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.
Get Rid of Embarrassing Sunburn. Anais Nin Quotes. How to Smuggle Alcohol (Or Other Contraband) Into an Outdoor Concert. Friday DIY News, Video and Gossip - Jezebel. Maybe a random place to ask this, but this thread made me think: I have a dress that I love, but I never wear because it has these darts on the bust that end in such a way that they look nipple-ish.
Since a friend commented on it the first time I wore it, I'm now too self-conscious about these slightly droopy nipple-darts that I'm not wearing this custom made dress. Is there any hope for alteration? (I would be bringing it to a pro.) This is the dress: [www.etsy.com] How To Turn Your Dress Ideas Into Reality By Making A Custom Pattern. Hey!
Do you have some cool ideas for an easy big bag? Basically, just cut out big rectangles and sew them together. The strap is easy, too. Just pick cool, funky, durable (not synthetic fibers) fabrics like a good twill, and use a strong interfacing/stabilizer. 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. 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? For Chrissakes, There Is Nothing Wrong With You: A Dating Manifesto. Know Which Shots Work Best with Each Instagram Filter.
Jerry Seinfeld's Productivity Secret. How Seinfeld's Productivity Secret Fixed My Procrastination Problem. Prettiest Words: A Work in Progress. Prettiest Words, Alphabetized (1,027) Abattoir: a slaughterhouse; massacre Absinthe: wormwood liquor of a bright-green color Acciaccatura: grace note, an embellishing note usually written in smaller size Acedia: ennui; state of torpor or listlessness; spiritual apathy Acervuline: aggregated, heaped up, bundled, collected or localized.
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. Instead, we have a legacy of a vicious cycle in my family that I'm hoping ends with me and my son.