In light of Trump’s attempt today to go after Michelle (REALLY, Donny?
You wanna go there? Wait a minute, let me make some popcorn and get a
basin for your bloodletting) this is a lovely, and important article
about a lovely and important outfit woman.
Michelle Obama’s dress was made of chainmail — metal armor,
essentially. And that speaks volumes about the type of message she
wanted to send.
The gown was symbolic of female strength
— a testament to the resiliency of a woman willing to fight for her
beliefs and protect herself from bullies that might come along the way.
I really hope this dress ends up in the American History Museum (for the first lady dresses display) because I really REALLY want a good look at this gorgeous dress, holy moly!!
did the aliens from star wars just enjoy that band in the cantina playing the exact same fucking song over and over again or was it a situation like that diner with Whats New Pussycat on repeat
considering that han solo was in that cantina, I think we all know the answer
and then when i was about to request the song for the seventh time, my buddy chewbacca, genius that he is, stopped me and said “rrrRrrrghghghhHh”. and that is when the afternoon went from good to great.
…I kind of feel like Jack Chick and Chuck Tingle define the opposite ends of a spectrum of surreal earnestness, existing in some uncanny valley adjacent to poe’s law. Which probably sounds like word salad, but it makes sense in my head, so.
For the record, if you’re out walking and you see a depression in the ground where the grass is brighter green and there’s lots of clovers, azaleas and other nitrogen-fixing plants,
KEEP WALKING.
It could be a body dump.
…I really expected this to be about the dangers of walking into a faerie ring and being offered food by faw folk and foolishly accepting, leaving you trapped in faerieland forever for having cosumed the offerings of a host, a warning that I was given as a child (and nobody I go to school with was, those kids are gonna end up in some troublel.
There is a certain booth in a certain Denny’s haunted by the ghost of Andy Jones. His tortured soul remains barred from the afterlife lest he settle his unfinished business, an unfinished glass of Fanta. At certain times of night you can hear him. “sip”…”sip”…”sip”. But like Sisyphus and his boulder, every time Andy’s Fanta nears the bottom of the glass, a server comes by to top him off. Always tending to the refills. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. Trapping him forever in this ether between the realms of the living and the dead.
this is both just this website’s level of surrealist humor and a great advertisement for the attentiveness of denny’s wait staff on giving free refills and I frankly dont know how to handle it
Denny’s tumblr is the only corporate one to actually blend in and successfully create shit posts
We’ve been taught that women need to be flawless even when our flawlessness is wildly implausible, sexy even when our sexiness is a break from plot. We’re sprinting through Jurassic Park in heels, fighting supervillains in strapless corsets, being stranded on deserted islands for days without a hint of stubble. Real female bodies are so taboo that hair-removal-cream ads show hairless legs even before the cream is applied…
So, for every teen girl leaning into her bedroom mirror, wondering why she doesn’t look like a celebrity: Please know that nobody wakes up like this. Not me. Not any other actress. (Not even Beyoncé. I swear.)
Here’s the real deal: Before each public appearance, I spend 90 minutes in a makeup chair. Three to six people work on my hair and makeup, while a professional touches up my nails. My eyebrows are tweezed and threaded every week. There’s concealer on parts of my body that I could never have predicted would need concealing.
I’m up at 6am every day and at the gym by 7:30. I exercise for 90 minutes and, some evenings, again before bed. It’s someone’s full-time job to decide what I can and cannot eat. There are more ingredients in my face packs than in my food. There’s a team dedicated to finding me flattering outfits.
After all that, if I’m still not “flawless” enough, there are generous servings of Photoshop.
I’ve said it before, and I will keep saying it: It takes an army, a lot of money, and an incredible amount of time to make a female celebrity look the way she does when you see her. It isn’t realistic, and it isn’t anything to aspire to.
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- I Didn’t Wake Up Like This | Bollywood actress Sonam Kapoor writes about her struggle with body image and the way media sets unhealthy and impossible standards for women–even the ones who are the standard. (via stay-human)
Ben & Jerry Launch Flavor Against Racism and Injustice. The ice cream brand’s new Empower Mint gives a portion of its proceeds to support the NAACP NC.
HELL YEAH
They did it brah
Now I know exactly what flavor to buy
if i consumed sugar, this would be exactly what I’d be buying.
I miss ice cream…
I have actually bought a few pints of this before I knew what it was for, and I will keep buying it as long as I can get my hands on it. If you can have mint ice cream and brownies, go pick it up. It is delicious.
Today on the “Let’s find the big thing in a small form and cry about it into the void: Leverage edition” show:
The exchange from The Three strikes Job. Everybody: *argues that Eliot is too invested in baseball and his fame* Eliot, in absolute delight: They named a sandwich after me! Hardison, after millisecond of consideration: …okay, that’s actually awesome. Congrats, man. Eliot: *beams, initiates fust bump/ secret handshake*
And this, this is Hardison in a nutshell. I’m pretty sure that Hardison is not emotionally invested in sandwiches. But he knows by that point, that Eliot is infatuated with food. So Hardison is congratulating him, since for Eliot it’s a big deal.
