Depends.

For me; as a guy anyway, I only go to parties for the girls. So it all depends on what kind of mood I’m in. If I feel like hunting down some snow bunnies, then I’d have no problem at an all-white party. If my sweet tooth’s craving chocolate, then I’m hittin’ up the black party. Regardless of which, the end result will still be the same: I’ll show up, hang out, maybe dance with a girl or too, then get bored and go back home to do something else. It is a little difficult to coordinate sometimes depending on who you decide to bring with you. If I’m going to an all-white party, for example, I’d probably take a white wingman along with me. If I’m going to an all-black party, I’ll have a brotha as my right-arm man.

You can’t exactly show up to an all black party with a white wingman, unless you want him to steal all the black girl’s attention. He’d be the odd one out, instantly allowing him to gain the most attention, whether good or bad. Either way, it doesn’t help me in the slightest. If the attention is good, he’d get more girls then I would. If the attention is bad, the brothas are gonna be all over our shit and there’d be no way for me to get any girls with all these big black dudes sweatin’ me and my wingman all night.

It’s a little different at a white party, however. If I bring a white guy with my wingman, then I’d be the one to stand out, and I know I always leave a good impression at a party, so it’ll be easy for “That cool black guy” to walk away with a few white girls. If I bring a black wingman then, again, two scenarios could play out. Either the attention is good and my wingman ends up bagging more girls than I do, or the attention can be bad, and we all know what kind of bad I mean: That type of bad where everyone at the party snubs and talks shit about you while you’re in the room.

So again, it depends all on what the flavor of the night I’m craving is. Personally, I’d much rather go to a mixed ethnicity party. That way, you never know. I might have a change of taste in the middle of the night. I tend to do that a lot, which is why I prefer a mixed basket. After all, variety is the spice of life, is it not? I wonder if other races have exclusive parties. I know just recently Touch of Africa was going on, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a straight African after party. Something I should look into.

Yo, real shit: It’s a pride thing for guys. Nobody wants to hear they were a bad sexual partner. Hell, not even women want to hear that. So that’s a good reason why some guys probably don’t ask. I know from experience when my girlfriend and I first started getting intimate. I already knew about most of the statistics and that girls fake it, but I also knew what girls do like, so we stuck mainly to foreplay. Luckily for me, because we stuck to foreplay for so long, I could tell when she had an orgasm, so I knew what to look for when we actually started to have sex. But even still, even after I clearly see she’s had multiple orgasms, I still have that subconscious thought that it could have been better.
The only reason why guys gas themselves up in the first place is to drown out those self-conscious thoughts. It makes perfect sense. If we keep saying out loud we’re the biggest and the best, we drown out any otherwise negative thoughts about ourselves. So of course, to avoid the pain or embarrassment of thinking that there could be something to improve on, we just tell ourselves that yeah, we rocked her world. When women fake it, however, it just adds more gas to the equation.
I feel like pride is something that every guy fights hard to strengthen and protect. With pride comes confidence, and what’s the first thing guys learn about attracting women? Have confidence. You gotta know you’re the shit, you can’t just say it or think it. You have to know, and if you question it, then you don’t know, and if you don’t know, then you don’t have it. It’s just the way we’re “trained” for a lack of a better word. You can’t be bitchin’ up and asking questions about how good or bad you were, and god forbid she says you weren’t good. Then what? Do you throw away your pride which you worked so hard to build up and admit that maybe your stroke game isn’t all that you thought it was? Or do you be like fuck that bitch?
But yeah, on a real tip; it’s all about the pride. As guys, we have too much. But honestly, without our pride what do we really have left: Small penises and bad stroke game? Come on, I’ve heard of people killing themselves over less. Pride is a huge thing for us, and we’re not gonna jeopardize that for just any girl. So that’s why we don’t ask for the most part; because we want to believe we rocked her world, which protects and strengthens our pride. For me personally, I would never ask. Not unless I was in a serious relationship with the girl. What’s the point in finding out you were bad, and not having a chance to redeem yourself? Fuck that! If you’re nothing more than a hit it and quit it then I’m obviously just using you for my own satisfaction from the jump. If you my girl, though. That’s a different story. Fuck these hoes, but take care of wifey.

