Female Objectification

I am writing a great deal. Do you know why? Would you like to? Well, you're watching my words, so I'll assume you do.

I am writing because I am bored. Again. Chemical engineering is a death trap for the inquisitive mind. At least the undergrad sector of it. Is that not ironic? That a science course primarily based on experimentation and research can be so dull. Maybe it is just me. It is quite possible.

Observations of the other humans:

It would be nice if we lived in a world where humans would stop referring to each other like pieces of meat. Maybe this goes towards my gender than anything else. People are people, not bodies (though some mind seem deviod of a mind) they still deserve to be treated with respect, at least some. Is it vulgar organic materialism, I dunno.

Example:

Went to a mexican restaurant with some friends. We had a very attractive waitress, to whom my friends attempted to flirt very heavily. I will admit she was pretty, but my defining characteristics of the lass went far beyond her buxom anatomy. She was left handed, had moderately good diction and grammar with a remarkably neutral accent, though it had undertones of Tennessee/Kentucky/Northern North Carolina. No doubt my friends did not recognize these traits and instead opted to discuss here more obvious features, often resulting in awkward run in with said waitress when she walked in on their conversations.

What to make of this? She deserves more respect than .

It is a shame that we live in a world where we not only profile, but we view each other as objects. Mulvey and Cixous (and Freud) could step in here I know, but lets go with Milton. Pleasure of the body is only one half of the equation. It is difficult to have a conversation with an object.

I know this isn't the most thought provoking. I don't offer theories on why this objectification occurs. Maybe because our society doesn't place as much emphasis on talking as it once did. A good conversation is not a myth. They can happen. People do read good books and watch good movies and maybe even listen to good music--granted not in a disney movie kind of way. Organic materialism I will call it...male ownership model, envy, castration anxiety...I do not know that that is the solution to the question, but it may have something to do with it. College lifestyle doesn't help either.

Drives me crazy is all