One vintage ad warns women, “Don’t let them call you SKINNY!” while another promises that smoking cigarettes will keep one slender. If the task of morphing their bodies into the current desirable shape isn’t enough of a burden, women are also reminded that they stink.
'Mommy was always so cross because she didn't have the soft silky face of a small baby on hand to wipe her bum.'
“A week later, I am transferred here. Three more months go over and my mother dies. No one knew better than you how deeply I loved and honoured her. Her death was terrible to me; but I, once a lord of language, have no words in which to express my anguish and my shame. … She and my father had bequeathed me a name they had made noble and honoured, not merely in literature, art, archaeology, and science, but in the public history of my own country, in its evolution as a nation. I had disgraced that name eternally.”—Lady Jane Wilde
the endpaper maps are the floor layout of the store
in place of the royal family tree there is an organizational chart representing all the employees, managers, and key regional/district managers
this is a rly good idea imo
they go on a quest for a magic spellbook, a copy of the anarchist cookbook an employee left somewhere 40 years ago. other spells include the code for the pa system and the computer administrator’s password.
Remember the 2004 documentary Super Size Me and its blatant lack of a twist ending? Guy eats only highly processed, high-fat McDonald’s food for one month. Guy’s health deteriorates. The end.
Science teacher John Cisna tried out a similar experiment, but saw drastically different results. After eating nothing but McDonald’s for three months, the Iowa man lost 37 pounds and saw his cholesterol level drop significantly, local TV station KCCI reports.
Cisna enlisted his students to help him plan out a 2,000-calorie daily diet plan consisting only of food sold by the fast food giant. They also tried not to exceed recommended allowances of nutrients like carbohydrates, proteins, fat calories and cholesterol.
For breakfast, Cisna typically ate two egg white delights, a bowl of maple oatmeal and 1 percent milk. For lunch, he’d usually opt for a salad. And for dinner he’d order a more traditional value meal, including items like Big Macs, ice creams and sundaes. After Cisna told the owner of the local franchise about the experiment, he was so interested that he agreed to provide all the items free of charge.
During the experiment, Cisna walked for 45 minutes every day, and by the 90th day he reported that he’d lost 37 pounds. He also reported that his cholesterol had dropped from 249 to 170. He said he was able to get healthier simply because he made smart choices.
The problem with something like this is that it doesn’t emphasise so much that this lad ate like shit but carefully planned his meals and exercised a lot to make up for it, so much as it goes ‘holy fuck this guy ate at MacDonald’s and he’s healthy now and so too can you be’
A lot of people don’t realise that weight loss and ‘healthy living’ varies immensely from person to person, and while this guy might’ve had time to work out every day after eating terrible food, that’s not the same reality other people experience, other people who work odd hours and don’t have time to cook, let alone exercise.
“Every intellectual technology, to put it another way, embodies an intellectual ethic, a set of assumptions about how the mind works or should work. The map and the clock shared a similar ethic. Both placed a new stress on measurement and abstraction, on perceiving and defining forms and processes beyond those apparent to the senses.”—Nicholas Carr
without your love i feel fear on the tips of my fingers
i’m still scared every day. i walk a tight rope between telling you to fuck off and get out of my life and pulling you in closer to me every time i hear your voice, like i pull you in so tight the way a seam stiches red thread through jeans, i want you in me so hard that everyone can see it and it’ll never be unstitched. i want you so bad but i’m so innately distrustful of beauty. i love you so much. if i could i’d be creepy and encapsulate the beauty like curators keep the gems of artistic history under glass, sealed in chambers to prevent the entropy of time.
see, maybe that’s my fear. entropy is such a callous whore. i want every moment marbleized. you want to document our lives and i want to carve it in stone. i’ll never be good enough for you. i’ll give everything i have to you. you haven’t seen me yet but i’ll be standing with a bleeding heart filleted like sirloin tips in pieces, like black blood stew cupped in my hands. this has been my heart for decades and here you are and you finally get to have all of it. you’re the only one. you are the only one to collect all of the pieces. do you know what that means? it means i’ve never called anyone perfect before. i am not actually in love with the attention you give me. i’m in fucking love with you.
this is painful. i need to feel you and i need your touch. i don’t even want to be dirty, i just want your hugs. i want to feel the density of your skin against my fingers when i grab you. i want your warmth instead of cold computer eyes. i don’t want to play games.
tears hit me in a new place, now. hurt used to slip to the tip of my fingers before it hit my brain. now it spreads like anaphylactic shock. it starts in the throat. my guts well up in my chest and i can’t breathe without you.
my love is graphic and brutal. if you can’t handle this then tell me now.
when you disconnect from me its not even a thing you can hide anymore. i can tell from the cadence of your voice. when i think of losing you, something inside me deadens. i get chills the way a beautiful recitation of words waves in ripples through your tender skin. i want this. in all of my shitty metaphors i’m just trying to say that i need you more than anything. the way that tree branches grow in fractal rhythm for love of the sun. i need you like photosynthesis needs radiation. i need you to function. i need you to keep the beauty multiplying inside of me so i can share it with the world. i wanna share this world with you.