It’s difficult to say why certain areas watch certain types of porn. Everyone has their own preferences for their own reasons and no one cause can account for all. I’ve seen some points raised about the porn habits of certain countries are due to restrictions or taboos placed on its citizens. I’ve also heard that it is a way for individuals to express thoughts and explore areas where they could not do so in everyday society. In some instances I can accept these theories, but in other instances, I cannot.
In class we heard about how much South America loves gay porn, but have some serious taboo against it. Some may argue it is because they cannot express their desires for homosexual relations; they seek it out through the internet. How else are they to learn more about whom they are and how they feel? It isn’t like such a thing is talked about over dinner. I can understand this logic; especially for this country, but what about other areas in the world? What about Peru, which is also in South America? This is a country that is openly gay and doesn’t stigmatize it as much, and they also favor gay porn as well.
I don’t think the most popular porn sites get there because they are the “forbidden fruits”; at least not all of them. I personally looked up Russia’s most popular searches and the top three were Russian, Anal, and Teen. Now I’m pretty sure these titles didn’t come up the most because Russians were so taboo in Russia. I think they just enjoy having anal sex with their teenagers.
Another area of interest is our very own Tristate area. Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey ALL have College, Milf, and Teen in their top three. Now as a college student, I can easily see why college sex and teen sex would be so popular, but I never once thought there were so many Mother Fuckers around. Other than that, it really makes me wonder. In no way do I believe college sex to be a taboo, so that can’t possibly be a reason why it tops the list. At the same time, Gay sex only makes one appearance in New York, and it’s all the way at the bottom of the list. If I’m not mistaken, homosexual relations aren’t nearly as taboo in the Tristate area now as in other areas. Could that be a reason why people don’t search for it? Are we already having plenty of gay sex to not need the internet to satiate ourselves?
It is some yummy food for thought; pondering why certain areas look up certain types of porn. I was surprised to see that Ebony porn was so popular in the south, but then again, have you seen those girls? I really wish the website could have given some information on the Caribbean porn habits. I’d love to see what kind of Jamaican/Haitian sex they’re having over there.

I couldn’t begin to tell you how long I’ve been pondering this question myself. So much money goes in to all the other countries, but what in the world are we doing for ourselves? The United States is going through some serious crisis of its own right now with the economy, education, and gun control, but where is a good chuck of our budget going? Overseas. I don’t understand it. I mean, I get the fact that, in our eyes, America is number one, and as such, it is our moral duty to take care of those less fortunate. I get that, but I feel like, because of all the money we put out, and because of all the crisis that we’re facing, that Number one spot won’t last much longer.
I’m not saying completely forget about the other countries either. It is just disgusting how the United States goes about providing its aid. One of the articles way back before the first quiz interviewed residents of Haiti and asked how they feel about receiving aid. The person being interviewed said himself that instead of just throwing money at us or giving us things we don’t need, if the United States would just ask us what we really need, then we would be happy to accept that.
I feel like the United States could save a ton of money if they just asked other countries what they needed from us and give that to them instead of sending $20,000 worth of used Nikes to farmers in a third world country. It really irritates me. But now even more after learning about how terrible some Native American reservations are. I mean, what the fuck, people? We’ve got third-world reservations literally in our own backyards. Where is their aid? Where is their care packages? Where are their $20,000 Nikes?
Are you kidding me? It’s like nobody even thinks about it. Actually, I believe that’s exactly what it is. Nobody even really knows what’s going on. You don’t see any sad commercials about starving Native American children? There’s no, donate a nickel a day to support a Native American Tribe foundation. Why is that? Where is the awareness? Where are the national organizations for Native Americans? What; are we all just expecting them to all of a sudden spawn a civil rights movement? Why would they when nobody is listening? When people are silencing them? And don’t, for a second, compare them to any other group who suffered a bad history in the United States. The African American civil rights groups were supported by White Americans. Women’s rights were supported by White Americans. The LGBT; supported by White Americans.
But it all starts with awareness. Put some damn commercials out Telecommunication majors. Start some cheesy Nickel A Day Foundation Political Science people. Hell, instead of spending so much time bringing in things from Haiti to sell, bring some Native American goods into class. I’d buy the shit out of an authentic Dream Catcher and I’d rock the hell out of some feathers and an arrowhead necklace. We gotta get that awareness out there. Somebody’s gotta know that we need help.

