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Samuel L. Jackson - Blame

samwanda:

God made a very obvious choice when He made me voluptuous; why would I go against what He decided for me? My limbs work, so I’m not going to complain about the way my body is shaped. —Drew Barrymore

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I love when women who are barely over 100lbs call themselves “voluptuous”. It sets an impossible standard for most women.

hawcubite:

It’s like the 1% is giving the 99% a giant fuck you…and thanks for a new way to exploit in order to make money…off of you, no less.

Ghettos….

The report, by Nina Mazar and Chen-Bo Zhong of the University of Toronto, states:

The notion that people are motivated by concerns about Mother Earth appears to have been consigned to the dustbin of history along with the hippy ideals of the 1960s and 1970s. In the modern world people are narcissistic and want payback - and believe that if they earn moral brownie points in the supermarket or by driving a hybrid car they can cash them in elsewhere.

Mental illness is a subject that no community wants to talk about.

The more we talk about it, recognize it, and accept that most of us have been touched by it…the sooner the stigma attached to it is lessened, and it can be addressed and helped.

Websites like this are so very important. Really.

Click on the image to go to Share Ourselves

Listen to some of the stories.

Nuns/Prostitutes

Polygamist/Pimp

Chef/Short Order Cook

Gang Member/Mafioso

See more here.

Where children sleep:

James Mollison’s book of photographs of children from around the world and their bedrooms. Mollison hopes his photographs will encourage children to think about inequality.

Click on image for more of the series.

Click here, for more of James Mollison’s work.

The Globe and Mail:

Twenty years ago, 81 per cent of children under 15 were living with parents who were legally married, but by 2006 that proportion had fallen to just below 66 per cent.

In the same time-frame, the proportion of children living with common-law parents tripled to almost 15 per cent from less than five per cent.

I think that anyone who calls it “just a piece of paper”, isn’t, and never has been married. It certainly is way more than just a piece of paper…as anyone who has had to go through a divorce can tell you.

Are society’s mores changing, or is this another indicator of our “throw away” society?

If marriage really isn’t important, then why do I hear many unmarrieds refer to their live in partners as “my husband” or “my wife”?

Is it important to get married if you have children?

What say you?

Ouch…

“Live your best life!” Oprah Winfrey intones on her show, on her website, and in her magazine, with exhausting tenacity. Eat kale. Lose weight. Invest in timeless cashmere. Find the perfect little black dress. But though Oprahspeak pays regular lip service to empowerment, much of Winfrey’s advice actually moves women away from political, economic, and emotional agency by promoting materialism and dependency masked as empowerment, with evangelical zeal.

As Karlyn Crowley writes in the recent anthology Stories of Oprah: The Oprahfication of American Culture, Winfrey has become the mainstream spokesperson for New Age spirituality because “she marries the intimacy and individuality of the New Age movement with the adulation and power of a 700 Club–like ministry.” And not surprisingly, it was the imprimatur of Oprah’s Book Club that made Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia the publishing phenomenon it now is. More than 5 million paperback copies of the book are currently in print, though the first printing of the book, in 2006, was a modest 30,000 hardcover copies. The Wall Street Journal estimated that the book would make more than $15 million in sales by the end of 2007, and the book stayed on the New York Times bestseller list for more than 155 weeks.

read the whole article here.

Thanks SinPantalones

The mania for elegiac slobbering is one of the most disgusting things about this country, but you’ll never see a clearer example of America’s unique capacity for this sort of activity than this Steinbrenner business. When Bruce Springsteen dies, it won’t be appropriate to make jokes about millions of Americans fawning over a dead Boss. But in George “The Boss” Steinbrenner’s case, it fits perfectly, because Steinbrenner was in every conceivable way the prototypical office tyrant and the fact that he’s being uninterruptedly worshipped after his death by a nation of cubicle slaves tells you almost everything you need to know about the modern American psyche.

In no other country do people genuinely love their bosses the way Americans do. They’ll go home after 12 hard hours of capricious superiors peeing in their faces, and the very first thing they’ll do is call up some talk radio show and denounce the graduated income tax that gives them a break at their bosses’ expense. In other countries bosses need to constantly fend off revolts and strikes; in America people tune in by the millions to cheer on an impetuous, bloated asshole like Donald Trump as he ritualistically fires a succession of sheepish sacrificial stand-ins who are clearly chosen for their resemblance to the target demographic. And The Apprentice was just one of many reality shows where people literally jack off to their own job insecurity!

They’ve got peoples’ heads so turned around in this country that this ring-around-the-collar self-flagellating terror at being thought of as poor and subordinate has people reflexively worshipping their bosses, to the point where George Steinbrenner — a workplace Caligula so stupid and self-centered that he could not be convinced George Constanza wasn’t named after him — is somehow thought of as cute and lovable. George Steinbrenner was not cute; he was the biggest fuckhead of his generation. Steinbrenner was the kind of guy who wouldn’t accept that two plus two equaled four if a parade of MIT professors proved it to him on a fifty-foot blackboard. And if you tried to point that out to him, he fired you in the middle of the night, which he thought was funny, except that you were feeding your kids with that money.

(via Cynical-C)