Our Marriage is Now Street Legal | Manolo for the Brides. Alarm Clock Apron available from Zazzle Wow. Eighteen years. Tomorrow marks the eighteenth anniversary of my marriage to Mr. Twistie. Where the heck did all those years go? I don’t know. All I know is that I wouldn’t have spent them with anyone else on a bet.
The funny things is, I don’t even really remember meeting Mr. Little did I know that these people would become some of the most important people in my life for decades to come. Sometimes you just don’t have a clue. After all, eighteen years ago tomorrow, I woke early, ate a good breakfast, put on my wedding gown and put together a last-nanosecond headpiece, got my picture taken a whole lot, and said ‘I do’ with joy, pride, and confidence. The high school friend wasn’t there.
Michelle, I have no idea where you are now or what you’re up to, but I just want to thank you. Since the day we married, we’ve been tested in all sorts of ways, but our marriage remains strong. Mr. Someone Is Always Invited For Tea; “I Alone Feel This Way” I wanted to whisper this in your ear: Every time you feel like you are the only person who has ever __(fill in the blank)__, other people have felt like that. Maybe not like that down to the last little pica of pain, but like that in a true and meaningful way that means someone else understands it because they feel it, too.
It can be little things. “I thought I was the only person who worried about other people judging me when I am just learning how to do something.” It can be big things. But you are not the only person feeling these things. One of the reasons I really like going to therapy is because I feel crazy a lot of the time. Everyone has doubts. When you feel as thought you are at your most alone, there is guaranteed to be someone who is feeling the same way.
It isn’t that I find it comforting to think of other people’s hurts and moments of self-doubt. You aren’t alone. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Margaret Cho Rightfully Loses Her Shit. As someone who self-identifies as ugly, reading this article and all the comments below has been wonderful and like my brain was being hugged. It may sound like a terrible thing to say that finally accepting that I'm ugly and that has and will continue to sometimes negatively impact on my day-to-day experience ultimately turned out to be a positive and empowering experience, but for me it was. Being female and being a person of colour can lead to circumstances involving other kinds of marginalisation and discrimination, but thinking about scary abstracts "holy shit, what if I'm ugly? What does that mean for the rest of my years on earth?
" Yeah, I avoided that for ages. It was the start of me beginning to slowly unlearn the self-loathing I've internalised since childhood (because why would you treat someone badly unless they were a bad and terrible person, right? Depression lies. My World is Full of Can » Manolo for the Big Girl! I’m sure others of you out there in Big Girl Land have seen Jennifer Hudson’s current Weight Watchers commercial, where she starts off by saying that before she found WW, her world was full of ‘can’t’. Really, Jennifer? This is a woman who competed on American Idol, started a singing/acting career and won an Oscar, all while being fat.
As far as I’m concerned, her choice to join WW is just that: a choice. It isn’t one I would make, nor is it one I would particularly encourage, but it’s her choice, she made it, and I honestly do hope that she’s happy with the choice she made. But here’s the thing, being fat didn’t stop her from living a worthwhile life. My life is filled with can. I may never win an Oscar (in fact, I kind of doubt I will since I’ve never been in a major release film), but there’s so much I can be and do. I can. I do. I will. And honey, I don’t need to reach a particular goal weight to do it. Good Things Caught On Security Cameras. Letters (okay, one letter) from the front » Manolo for the Big Girl! Friends, I had kind of a sucky weekend. You know, the type where you sit in the dark listening to The Smiths longer than is probably strictly healthy and you’re fairly sure you’ll never be happy again and it’s just gonna be you and Mozzer sitting in a room together staring at each other until one of you actually dies from misanthropy.
You guys do that too, right? Right? Usually when I have a sucky weekend, I don’t check my email because 99% of it comes from PR reps who are trying to convince to care about a whole lot of things I don’t even know about (What is a Jwow?) So it was with fear and trembling I opened an email from Beloved Reader Kylie. I wanted to share something that I think the plus-sized community needs to hear: I have been plus sized since I was about 14 years old and NOT ONCE that I can remember has anyone so much as said ANYTHING negative about me pertaining to my size.
My boyfriend of three years absolutely adores my Entire being and body completely. Sincerely, Kylie. Monday Affirmations: I can do anything good! - Feministing. The Things We Did As Kids. The Traveling Red Dress. The traveling red dress revisited. Paper dolls, red dresses and nipple concealers. Contest: The Halloween Heist. In previous years, when I'd tell someone our fundraising goal for October — at a cocktail party, say, or while arranging a match with $ and the Mysterians — that someone would always say something encouraging.
"That's awesome — good luck! " "Wow, cool! " This year, nothing but eyebrows. Both eyebrows, every time. "It's 150, and then if they get to 210, I'll dress as a tomato and… [brows shoot up all Look, Lady, There's "Ambitious" And Then There's "Bazoo"] …I'll just trail off now. The brows had a point. I assumed we would get it done. And of course some of you would have lost your jobs, or started grad school, or gotten in fender-benders or bought houses, and why would the rich and famous give money on the say-so of a writer whose primary subjects include candy and startle poo. I strolled down the field and waited near the end zone, eating cookies, for the Hail Mary pass I believed would float into view, because I also know you.
