It's been brought to my attention that my blog is oftentimes repetitve, so in light of that comment/judgement, I'm taking a different route today.
The gossip has been awfully weak as of late. My guess is that I read it so much that it's losing its potency. So today I made my way over to the BBC news page. I usually don't read much news (although I should); however de temps un temps I'll pick up a copy of the Economist or spend my lunch browsing the New York Times, but it hardly stems past that. I had an infectious yearning for real news on this "toxic tuesday," and this is what I found:
Lebanon condemns Israel 'madness' (click here)
Lebanon evacuation gathers pace (click here)
I knew things were going on the other side of the world. But today I actually began to think about it, and try to place myself in that situation. The thought of living in constant fear and chaos was alarming. I've never experienced things like that (bombings, shootings, panic) and I'm sure you haven't either. We live a very sheltered and calm life for the most part.
I saw a photo on the cover of the Times (about 5 individuals were gathered against a stone wall screaming and crying) that left me feeling guilty. I sit in front of my computer everyday gawking over what LaLohan wears, who's dating whom, what's hot and what's not. And while I have no intention to give up the gossip (it's fun and light-hearted, but I will read it less), I think I need to keep reminding myself that in the grand scheme of things someone carrying last season's Balenciaga bag doesn't amount to much when people are uprooted from their homes, leave behind their families, go to work and wonder whether their bus will be bombed today is a real issue.
Sometimes watching the news doesn't make war real. Sometimes reading the paper doesn't make it real. Even photos of explosions don't always convey the realism of terror and uproar. But I've found that the stories and faces of the people in the midst of the situation makes it more real than I could ever imagine. It also makes my own selffish come to the fore front in a way that I'm not prepared to deal with. So, as I sit here plugged into my computer, with my lunch from Whole Foods and my cell phone buzzing Michael Jackson and my ipod (whose battery is slowing dying) plugged into my ears, I'm still feeling horribly disconnected.
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