I still remember the date. March 11, 2001. This was the day I saw one of my favorite bands, The Calling, live in concert. I was so excited to see them, especially their guitarist Sean Woolstenhulme, who I sort of had a crush on (and today, still admire just as a musician, I swear).

“They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo/You could see you, you can’t squeeze me/I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy/I got reasons why I tease ’em/Boys just come and go like seasons.” These words, from pop artist Fergie, are among those on the lips of today’s youth and constantly streaming through the radio; words of frivolity are reflecting a lifestyle of ease, but what about the lifestyles of those serving our country? The number of deaths that resulted from the senseless violence in Vietnam is 58,148, according to a History Channel affiliated website, and according to a liberal politics website, as of March 1 of this year 3,205 American soldiers have been killed and 24,042 have been seriously wounded in the War on Iraq.

Four women are now presidents of Ivy League universities, yet there are still pop princesses who insist on flashing the world and others who claim women are less capable of succeeding in math and science.

The recent selection of Drew Gilpin Faust as the first female present of Harvard University suggests that women today are asserting in business and education.

After a long day of classes or work, when the last thing you want to do is homework, you sign on to Facebook.com. Simply type in a user name and password and the world of Facebook.com unfolds, and you’re immediately informed of who wrote on whose wall, who added new photos, who is attending what event, and much more.

It is exactly 5:42 p.m. on a Wednesday night and I have anxiously been awaiting the next episode of “America’s Next Top Model” (followed by the “PCD Search” and the ever-popular “Real World”). Why? I haven’t the slightest clue, except that for some reason, I have become fixated on reality television.