Monday, December 12, 2005

Final Post

As my final post, I am supposed to post my name in order to get credit for blogging (which I've been terrible at doing). Juwon Park officially stinks at blogging her observations of Race/Gender/Sex in Media... but just because I didn't post them doesn't mean I didn't observe them! :) Thank you Dr. Lambiase for a wonderful course and for being an amazing professor -- despite all the things going on in your personal life. I still have one semester left at UNT, so I hope to see you around campus. After that, I'll be moving to Korea for a year to teach English at a college-prep institute. This year has been the toughest year for both my family and me personally, and I could use the change in scenery (and a year off after all this schooling sounds AMAZING). Thanks again, Dr. Lambiase, and best of luck with everything. You're in my thoughts and prayers.

Final Paper

Focusing on the stereotypes of minorities on ABC's "LOST" has proved to be entirely too broad of a topic (I suppose you saw this coming, Dr. Lambiase!), so I've decided to focus specifically on the stereotypes of Asian-Americans (specifically the Korean couple) on the show. This doesn't deviate from the topic too much, so I hope it won't be a problem.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Mass Hysteria: It's sweeping the Nation!

Either the world is coming to a catastrophic end, or people have seriously lost it.

I know that the great Dr. Lambiase has encouraged us to blog to read what sort of journalistic insights we have to spew regarding the latest news, but seeing as how most news channels and other media are committed to giving us "All Hurricane, All The Time," I will use this as my own little editorial column - atleast for this entry. Jacque, look what you've done.

Ok, so I get that people are genuinely concerned about the wrath of Rita (by the way, what's going on with the names for these hurricanes? If I ever discovered any a hurricane, tornado, what-have-you, I would definitely not name it after any of my friends/family/relatives. Instead, I'd name it something ridiculous, so that anytime a reporter said it, viewers would lose respect for him, a little at a time. You know, something like, "Djibouti" (pronounced: ja-booty), a small country in Africa. But moving on...) the way I've seen people respond to this has been, well, bananas.

Case in point:

The date - Friday, September 23. The time - 11 a.m.
Scene 1: My friend works as a pharm-tech at Tom Thumb in Plano. She sends me a text message (mmm... gotta love how the pharm-techs are conversing with friends as they fill your prescriptions!) informing me that the store has run out of water. It is, how do you say?... DRY. They have no bottled water anywhere. Now people are raiding the soda section of the grocery store. 'Cause, you know, when you're dehydrated, sugar is the way to fix it.

(fade to black)

Same day. The time - 5 p.m.
Scene 2: My best friend calls me. I'm at work, but I figure it must be an emergency because I know that she knows I'm working. The office is silent as "Dirt off Your Shoulder" by Jay-z is reverberating in my purse. I pick it up.

"OH MY GOD THESE *explitives*!!!! JUWON! GET TO THE GAS STATION!!!! THESE *explitives* FROM HOUSTON ARE STEALING OUR GAS!!!! (screams to someone at a pump who most likely is not even from Houston) GO BACK TO HOUSTON, YOU *explitives*!!!"

I am sensing that she thinks it'd be in my best interest to fill up, but why?

"They're out of unleaded gas. How do you just run out of regular unleaded gas? It's regular! You're supposed to have it!"

I point out that her car doesn't even take regular, it takes premium.

"I DON'T CARE! It's the principle of it all!"

I ask if they still have premium. They do. I point out that well, atleast SOME sort of gas is still left.

"Best friend, I don't think you get how serious this is."

Oh no, best friend. I don't think you realize how much you're overreacting.

Regardless, as I leave the office, I let the attorneys and other legal aides know that they should probably fill up. Big mistake. They all in turn call their friends/family/relatives on the other side of the state to tell them to get a full tank. MASS HYSTERIA... it's like ebola, only less bloody.

So after enduring the traffic from 75 to 635 to 35... paranoia hits me. I give in and stop by the local Shell to fill up. I am joined by others who have been bitten by the Hurricane Rita bug. I literally had to wait in line at a pump to get gas. The gas station manager comes out and starts shutting off pumps. Maybe it was due to the glow of the flourescent lights, but I swear I saw terror in his eyes.

(fade to black)

Same day, a few hours later.
Scene 3: My mom calls.

"Hey... they aren't selling gas at any of the gas stations in Carrollton. What's going on?"

"Mom, people are losing it. Just come home."

"But I need gas."

"You can get it tomorrow."

"But what if they never sell gas again?"



"Then we'll start burning cow paddies for fuel."

"*Emphatic sigh* Juwon, I'm being serious."

Mother, that is what scares me.

(End scene.)

People, it's going to be okay, I promise. Look, they started selling gas again! Yay! So it's like 30 cents higher than it was two days ago, but who cares? Once this thing blows over (no pun intended), we'll be back to...


we'll still be paying too much for gas.

MMMM... status quo. Gotta love it.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


mic check

it works! :)