I forget where it came from, but I'm sure most of you will recall that old adage about how if men could get pregnant abortion would be a right. Well, I think it could also be applied to obesity. If the onus to be thin(sexy) were on men alone, the obesity epidemic would have been solved before it ever started.
This is truly horrible. My thoughts go to this father, who must be going through a hell no parent should face.
This really is the best. I recall and American Idol about 4? 5? Years ago where a very cute, and clearly gifted young man brought a uke on and played this song in Iz's style. Everyone lost their shit declaring it the most amazing song revision EVAH. I, of course, proceeded to scream at my tv, "that's Iz's song! You…
No, I do get it, and I agree with you completely. I'm early thirties and have gotten over most (not all) of my teenage and twenties aged insecurities. Having children did a number to my body. I got to a place where I wondered if other women looked like me after having children; lo and behold the media did nothing but…
You're right. I'm a Fitness Rx reader, sometimes. Articles are more sound and have real science and everything!
I'm loving Johnny and Tara. I love the Derby. I treasure the hats. I faun over mint juleps. I adore bourbon.
I'm going all out. Carnitas, carne asada, refried beans, rice, pico de gallo, jalapeños asada, and cheese enchiladas. Since I'm without any makings for a proper margarita, I'll make a sangria using red wine. Can. Not. Wait.
Absolutely despised this book. I did not finish it. I did not care about the wife, the husband, what became of her, his business, his sister, nothing. The writing style was atrocious.
When I was channel surfing about 2 years ago, I came across Brit Hume and naturally assumed this was a parody show. I mean, his voice, his hair style, even his face is just so stereotypical news reporter-of-the-eighties. I sat and watched, laughing during the whole segment. That voice! That lizard face! The shuddering…
I watched this about two weeks ago. I wanted to turn it off about 1/3 the way through, but it held me like a slow motion car wreck. By the end I realized that either she is highly delusional, or she totally buys her own shit. That last scene. Ugh.