Somethings in life are going to offend you, and that’s a good thing. Being offended is one of the by-products of living in a society with free speech, we should embrace that and respect the opinions of others no matter how bigoted, ignorant or stupid they may be.
I wonder if when you get to heaven there are tombstones for the people that you leave behind
Serving as reminders of the life you once lived and list of people to check up on from time to time
I wonder if just as you die a newborn child lets out its first cry
If angels stand at the pearly gates having simultaneous goodbye and welcome parties
I wonder if when you left me you knew I’d be okay, that you knew it’d hurt me dearly but I was well prepared for life without you so you said goodbye anyway
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If you were born after 1980 then you may have a hard time believing what I’m about to tell you; but I wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about this:
Once upon a time, in my lifetime, it was taboo to talk about breasts. There were no self-exam posters on gym locker room walls; there were no “Save the Ta-Tas” t-shirts. Boobs were off limits, whether called by their formal or informal name. Breasts were considered private parts, requiring cover and secrecy, unless you were one of those bad girls who nice boys weren’t allowed to go out with even though those same boys had different kinds of bad girl breast self-examination posters in their bedrooms.
You may take issue with the Komen Foundation for missteps in recent years, but you have to give credit where credit’s due. Because of Komen’s long public advocacy, we’re now able to talk about…
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our starsBut in ourselves, that we are underlings.– Julius Caesar, Act I Scene 2
Surprise #1: I Haven’t read any of these books. Surprise #2: The #1 book in Texas isn’t The Bible.
Originally posted on The Scribd Blog:
Last week, we partnered with Parade Magazine to give readers the scoop on what people are reading all across the country. To get the data, we looked at our library of 300,000 e-books and measured how many times a title was read by registered users in each state. Below, we’ve listed the results as published originally in Parade. Curious about what people in your state are reading? Scroll down for the answer!
- Alabama: Midnight Angel by Lisa Kleypas
- Alaska: Ben & Jerry’s Homemade Ice Cream & Dessert Book by Ben Cohen, Jerry Greenfield, and Nancy Stevens
- Arkansas: The Eve of Destruction by Howard Blum
- Arizona: Sh*t My Dad Says by Justin Halpern
- California: Just Kids by Patti Smith
- Colorado: White Witch Black Curse by Kim Harrison
- Connecticut: Prayers for The Dead: A Decker/Lazarus Novel by Faye Kellerman
- Washington, D.C.: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
- Delaware: Summer of…
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There are no seasons in the American supermarket. Now there are tomatoes all year round, grown halfway around the world, picked when it was green, and ripened with ethylene gas. Although it looks like a tomato, it’s kind of a notional tomato. I mean, it’s the idea of a tomato.
— Michael Pollan, Food Inc.
No task is more frustrating than that of shopping of women’s clothing. Every time I enter a department store I am reminded of the aforementioned idea of notional tomatoes for that seems to be the mindset of designers in the women’s fashion industry, to create clothing suited for the notion of a woman instead of the accommodation of what a woman actually is. Women come in all shapes and sizes and the clothing we buy at stores should reflect that. I am not saying that we should eat ourselves into the excess of obesity and expect designers to acquiesce to the demands of our overindulgence. However, I do firmly believe that what is found on clothing racks should resemble that of a healthy woman’s figure. It is absolutely ridiculous this self-perpetuating cycle of designers creating clothes for bodies that don’t exist and women striving to attain figures that they’ll never have. We are all so hopelessly dedicated to ideal which can not be achieved. It saddens me to think that perhaps the reason why this notion has been allowed to persist is because this may very well be how society views its women. Perhaps the women of the world themselves are just notions, ideas of what we should be, objects to have unattainable ideas hoisted upon and manipulated to fit into a mold we were not made for.