On words and actions. I’ve spent a lot of my day thinking about what i want to say about this, since i saw it on my dash earlier. here is where this argument goes spectacularly, blindingly, gloriously flamingly wrong: words are actions. there is no such thing as the thought police in the real world, because nobody can possibly know what you’re thinking, or control it. in fact, i’m a big proponent of not condemning people for what’s inside their head; my thoughts are pretty fucking impure and judgmental a lot of the time. where you go wrong is when you open your mouth and turn your hurtful thoughts into words. using the word “retard” to mean stupid or bad or wrong is A SLUR. there is no way around it. you are equating a word that means “a person with mental handicaps” with “something that sucks.” if you take away the idea that a mentally disabled person is stupid, the word simply has no punch: it relies on this assumption, however buried. fuck you too. fuck you right in the face.
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You continue to astound and amaze us with your just do it your own damn self awesomeness! As stated below - this is really pattern draping, but the BEST source I've found for actual flat pattern drafting using slopers (the basic building blocks of every garment pattern piece) is "The Theory of Fashion Design", by Helen Brockman. It's from 1965, and is a super fantastic source of the hows and whys of how the elements of a design work together, and then how that all translates into your drafted pattern pieces. The sample designs are at once classic, kitsch, and insanely informative. Once you set up your first set of personal slopers and start flat pattern drafting, you're pretty much hooked! Flagged Aha. On kicking him to the curb. Dear Coquette, He’s the worst person I’ve ever known and simultaneously the most amazing.
He does the worst things you can imagine. Lying, cheating, lying about cheating. Here I am, a smart woman with no illusions about who this guy she loves really is, sticking around and letting him flay her again and again. I could explain why and what I think about it but it’s inconsequential. Whether or not I have no illusions about him, I must be delusional or hate myself to continue to allow him access to me, right? Of course you can love someone who repeatedly lies to you, hurts you deeply and cheats on you. You know damn well what you have to do. That’s what you need to realize and accept: He’s never going to respect you. Miriam Badyrka is The Doodler: leaf & pod doodles. I didn't post anything last week, and I am unrepentant.
Company on Friday, daughter leaving Sunday morning. Sometimes life gets in the way of blogging, and that is all there is to it. If I had posted a doodle last week, it would have been this one. What happened to that bottom circle? I checked the image. The doodle makes me think of flowers in water. The bowl is an old one, made before machines, and the edge is uneven. Here is today's doodle. I like the ribbons as a connecting element. Looking at this photo, I think I may be on to something with the rhythmic gymnastics. If you want to see some of the amazing things these gymnasts do, you can watch this video. For Chrissakes, There Is Nothing Wrong With You: A Dating Manifesto. Know Which Shots Work Best with Each Instagram Filter.
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America Without Abortion Would Be An Absolute Horror Show. I have a question for everyone: When I try to reason with my friends (and I use this term loosely, since some of them are more acquaintances) about abortion, I tend to lean on the fact that it endangers women's health and I use my family as a direct example: my great grandmother was raped by an uncle and gave herself an abortion with a coat-hanger when my grandmother was 5.
My grandmother was subsequently put in an orphanage run by brutal nuns (it sounds like a joke, but it really isn't). My grandmother came out of that experience a very cruel, insecure person, who went on to raise four insecure and kind of cruel children. I feel, with every fiber of my being, that if my great-grandmother hadn't died, my grandmother would have been a more loving person and would have passed that on to her children instead of the cruelty.