready to purchase their goodies in the store and an additional 1,000 people waiting outside, trying to get in, only to be stopped by the circa 24 police officers that workers at the Burlington Coat Factory had to call in for backup.

Some of the customers in the store at the time of the hoax. Image from http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1220622/Woman-causes-riot-Burlington-Coat-Factory-lying-shed-won-lottery-wanted-spend-clothes-there.html

But when customers became aware of the farce, rather than just laughing it off or rolling their eyes and going on about their business, they went rampant. The store was trashed and apparently, many of them left, desired items in hand, without paying. Since when did the Burlington Coat Factory become a free-for-all? Just because some bizarre lady comes in and riles everyone up doesn’t automatically mean that every item in the store becomes instantaneously free.

It seems like everyone involved in this stunt, not just Ms. Brown, has got a case of the crazies. I realize this must have been a mess for the store and its employees, but this story’s just too hilarious not to love.

Until next time, cheers!

How Much is that Heart Attack in the Window?

A new blogger myself, I always make it a point to read some other blogs on a fairly regular basis. One such blog is my ultimate indulgence and guiltiest of the guilty pleasures, Dlisted. Readers, be warned that this Web site is NOT for the faint of heart or the easily offended. Just sayin’.

One reason why I love Dlisted so very much is that Michael K, the head honcho of posts, goes where no one else will – and does so with incredible panache. Thanks to Michael K and one of his Friday, October 9 Dlisted posts, my eyes have been opened (VERY wide) to this undeniable cuisine catastrophe:

Ladies and gentlemen, the Krispy Kreme bacon cheeseburger. Photo from http://www.flickr.com/photos/ccaviness/2625223578/.

And here’s a photographer’s attempt at making this look classy:

 

Photo from http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x8490203.

This is a food faux pas if I ever saw one. A true health-endangering slip-up. It’s actually kind of awesome in a totally gruesome and horrifying way. I realize this isn’t quite local. However, I think a lot of Athens college kids could benefit from seeing this embarrassing display of a good old Amurrican 1,000-calorie sandwich. And while I’m not the hugest Fox News fan, I find this video terribly appropriate. That and I just love Shepard Smith’s facial expressions. They say it all.

I know a lot of OU students (myself included) are at the scary and pivotal point in their lives where they are required to decide what they will eat on a day-to-day basis and actually cook it for themselves. This can be quite difficult, and unhealthy microwaveable dinners or fatty fast food can be oh so tempting. Take it from my friend Aimee, who shares her cooking woes on her own blog.

I realize that a lot of readers are students, and a lot of students have that mindset of, “Oh, well, I’m only in college once. I’ll get all healthy and stuff after I graduate.” That’s all good and fine… if you have a ridiculously high metabolism that you’re never at risk of losing. What you are at risk of losing, though, is your good health and a wholesome Athens experience.

There is a way to resist the temptation. Athens has many healthy alternatives to offer. My classmate Steve wrote a really great post on his blog about the Athens Farmer’s Market, where there is plenty of tasty, fresh, locally grown food to choose from. Here are some other places and ideas that are appropriate and present in the Athens locale:

And that's my rant for the day, kiddos. I urge you to take my advice. And perhaps even moreso, I urge you to never, EVER create ANYTHING remotely similar to the Krispy Kreme bacon cheeseburger!

Until next time, cheers!

It’s Gettin’ Hot in Here…

… so take off all your clothes so get that Tabasco sauce out of your vagina!

No, seriously. Yes, that is really what I mean.

Campus has been abuzz with sidewalk chatter regarding the following letter, written by a girl who has chosen to refer to herself as “Unsure” (indeed), which was sent in to the sex column for The Post:

“My boyfriend wants to ‘spice’ things up a bit and try eating hot sauce out of my vagina. Is this safe for me?

 

                        Thanks,

                                    Unsure”

The letter and response were published on the Web site for The Post late at night Wednesday, October 7, and they were published in the paper Thursday, October 8. Kudos to columnist Mallory Long for handling this submission in a professional manner. I, however, will venture to say what everyone else is thinking:

WHAT THE *&$%??????

Here's an appropriate image I found at http://www.pissclear.org/ImageGalleries/fakeads/:

 

For as many years as I’ve been a “Sex and the City” fan, I have not seen the likes of this.

On the other hand, if this submission was meant to be a joke, I’m frankly ashamed that a town so heavily supportive of all types of journalism (including sex columns) would house a person who isn’t taking The Post’s venture into touchy territory seriously. Which could potentially mean that I actually agree with the notorious Ashley Herzog (see her comments below Long’s article) for the first time in my life:

“Posted: Thursday, October 08, 2009

Article comment by: Ashley Herzog

 

This is laughable. (In an embarassing way, not a funny way.) Pretty sure some idiot sent this question in as a joke.

 

The editor should be embarassed that this ran in the paper. Then again, when the Culture Editor had her own column, it consisted of her deep thoughts on Juicy Campus.”