I personally believe Nepotism is a huge deal now. It seems like now you have to know somebody in order to get a job. It is almost a requirement of sorts. I remember just recently, last summer, I searched far and wide for a job, made follow-up calls after submitting my application and resumes, but never got a call back. While everyone I knew seemed to be finding jobs just perfectly, and they would always say, “Oh, my friend hooked me up.” Or, “yeah, my mom knows the owner.” I thought about how unfair it was that you had to know somebody in order to get a job, but then I had to take a step back for a moment and look at myself. Two years prior to last summer, I got a job at a summer program my senior year of high school, and guess what? My supervisor was a family friend, who told me to just fill out an application and she’d get me in. I worked there for two summers because of her, and the only reason why I didn’t work there last summer was because the program was no longer hiring college students.
Even now, during this school year, I applied to many places so I could work in order to pay my rent, cellphone bill, and utilities, but it wasn’t until I found a place where one of my friends was recently hired did I have any luck. It’s funny now that I think about it; I might have only gotten that job because a friend of mine worked there. Also, since I’ve been working there, some of my other friends were also hired and worked there for some time. Whenever I’d hear about one of them putting in an application, I’d tell my boss, “Yeah, I know him. He’s cool peoples.” And they’d get hired. Most of my other co-workers all seem to have a friend, or a cousin working there as well, so it makes me wonder, how much power does nepotism really have and if it’s a good thing or not?
I appreciate the fact that as long as I know somebody, I’ll always be able to get my foot in the door, but at the same time, I still don’t think that it’s fair. Especially if somebody who was even more qualified than I applied for the job, but got turned down because I already had the spot. I don’t think it’s a good thing to be almost guaranteed a job just because you know somebody. If it’s that easy, then why actually try to be good at what you’re applying for? I could be a shitty cook, but just because my cousin knows a chef, I could get a job at a restaurant over somebody who actually likes to cook as a hobby, but was unfortunate enough not to have connections like I do.

I think this is a good question. There are a lot of subjects that are taboo to talk about and it’s crazy how it becomes so normal that you never think much of it. For guys especially, talking about deep emotions like love, fear, and sadness can feel so wrong, but why? I feel like, as guys, we can express anger, but not hurt or sadness, because it can be interpreted as weakness, and showing weakness is something that men are taught from a young age isn’t appropriate. If a little girl falls off a swing and cries, the general reaction would be to cuddle her, tell her it’ll be okay. If a little boy fall out of a tree and cries, the general reaction would be to tell him to “suck it up” or “be a man”. Guys are taught from early on that big boys don’t cry. We see it in our peers that it’s okay to fight it out and be angry when we’re hurt, but that’s as far as it goes. Getting emotional is just as bad as crying, so our emotions behind our anger are easily looked over. Nobody wants to hear how we might feel hurt emotionally about life situations or what’s going on inside. Fighting, being violent, or volatile is usually the only way we can express the hurt and weakness inside so people can understand how we feel, but it isn’t that simple, is it?
Even when we grow up and mature, the world expects us to get our anger in check, but it isn’t so easy for us to just change how we’ve been conditioned to respond to emotions. It has been, for guys, so taboo to talk about feelings, that we forget they’re apart of us. Not only does it become hard for us to acknowledge our own feelings, but even harder to acknowledge the feelings of others. If it is so taboo for men to express themselves, how is it that they are expected to understand others? Men barely know what it looks like in themselves, so when they see it on the face of someone else, how are they to recognize it? And so this taboo for men to express themselves emotionally leads to so many problems both for themselves and for others around them. It is easy to see why guys can appear rough and uncaring as well as untrusting or unwilling to open up. It isn’t as easy for men as it is for others.
Taboos are everywhere and effect everyone differently. It is amazing how something so simple as talking about how you naturally feel can be so difficult; so taboo, that it causes issues for everybody.

