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Why do we watch when people -- particularly celebrities like Michael Jackson -- self-destruct in front of us? http://www.rumournation.com Read More »
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A few weeks ago, there was a Chinese new year party at a friend’s parent’s house, and it was delightful, as their parties always are, and filled with excellent people who I want to talk to and good food and a lot of booze and I was very excited to go, because people! Conversation! Dressing up and wearing lipstick and socializing! It was all so exciting.
I was careful all day with my eating because I did not want to embarrass myself with socially embarrassing gas or by getting sick.
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I’m writing again. Wait, let me say that with proper emphasis and maybe you will hear the awe and wonder and excitement that surrounds every word in that sentence with a sparkly aura of amazement and glee (and even notice the little shadow behind it that says quietly in a mournful Eeyore voice “but for how long?”): I. Am writing. Again. Read More »
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It’s like a hilarious joke, or something. One of the things that used to make me angry when I was fat was that my body was considered public property. That I had a very visible and distinct physical characteristic which people felt the need to comment on. As if the fact of my fat and my size needed to be acknowledged, strangers felt it was important to demonstrate their powers of observation, helpful assholes felt it necessary to remind me of my great and space-hogging size and how offensive it was to right-thinking people. That when someone would look at me, you could almost hear them measuring out my width in inches, comparing it to their own width, breathing a sigh of relief when they assured themselves that they may have Figure Flaws, but at least their figured wasn’t that flawed! Read More »
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<p>More or less officially, I am out of work. I had a contract job as a proofreader at an advertising agency; they wanted me full time, and to run the department. I said I can only do part-time! They took me on, anyway. When I didn’t change my mind about working for them full-time, they... Read More »
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Shauna is Dietgirl. She has Amazing Adventures, and writes not only a so-good blog about them, but also, recently, a book. It is, you will be astonished to learned, called The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl, and it is marvelous–it’s funny, moving, beautifully written, with a cast of wonderful characters and a story at the heart of it that will make you feel, for real, inspired and hopeful. It’s not a book about dieting, about how happiness is only achievable if you’re thin, but a book about health and about happiness. Read More »
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Recently, in a pool-side conversation, I commented that Natalie Portman is just a bit too Audrey Hepburn for me. Don't get me wrong, I think Ms. Portman is the bee's knees...and Audrey Hepburn was the picture of grace and beauty. My point was that Hollywood, and...
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When you look through magizines all you see is very skinny people showing off the latest fashions. These people are a examples of a poorly run society. Teens, for example, look in the mirror and see themselves as fat and unattractive. This really makes me angry, how can someone cause this kind of... Read More »
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Who doesn't love the Olympics? In real life, I hate sports. I don't get why some kid gets a free ride to college because he can throw a football, while brilliant minds languish because of lack of funds. I don't get why Kobe Bryant makes millions of dollars and still misses the net, and...
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