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I work for the media in Australia. Not this company, thankfully, although we're all in glass houses. The "excuse" is SUCH rubbish. The only pre-prepared obituary anyone has is for the Queen or the Prime Minister. No one cares about obituaries and there are not enough newsroom staff as it is, so it would be a miracle

not a hottie, but still somehow valuable, somehow...like SOMEHOW she did it guys. weird, wacky stuff.

It also plays into something drilled into too many plain, overweight folk that you must compensate your looks by wowing them with personality ie wit and charm. Reading that line on the obit made me think of this and wonder if that was drilled into her. This drilling comes.from environment, home, movies, books and tv.

That obituary was a disgrace, and got the thrashing it deserved on Twitter and in other media (The Australian is a Murdoch paper) yesterday. My fav response with this article imagining the obits of male writers if they were subjected to the same treatment as women.

You mean even women who are very accomplished are judged more on their looks than on their accomplishments?

I believe they are neck-and-neck with the UK. . .

I'd argue that America is the Florida of planet Earth.

I'm not even going to speak to the hatefulness of this shit here. Clearly, that's obvious to anyone with half a fucking brain.

I think people like her are just sociopaths. Even if religion wasn't a thing- they'd find some justification to be horrible to the scapegoat of their choice.

Oh my god imagine that but lasting for a month. My sister talked me into letting her put temporary "dreads" in my hair when I was 16. She had this wax that was for black hair (we're not black) that she used a super tiny bit to keep her flyaways down. She assured me that it would come out that night with shampoo, and

That sounds suspiciously like a poodle permed mullet. I feel for you.

I thought I was going to too. Luckily I was always more adventurous when it came to style and fashion so most of my friends thought I had done it on purpose. And thankyou manic panic because you made my life tolerable.

My mother decided that nothing would be prettier than a semi permanent bright red rinse in my ginger hair. So she walked in and squirted it on me WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

I have dark black hair. Long dark black hair. But when I was a teenager I was not happy having long dark black hair. However It's hard to lighten black hair when you don't know what you are doing and silly me I thought you could bleach your hair with actual bleach. So I went to the cupboard and got the javex and

When I ws 15, I read in YM that a teaspoon of olive oil is a good conditioner. I thought, "well if a teaspoon is good, a cup (yes, really) will make it GREAT". I tried to rinse it with....more conditioner, and it made it worse (DUH). I took Irish Springs soap and lathered half the bar into my head....still oily. By

When I was 10 I got a haircut that I didn't particularly care for. It was the mid-90s and it was some shoulder length, layered monstrosity. Because I was a bit of a lazy tomboy I never bothered to do anything proper with my hair, I'd go to bed with wet hair and in the morning, I'd wake up with the layers going in a

this one time i allowed my little cousins to just go ham on my legs with nailpolish, not really thinking about it

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