I think the fear of death has indeed altered my view of reality, but luckily I’ve faced this fear a long time ago in middle school, and this conversation hasn’t really changed my way of thinking at all. Number one, we’re all going to die. You can be the greatest man alive; one step below God even, but you’re still going to die. To fear something as natural as death would be like fearing to breathe, or to live in the first place. Let me first differentiate the fear of death and the fear of dying. Death is a passive state and the fear of death is mostly the fear of the unknown. Dying, on the other hand, is physical. The fear of dying is more subjective: Being afraid of getting eaten, drowning, or being shot. They are two different subjects, both of which excite a natural fear response. Now I used to be afraid of death, as all life naturally is, and I probably am still a little afraid, but I do not allow that fear to hold me back. As I said before, death is just as natural as life and nothing more than the fear of the unknown. Number two, you can never be sure what’ll happen after death and even though that is a scary thought, it is also an adventure. So what if it’s an endless vid of nothingness? If you don’t have a conscious, you won’t even realize it. Think about when you go to sleep. Hours pass by in what seems like an instant and you wake up the next morning vaguely even remembering when you fell asleep let alone the experience. What if death is the same way? You don’t even realize you’re dead and an eternity passes by without any feeling. You never know; you might wake up to Sam in a lab coat asking you if you saw the smiley face he drew for you in the other room. Number three, I’m the type of person to face fear and uncertainty head on with nothing held back. If somebody tried to rob a store I’m in, I’d be the guy to rush him and try to fight back. If I get shot and die, at least I died my way instead of cowering in fear. Even better, if I win the fight… that’s a whole different story. I’m not too worried about death or dying. I want to live and protect the people I care about, yeah, but as long as I don’t commit suicide, I’m sure they’d be able to understand. The forth reason is a very personal one for me, but to put it simply, I’m tired. With death comes no more drama, no more classes, no school loans to pay back. It’ll be an eternal rest for my body, and let me tell you, my body loves to rest. No more stress or worries or anything. You may ask me if I’ll miss the good things, but sometimes it hurts when you receive good things only to know that at any moment they can be ripped away from you. That’s pretty heavy. So yeah, my fear of death, or lack there of, pretty much allows me to go through life without such a terrifying force weighing me down. Now I’m not going to go running through traffic or jumping off buildings. I may not be afraid of death, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to welcome it with open arms either.

Real talk: I’d probably laugh at first. I don’t practice Atheism, nor am I one of those obnoxiously religious people either; the types that want to pump God and Jesus directly into our brains. I’d love to see their reactions to this life-altering news. I don’t think I’d have a problem with what the newspapers and television was saying. I’d still treat religion the same way I treat it now. I believe more in values and morals rather than a God, but I never knock the possibility of a God. I don’t waste my time praying for miracles or for strength in a tough situation since there are so many others who fully devote themselves to a God that need him much more. I would rather he help those who need it the most since, if he (or she) does exist, he’s already given me enough strength to stand on my own.
I’m not a blasphemous heathen either. I’ll offer thanks for my life and the good things I have, whether I’m talking to a God or just talking to myself. When good things are given to me I offer gratitude whether it’s a classmate lending me a pen or life blessing me with a loving and supporting family. I’m happy with my life and I give thanks not by participating in church where most of the people there dress up like it’s the VH1 Gospel Awards and judge you for coming in your “common rags”. I give thanks by literally saying “thank you” to the sky; by lending out a pen or two to somebody else when I’m able. What I take away from religion, mainstream religion anyway, is that if you do good things, good will come to you in this life and the next.
I don’t need God or a church to constantly remind me not to steal or kill or burn down the Shields Building whenever they send me a bill. At the same time, though, I’m not going to hold myself back from swearing or having premarital sex either. Life is life and I’m going to enjoy it, because I don’t know what’s going to happen after its all over. However, I’m not going to be reckless about it and do every unspeakable thing against God I can think of because one: those consequences will affect me immediately in this life and two: I’m not really sure what could happen to me after this life is over.
So if I woke up tomorrow and the media claimed they found that there is no God, yes, I’d laugh. I would probably feel sorry for those who are extremely devout at first, but then I would come to the realization that it doesn’t really matter if there is a God or not. It’s all about believing in doing good and being a good person, and at the same time, enjoying the life that you have because you can never be sure what’s waiting on the other side. I would love to believe there is an ultimate reward waiting me after all the bullshit I’ve done throughout my life, but even if there wasn’t, that wouldn’t change who I was. If you really think about it, all those people who worship God just to get into Heaven, you have to wonder, are they really good people, or are they just pretending so they can fulfill their selfish desires?
I’m just gonna chill and do me, because if there really is a God waiting for me on the other side, me and him are gonna have a nice long laugh about all the bullshit he put me through, and then I’d thank him for all he provided me with so I could make the most of it and still enjoy the life that I had.

