Yes while you cook it, it cuts some of the acid. Sprinkled after, no thanks.
Yes while you cook it, it cuts some of the acid. Sprinkled after, no thanks.
Yeah, fifteen months for us until I concieved. I came to hate that stupid test by the end.
I'm thinking about a different cover, Hustler's infamous one of the meat grinder. That's photoshoping (not digitally, though) to objectify. Her body's proeminent, but so is her face, and she is not meek or blank: her expression is joyous in control, in charge. Is she helping to sell magazines? Absolutely, but so do…
I'm kinda on the edge with this one. Is she being objectified or is she just expressing her sexuality? Because I don't see Kim as particularly opressed. She manages her image/sexuality quite well, no regrets, no false morality. Not my cup of tea, but it doesn't anger me. Plus Lorde just rules.
You rock those Oxford commas with no regrets. Other languages use them with no shame whatsoever.
That's perfect! A friend of mine with cronic depression mostly refuses treatment, says she's not sick. The kicker? She's a psychologist. I get so angry I could spit over this attitude.
Demi Lovat0's statement is so on target it should be broadcasted regularly to see if people get the message. Mental ilness is not viewed with the kindness, hell, human decency it deserves.
Even though we're totally hijacking the topic of the thread here, there's never enough Tom Waits arround. My favourite cover is this one of green grass, by Cibele
I think Tom Waits doesn't get nearly enough credit as a poet, he's an amazing writer.
I sometimes think I'm the only one to appreciate the genious of that company of dirty old men. Tom Waits's Blue Valentine and The heart of saturday night albums are my go-to when I'm sad.
There's this huge holocaust memorial in Berlin and it is a tourist attraction, recomended on most travel guides. Same with the Jewish museum . Nobody thinks they're disrespectful, rather a nice way to make sure people don't forget. Should those be teared down too? And she was rather tactful I think.
A ditch is important too, a flooded one can cause a massive flood in a big city. All workers should be treated with the same dignity and basic human decency. It's kinda funny having this discussion here because the author of the blog fights- and rightly so- for the dignity and just pay of restaurant and hospitality…
Maybe, maybe not. My memories of the time are fuzzy and biased, they are the memories of a child. My mom was fairly political and I grew up in the aftermath of a revolution (1974) so what I learned and remember was throuh her views and opinions. I remember the panic and the tension over the nuclear race. I also…
There is no truth, only perspective: having grown up in Europe, the bias is deffinitely pro- Palestine. So news spins and discussions like that often say more about ourselves than the issues being discussed.
Sorry, he's hot and all but the film suck.
Life is full of possibilities. Stay strong and positive because good things will come your way. I was feeling the same at 34, except there was no ex fiance, just endless years of singledom. And then met the one, got married and we are havin our first child in February. I would never thought it possible and life…
I remember the day he died vaguely, I was five and my mom was in tears, because she was such a big fan. But I was born on december 7th, Pearl Harbor day.
I knew that, I love history. And saw the terrible movie too.
Portugal. Our Lady of Conception is the patron saint of the country. Our kings (when we had them)didn't wear the crown, but had it placed next to them because the crown belonged to the Virgin. It was dedicated to her in 1640 as a thank you for the restoration of our independence (we had been 80 years under Spanish…
I remember this quite well, as I was thirteen when it happened. The feeling at the time, even for those of us who didn't live under the Soviet regime was of elation and optimism, like a new golden age of peace and prosperity was about to start. I cannot stress enough how much it sucks to grow up and realise that…