My feelings on writing the last of our sextology of posts (no giggling you there in the back) are mixed. When first given this assignment, I have to admit I was ridiculously excited. I’d always wanted to write a blog, and I knew this would be the push I needed to at least try my hand at the thing. It wasn’t a complete surprise when I loved it, and just further confirmed that I’ve found myself just the right degree.
Many issues we broached, I had already thought about; the effect of the media, media ownership, the truths and deceptions behind and image… but even those I found myself exploring in far greater detail. Those I hadn’t considered, like the effect of the public sphere, were an adventure into the unknown, a chance to consider something new and different.
Today, I find myself humbled. Unbeknownst to me (for who ever realises they’re a bigot, really?) I had a rather dismal view of my generation and our self awareness. I find myself surprised,very pleasantly so, by the depth of thought, debate and understanding I’ve found reading the blogs of my fellow BCMers. Instead of the ignorant, beer-swilling, shit talking juveniles I secretly expected, I found thoughtful, beer-swilling, shit talking adults who know what they’re talking about, have a series interest in our society and the world, and could certainly teach me a thing or two.
To close, though I hope I may post here in the future, I’m indebted to both our lecturer, the lovely Sue, and my Tutor, the ineffable Marion, for widening my horizons, and to you, my fellow classmates, for showing me what an arrogant, ignorant sod I was.