Where to begin? As the person above me stated, when I think of Slavery, I think of my ancestors farming the lands, picking cotton, and the inhuman conditions they were forced to live through. At the same time, I think of it as something that has been abolished; something that no longer exists. I know very well, however, that slavery does still exist in other parts of the world. Maybe not America, although I wouldn’t say that with a hundred percent certainty, but other places in the world do indeed support slavery. If that isn’t disgusting enough, it’s my money and my needs as a consumer that drives this unjust and inhumane way of living. Hell, at this very moment while I’m typing on my Toshiba laptop, I can’t help but wonder if I’m promoting slavery right this moment by owning it. When I think about it that way, how much of the things I use in my daily life are a product of slave labor? My cellphone? My clothes? It could be anything and everything.
But what can I do?
I can ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist, but what would that solve? Slavery would still be going on and I would still be fueling it with the dollars I spend. Plus no matter how much I try to pretend it doesn’t exist, subconsciously I will always know.
I can try to not purchase anything made from slave labor, but how do I find out what is what? Do I not purchase anything made out of the country, which seems to be a large majority of everyday items and necessities? It could be possible; only by American-made goods and keep my shopping domestic, but what about the things I already have? It’d be wasteful to just throw it away. I would feel terrible, even if I were a slave, to work so hard on something just for it to be thrown away like trash. I could sell them and try to get some of my money back, but then I’d be profiting off of slave labor, which sounds a lot worse than being an ignorant consumer.
Even if I were to find a solution to my personal problem, the fact of the matter is that this would still be a public issue. I feel like no matter what I’d still turn up short, but I suppose siting around doing nothing won’t solve the issue either since I am only one person. Just by being one person, there probably isn’t much I really can do.
Spreading awareness might be the best option I could choose. There isn’t much one person can do. My couple of dollars isn’t going to bring down an entire empire. They wouldn’t even notice the difference. However, by spreading awareness and making these feelings a public issue, it may be possible to gain the support of others so that, collectively, we can make a choice to stop funding slavery around the world and solve a global issue that very few even know about.

When dude asked who could see themselves entering into the military, I raised my hand not because I had plans to enter the military, but because, in my mind, if I have to serve for my country then I’m just going to have too. At the same time, I’m not trying to fly to somebody else’s country and fight there. If I had to join the army, I’d like to stay on American soil and defend instead of attack. That’s just how I am. I don’t exactly agree with him, however, when he said that those who wouldn’t join want others to fight for them and protect them. If somebody doesn’t want to fight they shouldn't be forced or persuaded to. They shouldn’t be intimidated and undermined because of their personal beliefs or feelings. Personally, even though I know I would join the military if I had too, I wouldn't want too. I don’t see myself ever wanting to. Others probably feel the same whether they raised their hand or not. Maybe that could be another reason why so many said they wouldn’t join the military; because they wouldn't want to. However, I’m sure if they had to, they would.

I don’t enjoy fighting, nor do I enjoy war, but I support my country. I may not support why we’re fighting in this war, but I support those who are doing the fighting. I would hope that I never have to go to war myself. The thought of taking another human life is one that sits heavy with me, but I do know that if I have to then I will. I know that if I have no problem defending the people I love and care about whenever I need to, then I know I would not hesitate to defend the country I love and care about either. So yes, if he asked his questions again, I would definitely say I would fight, but only if I had to, and only to defend the country I love, but if I were asked to leave and go attack “the enemy” on foreign soil, I would do everything in my power to resist because that is just not who I am. I am sure a lot of my peers feel the same way, which is why they said they refused to join the service. I can understand that because I would also refuse to attack someone else’s home.

I don’t judge or think less of anyone who did not wish to go to war or join the military. Maybe some people really would rather someone else fight for them. Who wouldn't? But I know the majority just wouldn't willingly choose to fight unless absolutely necessary and, let’s face it; I don’t think anyone is bold enough to try and invade American soil. I think I speak for a lot of people when I say you wouldn't even need to sign me up for the military. Just give me a gun and tell me who to shoot. So until that day comes, I, and many others, don’t see myself actively signing up to invade and attack any other countries. Especially not over resources that don’t even belong to us.