Hardison is so willing to work with other people’s worldview, he accepts it and works around it. Like, he will scream in outrage if someone likes animated Yoda, but he’ll accepts what’s really important.
And usually we can see it with Parker (no-stabbing Wednesdays!), because her vision of the reality is so, well, unique.
But Hardison does it with Eliot too, and so easily.
Ever since the first debate between Hillary and Trump, many have remarked on the “ugliness” of this election season. It sounds so nice and bipartisan to call them both clowns and loftily pronounce yourself to be above the fray, but this is flagrant false equivalence. While I haven’t always agreed with Hillary on everything, relative to Trump she’s been a model candidate.
It’s worth noting that throughout history, people have said women can’t be president because they are too emotional, but Hillary has admirably demonstrated how a female candidate can have much greater self-control than her male opponent.
Trump brags about assaulting women, and a dozen women step forward to say, "Yep, he did that to me." And we're maintaining his lie that what he said was just talk? Why?
In the cases of all the women who spoke out in the video, there was no justice. Their assaulters and harassers walked free because either nobody believed them or there was nothing they could do. The Trump tape was one of many final straws. "We’re not gonna take it any more,“ Amber Tamblyn said. “Like, for real, we’re not.”
thank god for the mythbusters though because it used to be that whenever i knew i had insomnia i’d just kind of accept it and stay up doing whatever until my morning classes and spend the day feeling like shit
but then they did an episode where they established that even just fucking laying there for a half hour, not even sleeping just laying there and not even for an hour, makes a significant difference and you’ll feel way better
it has made a huge difference in my life to know that it’s okay if i can’t fall asleep, it takes a lot of the pressure off and ironically helps me fall asleep better
…i did not know this, thank you
If anyone wants to look it up, the episode was specifically the Deadliest Catch crossover ep, and the myth was that it’s better/safer when working a 30 hour shift to take a 20 minute nap every six hours rather than try to power through. They did an obstacle course test, one without naps and one with, and even though they couldn’t even sleep half the time the naps resulted in their scores doubling.
So actually I undersold it, even if it’s 7:40 and your alarm goes off at 8 just lie down and shut your eyes and it will still be better than nothing
You know, I get people that say that "the only way you can be hurt is if you let someone hurt you" is inherently damaging, because it puts the fault of the abuse on the victim, and not the abuser. But, honestly, I think this is a thing that comes with age. When you are young, you are very invested in making sure that you pass. In any way that matters, it's crucial to be acceptable. The older I get, the better able I am to shake off other people's opinions of me, without having to resort hurting them to protect myself. It gets easier to say "I'm sorry you don't approve, but I'm not going to let that bother me." So, I guess my point is, don't blame yourself for being hurt by assholes. But know that it gets better. It really does. Stick around, there's still a couple motherfuckers you have to prove wrong.
When people trek you to “grow up” or “any like an adult/your age” while you are having a meltdown and expect just yelling at you too stop said meltdown
You
don’t have to separate these things with Jefferson. He can have written this incredible
document, and several incredible documents, that we all, sort of- with things
that we all believe in. And he sucks.
I
think those are both true, and those have to be both true. I think we really
have to stop separating them, ‘cause that’s when you get into trouble. That’s
when you stop letting people be whole people.
It’s a dialectical dilemma! (Guess who just got out of DBT group lol)
He wrote amazing things that still shape how we think and feel about freedom and democracy.
AND he was a scumbag.
To quote my therapist from literally 15 minutes ago: even the worst people have good in them, and the best people have bad in them.
Locus Magazinereports the passing of horror, science fiction, and mystery author Sheri S. Tepper. A prolific voice whose works were often known for themes of feminism and ecology, Tepper published dozens of novels, short works, and essays, some of them under pseudonyms. She won the World Fantasy Life Achievement Award in 2015, and many of her novels were shortlisted for various awards, including the Hugo, Tiptree, and Clarke Awards. As a single mother of two during the 1960s, Tepper began by writing poetry and children’s stories before remarrying in the late 60s. She worked at Planned Parenthood for 24 years–eventually as Executive Director at the Rocky Mountain Colorado branch–before leaving to write full-time, later running a guest ranch in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She is known for her True Game Series, as well as the Arbai Trilogy, and standalone novels such as Beauty, The Fresco, The Gate to Women’s Country, and Gibbon’s Decline & Fall.
In an interview with Locus Magazine back in September, 1998, Tepper had a few words about the universe and the passage of time that seem truly fitting:
“What do I have to say to the universe? A soul ought to have something to say to the universe if it’s going to be immortal. But the world has something to say to the universe, all of these systems have things to say to the universe, and we’re part of that. You go in the ground, and the grass grows over your bones, and that’s good too! I take a lot more comfort out of that than I would out of some notion of the feathery form rising up, strumming a harp. Harp music can get dreadfully dull!”
Tepper passed away on October 22, 2016. She was 87 years old. Our thoughts are with her family and friends, and everyone who was touched by her work–she will be dearly missed.