The Real World: Estevan I love The Real World-New Orleans. It's the kind of TV that has no point, no plot, and is generally driven by chaos. It's addictive getting to watch eight strangers live in a house together and try to survive in a big city. So, in my own unique spin on the idea , I propose Estevan host a season of "The Real World." We'll need to bring eight young people in from Canada's larger centres and move them into a house in Estevan in the middle of winter, where they will have to work through their inner Starbucks-dependent demons, and get used to that fact that when the city ends, the wheat and canola fields begin. I spent all of last year living in St. Louis, Missouri, and many of the students I met wouldn't survive without their tri-level shopping malls and fast-food Italian restaurants. Sounds like quality entertainment to me!We would need a newly rehabilitated drug addict, completely unprepared to face the drug-infested environment that (unfortunately) is Estevan. He will have to deal with his addiction, and the show will feature many heartfelt confessions wherein he describes his pain. Of course, editors of the show will make sure to make it look like people are doing lines of coke on the floors of the Co-op, making the audiences' hearts bleed with pity. Oh, the magic of television.As with every season of "The Real World," we will need a member of a Canadian minority. This year will feature a French woman, straight from the streets of Montreal. Her English will be poor, and most of her speech will need to be explained through subtitles. She will have to deal with much prejudice from both her housemates and the community of Estevan. Have no fear though, as thick-headed people are always won over on TV, leaving viewers with fuzzy, warm feelings. Here's to understanding!As with all great reality TV, there needs to be a pair of anti-relationshippers who will inevitably find each other, confess their love, and spend many hours in confessional holding hands and drunkenly telling each other they're "hot," or "important."The other cast members need to be either 1) homosexual, 2) crazily rich, 3) have a scary ex-boyfriend/girlfriend who threatens to appear, or 4) swear a lot when discussing his/her many opinions.The cast will be required to work odd-jobs around town, allowing them to mingle with the community and get used to the pace of Prairie life. Some days they'll be helping out at an oil company, some days helping a farmer with his cattle, and other days socializing with the many visitors at the Estevan Shoppers Mall.Will they survive Estevan and the ways of the Prairies? Or will the - 45C weather and booming nightlife send them packing? Tune in to find out! More FacebookBack to hatin' on profile pics. I know that personally, when I post a profile pic, I post one in which I look reasonable good, or one that's funny enough that I still like it. I don't put those that get me from a bad angle, or in which I just look terrible. I like to think that everyone feels the same way.So, when I see profile pictures with comments from friends that say, "Awe, you look so cute," I nod my head in agreement and move right along. However, when the picture's subject replies with, "Thanks girl. You're cuter though. You put me to shame." I want to smash my head against the wall.Why can't people just accept a compliment? "You look cute." "Thanks :)" Done. Finished. Life moves on. But no, people have to dwell, and in the aforementioned conversation, the original commenter will always reply with, "Heck no, I look like a dog compared to you." And so on. Eternally.This scenerio brings me back to a life lesson I learned back in Pleasantdale, when my teachers would motivate my class with SCAMOs. During a class about behaviour, a lecture I'm sure we'd earned, we were taught that answering a compliment with a compliment seems insincere and cheesy. Compliments are meant to be appreciated, and people generally don't go around throwing them out just to see if they can get a dozen half-hearted ones in return.The moral of the story, kids, is that if someone says something nice to you, either on Facebook or in real-life, just say thanks. Don't bust out a comment about how chubby your eyelids look, and that they took up all the prettiness in the world and left none for you. Just take the compliment. You're welcome.