Hello Americans! I am an AMEROPHILE. I fell in love with your culture after I saw your hit shows, The Big Bang Theory and Family Guy. Now I understand your whole society, based off of watching just two TV shows! I know your “language” and find it beautiful! Bazinga! I love America because you really mean it when you say “I love you”! I declare freedom to football, 1776!
lonely girl dancing in the music hall lightning struck her silver starship and turned it into stone and now it’s falling all the time into that void beyond her gray eyes somewhere a telephone is ringing, but nobody’s at home 'hello junkie, sweetheart, listen now this is your captain calling: your captain is dead’
, the Dark Enlightenment is an ideological analysis of modern democracy that harshly rejects the vision of the 18th century European Enlightenment—a period punctuated by the development of empirical science, the rise of humanist values and the first outburst of revolutionary democratic reform. In contrast, the Dark Enlightenment advocates an autocratic and neo-monarchical society. Its belief system is unapologetically reactionary, almost feudal.
The many bloggers who constitute the movement style themselves as “Dark Lords of the Sith,” self-described fearless truth-tellers, who—mixing their cinematic metaphors—offer Matrix-evocative “red pills” of awakening in the form of sulfurous conclusions about the state of the world. Indeed, questioning the prevailing Western narrative is typically a Dark Enlightenment writer’s modus operandi, skewering the values of the liberal establishment.
“The written symbol extends infinitely, as regards time and space, the range within which one mind can communicate with another; it gives the writer’s mind a life limited by the duration of ink, paper, and readers, as against that of his flesh and blood body.”—Samuel Butler
It’s interesting how people you befriend assume base things about you purely because of your friendship. I had a great discussion with someone the other day about why I raise just as skeptical an eyebrow at things like Truthdig and Democracy Now! as I do at Fox. All three are extremely biased news aggregators. Truthdig’s sensationalist headlines sicken me as much as Fox’s, and while I have no vendetta against Amy Goodman or her team, DN!’s tendency to paint problems in foreign countries with the same elitist brush as any right-leaning media is something I prefer to avoid. The only real difference between DN!’s elitism and Fox’s is that one attempts to garner activism and pity while the other garners nationalism and xenophobia.
If I ever find myself a teacher, one of the hardest things to teach, I think, will be how to do research, and how to draw conclusions independent of the ones spun by those with a personal crusade to wage. Teaching someone else how to recognise bias and avoid it is difficult, especially if the issue you’re researching is not easily divided into a perceivable ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’ There are more grey areas when it comes to the things that happen in the world than many would have you believe. When it comes to analysis, it’s important that personal beliefs and feelings be put aside in favour of raw data and its interpretation, else it stops being analysis and becomes punditry.
Rapunzel, Puss in boots and Pinocchio. (For a more depraved threesome)
Rapunzel: Do you like being outside? Generally not unless I’ve made specific plans to go outside, such as going to the beach or gardening. I spend most of my time inside, where the internet is.
Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet? Do you want one? My mother had a bird a long time ago, and we owned several fish at one point. Eventually, when I have a stable living environment, I would love to own and care for an African grey.
Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish? An anon asked me something similar a little while back. Basically money is tied with telekinesis, which I think is the most useful superpower.
so my friend and i found this low-budget animated film on netflix called “romeo & juliet: sealed with a kiss” and it was about romeo and juliet but… as seals?
and the animation is just so BAD its like
idk who the fuck wrote this but for some reason they thought racism would be an appropriate allegory to put in their weird seal movie?
and its supposed to be about romeo and juliet but theres TONS of quotes from other shakespeare shows that aren’t romeo and juliet and make literally no sense in context and also theres this random semi-satanic elephant seal prince who wants to marry juliet?
for some inexplicable reason mercutio is the ONLY ONE who speaks in an elizabethian dialect? like hes pretty much the only one making these shakespearean references, everyone else pretty much has a modern dialect
and this is romeo hes fucking emo and looks like a baby
and idk i guess seal love is really intense because they’re transcending planes of existence here
and after some weird squirrel man married them theyBROKE INTO THE FUCKING WRECKAGE OF THE TITANIC FOR THEIR DISGUSTING SEAL FORNICATION
THEY ARE CANOODLING AMONGST THE CORPSES OF HUNDREDS
shit was so fucked up like they went and fucked behind a waterfall and this weird baby fish popped up and started laughing at then the tv froze and it just felt like a subtle hint from my roommate’s netflix account to please stop this suffering
I wanna watch a stream of this.
I think this might’ve been animated by one person…yes it was.