Mr. Reisner's approach to the various topics in Multi-Ethnic is very different from any other professor at Florida International University. Reporting in a multiethnic community class requires that you have an open mind and that you don't get offended by anything that is said. Professor Reisner dares to say and ask things that no one would say publicly and that in retrospect opens the door to a sea of discussions.
The class explores the many different stereotypes created by our own generations and society itself. I can't help emphasize on how much this makes a class interesting. Everyone openly discussing what they hear or think without anyone getting offended. What's most enjoyable is that you get to hear the different views from the different cultures. It helps us better understand the people around us. Everyone at some point has experienced the stereotypes we talk about making it easy for us to discuss. The class is also interesting because of the experience we have to go through. Putting ourselves in an unfamiliar environment that makes us uncomfortable and writing/talking about it. It's challenging because who wants to be somewhere that makes us uncomfortable hence giving us something to experience, write and talk about.
I think this is a good class for any reporter to take. It helps open your mind and explore the thoughts that go on in your head out loud.
If there was one thing I could change about the class would be to challenge us more. Reisner did some test's at the beginning of the semester to help us see what our stereotypes were and I thought that was interesting. To see everyone's result and discuss it was interesting. Something I would have liked to have seen more of. .
Overall I think the class is great. Thank you for this experience.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
JESUS was my savior
I found myself sitting at the bar again Thursday night at Cozmos sipping on glass of house pinot grigio. There were two girls in the bar dancing with the male entertainers as they giggled and placed money around the dancer's tighty whiteys. Across the room where small groups of 3 or 4 male dancers who shamelessly showed off their ASSets while chatting away with customers . The music was loud but not loud enough to draw in a crowd. I'd be able to find my pet gerbil if I ever lost it of how dead the place was. I was quite entertained as I got to see the effect of alcohol on people as the night progressed- my idea of reality t.v.
I noticed a tall man staring at me. I was drawn to him only because of how dark and mysterious he seemed. I turned to Kev the bartender and asked him for a refill. As I started to sip a voice whispers "Do you have JESUS in your life?" Startled at first I said "No. No I don't. I'm not really religious. I mean I believe that there is something greater, I just don't know what." He gave me a wicked smile and said "Well, I am Jesus and I am your savior." I laughed and looked at him oddly. He took my hand, kissed it and introduced himself as Jesus, my savior.
"What is such a pretty girl like yourself doing at a gay bar by herself? Are you really going to sit here alone?" he asked. "Well... yea. Is there something wrong with sitting by yourself?" I responded. "No. But your just too damn pretty to be here alone. Come on sit with me. I'm here with my cousin and a girlfriend," he said with an inviting smile.
I was a little unsure of his sexual preference or if this invitation would end with embarrassing tagged pictures on Facebook, but I accepted regardless.This is how I met Jesus and how our friendship blossomed.
Jesus and I exchanged numbers and since then text at least twice a week. Since I met him at Cozmos we've gone out twice and I have visited his apartment once.
Jesus is tall; probably between 6'2 or 6'3. He has the silhouette of a football player but looks cuddly like a teddy. His shaggy brunette hair hides most of his forehead. You can barely see his eyes when he smiles cause his cheeks are so big. He credits Martha Stewart for all of his cooking and Prada for giving him fashionable taste.
He is 28 years old and a nursing student at Miami-Dade College. He was a dancer for the Miami City Ballet and worked there for five years before he left to New York three years ago. "I left to New york cause it's something I always wanted. While over there, I found love. But it didn't find me. I'm use to it. Usually the men I like aren't gay," he said. It then dawned on me that there was a broken heart in the room.
Jesus admitted to liking only straight men. He says he can't stand the flamboyancy of gay men."I like men because they're masculine. How does it make any sense for me to like a gay man? I might as well be straight and love you!" he said. I was baffled. I had never met anyone who was gay and liked straight people. But according to Jesus there are a lot more gay straight men out there than we'd like to believe. "I have been with numerous men and just because there's a beautiful woman in his arms doesn't mean he's not going to sleep with a man at night" he said.
He then asked me "Do you have Jesus in your life?" and winked. I laughed. "Yes, I have A Jesus in my life." He then leaned over to me and hugged me.
I noticed a tall man staring at me. I was drawn to him only because of how dark and mysterious he seemed. I turned to Kev the bartender and asked him for a refill. As I started to sip a voice whispers "Do you have JESUS in your life?" Startled at first I said "No. No I don't. I'm not really religious. I mean I believe that there is something greater, I just don't know what." He gave me a wicked smile and said "Well, I am Jesus and I am your savior." I laughed and looked at him oddly. He took my hand, kissed it and introduced himself as Jesus, my savior.
"What is such a pretty girl like yourself doing at a gay bar by herself? Are you really going to sit here alone?" he asked. "Well... yea. Is there something wrong with sitting by yourself?" I responded. "No. But your just too damn pretty to be here alone. Come on sit with me. I'm here with my cousin and a girlfriend," he said with an inviting smile.
I was a little unsure of his sexual preference or if this invitation would end with embarrassing tagged pictures on Facebook, but I accepted regardless.This is how I met Jesus and how our friendship blossomed.
Jesus and I exchanged numbers and since then text at least twice a week. Since I met him at Cozmos we've gone out twice and I have visited his apartment once.
Jesus is tall; probably between 6'2 or 6'3. He has the silhouette of a football player but looks cuddly like a teddy. His shaggy brunette hair hides most of his forehead. You can barely see his eyes when he smiles cause his cheeks are so big. He credits Martha Stewart for all of his cooking and Prada for giving him fashionable taste.
He is 28 years old and a nursing student at Miami-Dade College. He was a dancer for the Miami City Ballet and worked there for five years before he left to New York three years ago. "I left to New york cause it's something I always wanted. While over there, I found love. But it didn't find me. I'm use to it. Usually the men I like aren't gay," he said. It then dawned on me that there was a broken heart in the room.
Jesus admitted to liking only straight men. He says he can't stand the flamboyancy of gay men."I like men because they're masculine. How does it make any sense for me to like a gay man? I might as well be straight and love you!" he said. I was baffled. I had never met anyone who was gay and liked straight people. But according to Jesus there are a lot more gay straight men out there than we'd like to believe. "I have been with numerous men and just because there's a beautiful woman in his arms doesn't mean he's not going to sleep with a man at night" he said.
He then asked me "Do you have Jesus in your life?" and winked. I laughed. "Yes, I have A Jesus in my life." He then leaned over to me and hugged me.
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