 

However, I only admit to agreeing with Herzog’s bottom comment, not the one on top:

“Posted: Thursday, October 08, 2009

Article comment by: Ashley Herzog

 

Also, just wait til a future employer finds this. ‘Uh ma'am, we see you wrote a column about some dude eating hot sauce out of his girlfriend's vagina...’ That's one step below putting ‘exotic dancer’ on your professional resume.”

 

Really Ashley? Comparing sex columnists to exotic dancers? Tisk tisk.

PLEASE don’t get me wrong. I am in total support of the sexually gutsy and am all for “spicing things up.” Sans the actual spice.

Here’s a healthy alternative: Take a trip to Athens’ own Passionate Kisses. They have a stimulating (pun intended) selection of adventurous sexual playthings. Then you’d be supporting local businesses (yay!) AND you can be sure you’ve got safe products in your hands.

If you ask me, a bit of easy research would have answered Unsure’s question. Then maybe she wouldn’t have had to expose that question to the entire population of The Post’s readers and waste a few inches (again, pun intended) of good sex column.

Then again, what do I know? Here I am, in on a Friday evening, blogging nonetheless. Doesn’t get much more nerdy than that.

However, my friend Emilee has a GREAT sex blog that I highly recommend!

But take it from this Plain Jane, there are PLENTY of ways to be sexually explorative without the burn! (Why do my closing few words sound like an advertisement for Preparation H or a really good alcohol chaser? And how did I find a way to categorize those two items?

Until next time, cheers!

That's What He Said

I am an absolute victim to the verbal blunder.

As much as I try to avoid social discomfort, it is sometimes out of my hands. Perhaps I mention that I disagree with a specific organization, and that organization’s leader is standing next to me. Or I complain about someone in my class that irritates me and that person’s cousin overhears the conversation.

But in each of these instances, I don’t realize that what I’m saying is offensive. Though I have poor luck with social blunders and these situations happen to me unfortunately often, I refuse to say something that I know will be offensive.

I have always wondered why it’s apparently cool to use certain ordinary words in a blatantly offensive manner. For example, I have heard someone deem a couch “retarded.” I was unaware that pieces of furniture had mental capacities.

A good friend of mine told me a story the other day about a blunder that affected her in quite an adverse way.

Here’s the scoop:

Her friends introduced her to a great guy, and she decided that she might be amorously interested in this certain someone. On the other hand, this guy was absolutely certain of his romantic interest in her. Things went pretty well for the first week or two.

After a while, he took her out. Later on in the night, his friends showed up to say hello. Upon their arrival, this guy underwent a bit of a personality turnaround. He changed from sweetheart to total “bro” in a hot minute.

His friends brought with them an energy that sucked this poor guy in, allowing an alternate, testosterone-powered side of his personality to come through. This side was unfortunately not a side that his date, my friend, was very fond of.

He started using terms such as “gay,” “homo” and “faggot” to describe things that were not homosexual. My friend, being a social and political aficionado, was both astonished and disappointed that this guy had so easily fallen into the vicious trap of offensive yet popular verbal blunders because of pressure from his friends.

I asked my friend, Pat Henderson, what he thought about this blunder. Here's what he had to say:

Hearing this anecdote left me thinking about whether or not that word choice was typical of this guy or if he was just nervous and gave in too easily to his friends. Either way, my friend instantly gained a negative perception of the guy she hoped would be different.

Though he (and many others) may not particularly see his poor word choice as a blunder, other people are seriously offended by such references. He, unfortunately, wasn’t even aware of the fact that such a simple slip cost him the respect of a girl he esteems so highly. It’s a sad situation that could easily have been avoided by simply thinking of others when speaking. So often, our words do more than just speak out loud.

Until next time, cheers!

And So It Goes...

How is it that I've found myself doing the very thing I loathe?

Couldn't tell you.

I have never really been a fan of ridicule or laughter at another's expense, nor am I a fan of magnifying mistakes. Yes, they happen. Yes, we are all human. Yes, it is normal to fall on your face in the middle of West Green, crushing your rather messy Grab 'n' Go beneath you. Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything...

Yet here I am, blogging about mistakes and misfortunes. Let me be clear: What I write on here is not meant to be a personal attack on any specific person.

Brick Tripper is an opinionated analysis of general slip-ups and trip-ups in the Athens community. Most of the post topics will be local, but that's where this blog gets interesting.

I'd like to take a critical look at the mistakes I get my hands on and apply them in such a way that the lesson and message become universal. Because of course, the sharing and understanding of experience and knowledge is crucial to living your life.

(This picture was taken in my room, by the way.

Brick walls? How appropriate.)

Sometimes, mistakes have a significant ripple effect, spreading to a pool of related people. I would like to think of Brick Tripper as an outlet through which everyone, including myself, is able to laugh at some blunders, understand the result and take that knowledge away to learn and grow. Think of Brick Tripper as a source of entertainment that is beyond skin-deep.

With that in mind, read, enjoy and please feel free to leave comments with other slip-ups you've witnessed, or just comments in general.

Cheers!