@Scandyhoovian my husband stands next to me if it's buggy because they bypass him entirely and go straight for me. I must smell like a mosquito's favorite bakery. :|
Whoever wrote that hate letter is a true poet. I can't decide if I want to use Real, Real Men or Prostitutional Ass as my new band name.
MYOB Monster - Targets people who ask women intrusive questions about their marital and/or reproductive statuses. Uses entire rolls of duct tape over victims' mouths.
@Jinxie this is not a Popsicle but when I was living in Chicago with no AC (no one realizes how damn hot and humid it can get in Chicago!) I used to make a big old Tupperware container of vodka lemonade and stick it in the freezer. My friends and I would scoop it into cups and eat it with spoons. So refreshing!!
@iceberg This feeling is exactly why I don't ever want to go to places like the concentration camps (or Alcatraz for that matter). And why I don't understand why tourists come to NY to see Ground Zero. I get that people want to see history/try to understand the impossible/pay respects -- but that feeling. I can't bear that feeling. It's like feeling the panic of claustrophobia but you're out in the open. (shudder)
@vicky austin I've said this on the internet somewhere before - probably here - but as much as I don't want to agree with anything that little entitled boy-man says, and as much as I don't think he gets this AT ALL -- the thing that is so heartbreaking about Anne Frank is that maybe she would have been a Beiber fan.
She was such an ordinary, average 13 year old girl - she could have been any one of us, really. Her diary is so important because - intelligent and articulate as she was - she was just a typical girl for her class and time. It's a reminder that terrible, evil things can (and do) happen to run-of-the-mill, ordinary people. So really, if she were alive today she could very well have a crush on the most popular pop star out there. She'd have a FB page and Twitter and Instagram, and be as irritating at times as she is endearing, fight with her mother about how to dress or wear her hair, giggle with her friends about boys. Maybe even write "Mrs. Anne Beiber" in her diary. She was an innocent, average, teenage girl who never had a chance to live the life of a teenage girl -- or much of a life at all. She never had the opportunity to grow up and be embarrassed about her silly crushes and schoolgirl drama. So if you think about any current little Belieber in your world (or NKOTB fan or whatever), then imagine if this terrible tide of evil swept her - and millions like her - away. That's the power of Anne's story.
Again, I really don't give the Biebs enough credit to have thought all that through - and clearly, he said that only because he wanted to make her suffering all about himself and how awesome he thinks he is -- but he did (inadvertently) touch on something.
@stuffisthings I wept in the Van Gogh Museum completely and totally sober, with my mother - I mean, those letters between him and Theo! And then you read Theo's increasingly desperate letters to anyone he thinks can help as Vincent was spiraling out of control. My heart, it broke.
And I totally wimped out of going to the Anne Frank Museum because I just couldn't. I mean, I'm crying now just thinking about her. I really think I'd cause a scene.
Once upon a time, a woman who had struggled with her weight and self-esteem tied to her weight her whole life started to learn more about how her body worked, about her muscles and nerves and hormones and organs and how they all work together. She stopped thinking about her weight and instead tried to do cool stuff that she had learned her body could do. She never fit into size 6 pants, but she was too busy riding her bike and having fun to remember to care. The End.