Awesome! I clicked "play" before reading the article, and then I was like "That's Jenna's voice!" And then you came out of the shadows, and I was right. Congratulations! I really hope it takes off--there's far too much exploitation going on in the fashion world.
The thinspiration stuff gets me down, too! I'm always like "really guys? really?" It's sad, because there really is cool stuff on the beauty board, but the bullshit is bloody overwhelming.
Aww, I can't get it to work either (though with the reactions below, maybe that's a mercy).
Edit--yup, worked as soon as I posted this. Weird. Also, damn, that would make an interesting theatre costume. I'm sure there's an opera it's appropriate for. But as fashion? Damn. And no.
Seriously, my Mum (110lb normally) gave birth to my brother (10lb at birth) vaginally, but she should have had a c-section. The doctors totally dropped the ball, and she very nearly bled to death right there.
Hey, hey, hey, nobody's ever been hung for witchcraft. Hanged, on the other hand... */Pedantry*
Judging from his eyeline, he's either looking at the guy next to him or checking out her shoes.
Exactly. I have my great-grandmother's elbow-length cream kid gloves, and they look friggin' awesome.
Has the headline been changed? Because I really don't see the snark. Slight sarcasm, maybe, but no snark.
I actually get that one sometimes. It's common in women in their twenties and it's call "Peri-oral dermatitis", which pretty literally does mean "fucked up skin around the mouth."
Ahahaahah, awesome. I don't think that would go over well with my roomies.
If I didn't have roommates, that would be me every goddamn day.
Hahah, oh no! Some people find my Dad gruff, but never with me, and he bloody loves the songs (seriously, he made up his own tunes and everything). I think it must be partly because of his love of poetry--I swear, he can remember and recite every poem-like thing he's ever read. It's funny how different our mental images of the exact same scene with the exact same words can end up, eh?
Damn, then I guess I've always interpreted it wrong (my Dad would always read me the Hobbit, starting when I was really, really little, and he sort of took it to a more upbeat, alright let's go kick some dragon ass and get our gold sort of place). I'm totally with you on the rest, though--it needs more fun, less epic.
Wow, this is looking way too dark. Especially their reading of that song! It's supposed to be a drinking song, not a bloody dirge! I get that they're going for foreshadowing, etc., but I feel like that does a real disservce to the Hobbit, which did come first, after all, and which is supposed to be way funnier and lighthearted than LOTR. Damn, Peter--chill out and have a little fun, eh?
LMAO. Best description I've yet heard.
Oh, god, I missed the elevator one--don't tell me about it. I can't end up with both a fear of exercise (boobs entering my chest cavity, WTF?) and of elevators: how would I ever get to the next floor?
Oh, god, what an asshole. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I got similar reactions from "friends" after my brother died.
Letting people continue to grieve is so important not just with this, but with all sorts of loss, and I sometimes feel like it's what people have the most trouble with. They tend to be sympathetic for the first couple of weeks, up to a month, and then they really expect you to "get over it" as it were. If you can be the friend who will actually still listen after the point where everyone else is starting to get antsy, you'll be the best kind of friend.
Can I just say that AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, fuck me I'm going to have nightmares about that and I don't even have implants! Jesus fucking Horatio Christ!
Yeah, I guess the idea is that God did some of that handwave-y magic he's so famous for, and somehow that infant just wasn't touched by the sin that contaminated the rest of us--why the big guy couldn't do that for the rest of us and had to incarnate himself into his son through that woman so that he/his son could die and thus make us pure but only if we really, really believe... I got nothin'.
