Warped Narrative: Assignment 4

Jordyn looked up from the pile of brightly coloured tops that she had been sorting through for the better part of the last 10 minutes with a look that clearly showed just how annoyed she felt.  "What, Alexa?", she asked in a tone of pure frustration.  "You've been standing there trying to get my attention for forever!"
Alexa tried to formulate a sentence with much difficulty, and then stopped.  She came closer to Jordyn and whispered in her ear in a breathless voice, "Look to your right! No, your other right!  Next to the grey shirt with the big rose on it.. its MILEY CYRUS!"
Jordyn's mouth dropped.  A real live celebrity in Detroit, Michigan just doing some shopping?  It was all just too much for Jordyn.  She quickly tried to snap a few pictures as evidence, but her cell phone's camera produced an image too grainy to be real proof of her amazing luck.  She quickly tried to exit the store to find her mom to share her excitement.  She fought through the growing crowd, which seemed to swirl around her, swallowing her the way an explorer that has fallen into a pit of quicksand will be swallowed as he fights to escape in inevitable fate.

Jordyn burst through the entrance and ran to her mom.
"I did it! I passed!"Her mother rose and quickly hugged her excited daughter.
"Congrats! I knew you would!"
Jordyn led her mom to the long line to exchange her successful test paper with a license that proved her competency on the road, all the while chattering excitedly.  As she waited for her turn, she recounted every last moment of her past 10 minutes in vivid detail.  Her story was told with more detail and suspense than a tabloid documenting a prisoner awaiting his trial to decide whether or not he would be awarded capital punishment.  Her mother smiled blankly back at her as she waited for Jordyn to finish her story so that they could both get on with the rest of their lives.  As they walked into the parking lot, Jordyn asked the inevitable question.
"Can I drive?"
Her mother had no excuse to deny her, so Jordyn climbed into the front seat.  She dropped the keys under the steering wheel in her excitement, and bent her head to retrieve them.  As she went to straighten herself, she hit the top of her head and everything, for just a second, went black.

Jordyn rapidly blinked to clear her eyes of the flashes of light that had just dotted her vision.
"What was that?"
"Just the cable going out.  Guess that means movie night is cancelled."
"Well, we could probably just rent a movie from Blockbuster and watch that instead?"
Instead of a response, her friends quickly jumped to their feet and sprinted to the driveway.  Once outside, the non-driving majority instantly seperated into two groups and got into their respective cars.
"First one there wins!"
The cry came from deep inside the first car, a small and red vehicle, whose age had begun to show.  The car roared as it took off down the street, its faulty brakes screeching in protest.  From down the street you could hear voices calling out to speed up, although a single voice stood out from the rest that did not sound as convincingly eager.  You might even have said that it sounded scared, as if its owner was not in total enjoyment of the situation at hand.
That was I.  I was that owner of that voice.
As the red car cut the corner, the other car seemingly appeared out of nowhere, approaching off of a hidden side street.  The two cars raced down a long stretch of road, neither quite winning, neither quite losing.  But, as the cars neared the end of the street, the black vehicle took the lead with a quick burst of speed.  The lone stop sign seemed to leer closer and closer until the car in the lead was suddenly upon it, with the red car in hot pursuit.  The red car hovered dangerously close, sure that its leader would not be one to actually obey the rules of the road, until disasterously, the red brake lights flashed, horrifically close to the car immediately behind it.  The driver slammed his brakes to the floor, but it proved to not be enough as the red car continued moving at top speed into the back of the immobile car in front of it.  As the black car was jolted forward, the passengers of the red car were catapulted through the windshield with an unparalleled force.  As the passengers hit the rough concrete, their seatbelts dangled uselessly in the light summer's breeze.

"I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over.  Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center."
-KV

Vonnegut is clearly unable to live a life understood by society, whether it be conservatively career and family-based or even the uncommon but still recognizeable bohemian lifestyle.  In the more recent years of human existence, people have been conditioned to believe that life is improper if it is without clearly defined boundaries.  Vonnegut is an outsider in society because he possesses the rare quality of being undefined.  Vonnegut is neither a working man or a starving artist, he resides in the gray area that scares away so many due to its lack of restrictions.
This theory transfers over to more than just one's career.  In the above mentioned quotation, Vonnegut is referring to the most valuable quality he has, that he shares with many other creative minds: his imagination.  This quotation can be used as evidence that Vonnegut has a fear for labels.  By staying in the varying shades of gray and not within limits, Vonnegut is able to live without labels and without expectations.  Without these expectations, Vonnegut is able to observe truth freely.  Without labels, Vonnegut seems to suggest one is free to satisfy any curiousity.  Without labels, people are able to truly be who they are want to be without anything else telling them how to behave.

Censorship in the Media!

The following is a link to a series of commericials aired in Canada warning about workplace safety that were eventually banned due to "disturbing" content.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwCyVku1HvI

The commericals were taken off the air due to public outcry by parents that were complaining of their children having nightmares after viewing the series.

This censorship is yet another attempt by society to control the world around us and to over-protect children, mainly by creating a fictitious world in which there is no such thing as hurt or suffering.  Whether it is a novel or a commercial being censored, the intention for censorship is still the same.  Censorship aims to restrict or hide the ideas intended to be shared with an audience.  Once aware of this, one cannot help but wonder why the censorship was even needed.
Novels in particular have a long list of controversial and resultantly censored titles.  Novels are always at risk for censorship due to the unique ideas they contain, which could cause a strong emotion.  Censorship that aims to inhibit strong emotions is an attempt by society to keep people from feeling too strongly, to keep people pacified so that they will not rebel.  Much like the censorship in the media as mentioned above, censorship in literature proves the goal to keep the majority simple-minded, to prevent ideas whose deviance is too threatening and may provoke unwanted intelligence.
Censorship aims to keep the majority thinking a certain way, because this allows society to be easier to be controlled.  When everyone thinks the same way, one does not have to fear rebellion, especially when one is also in control of these thoughts that are shared.  Censorship really aims to control society's minds, by limiting the extent to which creative thinking is possible.  Censorship controls not only what you know, but also, how you think.