Thank you. Be Sociable, Share! Tags: contests movies. The Cross and the Ground Zero Mosque | Anne Robertson. Map of Ground Zero area with Mosque location highlighted. It takes a long time to turn terror to hope. Luke 23:33 "When they came to the place that is called The Skull, they crucified Jesus there with the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. " On September 11, 2001 Islamic extremists responded to our policies in the Middle East with unspeakable violence. They did so in the name of God. Thousands died, including Christians, Jews, Muslims, and Atheists. Those who died were targeted because they were Americans, not because they held a particular faith. People of all faiths and of no faith died that day. But just as Christians have had a rough time getting over the damage to our image that the Crusades caused in the Middle East (not to mention actions since then), so the Muslim community is having a rough time trying to explain that not all Muslims--not even most Muslims--are terrorists who want to blow up Americans.
Let's start with a few points. Religious Freedom in NYC. “In the mid-1650s, the small Jewish community living in lower Manhattan petitioned Dutch governor Peter Stuyvesant for the right to build a synagogue, and they were turned down. In 1657, when Stuyvesant also prohibited Quakers from holding meetings, a group of non-Quakers in Queens signed the Flushing Remonstrance, a petition in defense of the right of Quakers and others to freely practice their religion. It was perhaps the first formal political petition for religious freedom in the American colonies, and the organizer was thrown in jail and then banished from New Amsterdam.
“In the 1700s, even as religious freedom took hold in America, Catholics in New York were effectively prohibited from practicing their religion, and priests could be arrested. Largely as a result, the first Catholic parish in New York City was not established until the 1780s, St. This nation was founded on the principle that the government must never choose between religions or favor one over another. Stop your demagogy about the NYC mosque. Pictures of Muslims Wearing Things. This is Wafa Dabbagh. Wafa is a Muslim, Zumba lover, cancer survivor, and Lieutenant Commander of the Canadian Armed Forces. [article] Filed under badass canada canadian armed forces canadians cancer commanders lieutenants military muslim muslim women with guns muslims uniforms wafa dabbagh women canada has an army?! US Army reservist Shareda Hosein proudly wears her uniform. Even as the Army continually turns down her application to be the first female Muslim chaplain in the military, Shareda has no regrets about the 20+ years she’s dedicated to her service.
[article] Filed under military, army boston chaplains muslim muslims shareda hosein trinidad trinidadians tufts university uniforms us army women camouflage Aden didn’t choose these labels - he has been forced to pay the price of wearing labels that somebody else put upon him. [Credit: ridzdesign] Filed under aden labels muslim muslims ridzdesign photography 9/11 islam islamophobia. In case you missed it: Viola Davis’s SAG Awards speech. Eating: A Manifesto. It would happen at least twice a day: I’d be wiping the counter at the coffee shop, pulling espresso shots, making new drip coffee—and I’d feel it. It was always a different woman, but always the same scene: a woman in her mid-30s to mid-60s, hovering over the glass pastry case, staring at the brownies.
I’d head over to help her, wiping my hands on my apron. “Can I getcha something?” I could predict where we were going with my eyes closed. “Oh. Well. No,” the woman would say quickly. “OK.” “Well…” I was waiting for it. She’d lean over the counter and say, “Those raspberry brownies sure look good.” “They’re delicious,” I’d say. “They look delicious.” “Yes.” “And fat-free, too, right? “Ha.” “You know, I have been good,” she’d say, with a faintly creepy, conspiratorial we’re-just-two-girls-in-this-together-right-honey tone.
“Mm-hm,” I’d reply. “You know, I could maybe split a brownie, they’re really too big for one person, don’t you think? “We don’t sell half-pastries.” “You don’t? Aghhhhhhh. Freedom of Speech 101. Uncategorized I’ve written about freedom of speech on several occasions, but apparently it’s time to do so again, as I’ve read that my tale about the Pig and the Bunny and the word “retarded” advocates censorship. I don’t want to pick on the individual who raised this point, because he’s not alone. The reason I had the third wolf reply, “You can’t tell me what to say. I have freedom of speech!” Is because this response is in fact rather common. Congress shall make no law … abridging the freedom of speech. So here’s the thing.
But if you say it to my face, I’ll ask you to stop. None of those things in any way restrict or take away your freedom of speech. If you read Yo Is This Racist, you’ll find a lot of questions about white folks wanting permission to use the word “nigger.” Well guess what. And the rest of the world has the right to call us racist, ignorant shits if we choose to to use it. Hey look at that, freedom of speech goes both ways. That’s my choice. Freedom of speech is hard. My son is gay « Nerdy Apple Bottom. In junior high school and elementary school, one of the worst things somebody can tell you is that you’re a nerd. In many cases, being labeled a nerd is the kiss of death. By being designated a nerd or a geek, your social circle instantly shrink. Your social prospects, as well as how people relate to you change overnight. The good news is that as socially limiting and potentially problematic being nerdy may be in elementary school, junior high school or even high school, the reality is that nerds run the world.
If you want to get a good idea of nerds that shaped the world in profound ways, you only need to look at Bill Gates and the people that invented the internet. These are guys that would just hangout in their cubicles and work on computer codes for several hours at a time. Growing up, they were very socially awkward and they tend to be focused on a limited range of interests. Nerds Aren’t Limited By Social Expectations Nerds Can Focus and Go As Deep As They Want. Krissy and Athena.