Come on everyone, lets sell out!

Well ladies and gents, I never thought it would come to this, but here I am. I am a teenager with a blog.... please don't hurt me! I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.

So, as I sit hear listening to the Beatles and sipping white wine - I know, how middle aged of you, Lou!- I feel the need to assure my readers (all one of them - Hi Mum) that this will not be the usual teenage angst ridden blog of your average FaceSpace page. At least, I wont go on and on at you about how pathetic my life is and how much it hurts to be at school and not in love and how the latest album by Dashboard Confessional was brilliant and really sooths my anguished soul.... mostly because Dashboard Confessional suck major donkey cock.
Don't worry folks, I promise not to go all emo on you. However, I can't promise that I will always spell correctly, or use correct punctuation or even update regularly. In the immortal words of Bartholomew J. Simpson, "I can't promise that I'll try, but I'll try to try."


So now we have the formalities out of the way, here we go!

Riddle me this my dear reader(s?): since when has it become okay to use derogatory racial terms in semi-civilised conversation? Did I miss the memo somewhere? Did the entire world get together and decide racial slurs were permissible whilst I was otherwise engaged? (Okay, so I was probably playing Guitar Hero at the time, but had someone called a world meeting and I WAS INFORMED I may have taken time out from kicking significant arse on Muse's Knights Of Cydonia to attend this once-in-a-million-lifetimes event. Well.... maybe not.... it is Guitar Hero, after all).

Before I continue, I should confess something - from a social point of view, I am a sad excuse for a teenager. I have been noticeably drunk a full total of... once. I've never had a serious relationship (which I put down to being surrounded by meat heads - discuss). I've never smoked pot. Hell, I've never even smoked. Don't intend to either.
I think a vast majority of the music my 'peers' listen to is pure mass marketed crap. Frankly, I don't give two parts of a flying lubricated lemur how much bling yo possy got, or how much 'junk (you) got in (your) trunk.' (Yes, I actually looked up those lyrics for this blog. They don't get much better than that, I'm afraid. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to be sick now).
Needless to say, these combinations don't exactly make brilliant party-goer material. The point is that I don't often have insights into the goings on of "normal teenagers" who, I have come to the conclusion, must be cerebrally challenged (okay... straying into snob emo territory there. Bad Louie! BAD!).

However, much to my surprise I found myself in a setting where I was able to converse with these people in a casual setting not two days ago, due to an educational event which required that I and eight other students venture into the city of an evening.
It should also be noted at this point that these people I was travelling with were not fundamentally bad, ill spirited people. They're just... well, at the risk of sounding so far up myself I could wear myself as a hat, idiots.

So there we were, sitting on the train and chatting when the talk got around to parties and the exorbitant cab fare home. One of the group was saying how two of her friends were taking a taxi somewhere, and that as soon as the cab stopped they jumped out and ran. Then, and I quote, "So, they were sprinting down the beach and the Packi from the cab was running after them, and tackled one to the ground! Yeah, she was tackled my some skinny Packi."
This story was met with much amused laughing and held sides and guffaws, but it left me somewhat stunned.

Okay children, its time to play"Spot the offensive material with Auntie Lou!"
It's not the racism that shocked me so much as the casualty with which it gets thrown about.

First of all, last time I checked, the use of the word "Packi" to describe someone of middle eastern descent was offensive. Yes? No? .... Yes. Second, how did anyone involved with the telling of or indeed in the story itself know if the cab driver was from Pakistan, except for the driver himself? He could have been Indian, or Egyptian, or even Israeli. For that matter, why not call him the cab driver? Thirdly, is it common practice to try and ditch cab fares? Is it somehow okay to steal the food off of the table of a man who is just doing his job? I ask this last one because the conversation went on to everyone saying how they had skipped out on cab fares and different strategies to achieve this effectively. As far as I'm concerned, if you re going to commit a crime for stealing, why a cab fare? Why not something good, like a TV? or a camper van? Hell, lets go all out and storm parliament with flamethrowers, that way if we get arrested we'll go down with a brilliant flourish!

But back to the original source of my tirade. I know these people reasonably well enough to know that they are not racist in a malicious sense, they just don't think things through. This makes me wonder, do they represent most of the teenage population and am I just "the weird one"?
Seriously people, GET A FREAKING CLUE! Open your eyes to the world around you and grow a goddamn conscience. One day you re going to insult the wrong person at the wrong time and get the fuck beaten out of you.
If that's the sort of thing "normal" people do, it's no wonder that I'm the freak who doesn't fit in. "Normal" people are ignorant, moronic and downright annoying cockmunchers, and I'll have no part of it.

Wow... that got progressively less funny, didn't it? Ah, I'm just warming up. Bite me.

Lou