I say “enough” of those “Remember her? Once beautiful, wait until you see her now” clickbait (is that what you call it?) ads.
Once beautiful implies that there is an expiration date to the standard of beauty as we have come to define it. You should be ashamed of yourself for fat-shaming my girls Kirstie Allie and Jamie Lee Curtis.
Yes, their physical appearances have altered somewhat, but, as I recall, I was drawn to Kirstie as the sultry-voiced airhead with the hottest green eyes and tousled auburn hair.
So what is the issue?
Her voice isn’t any fatter.
Her hair isn’t fat.
And go ahead and lie to me as you tell me JLC is a mess. Tell me you never stopped the VCR or CD and hit “Pause” when she took off her top in Trading Places?
Looked in the mirror lately asshole?
This isn’t Logan’s Run.
We are all dying every second of every day that we are above ground.
And if you are alive, you are beautiful.
I mean it.
The key is to Live Like You Were Dying, possibly my favorite country song of all time.
Goodbye and rest well Madeleine Albright.
She was the first female to hold the post of Secretary of State. A great mind on foreign affairs, you can bet that if she doesn’t find her accommodations suitable, she will speak up about it. There was a woman who was not afraid to speak her mind.
I can’t believe it took so long for the oligarchy that is the airline industry to appeal the mask mandate. People have devolved into contrarian assholes when forced to do anything they don’t care for.
Here’s a thought: an ice shelf in East Antarctica the size of New York City has collapsed as temperatures reached seventy degrees in the area.
No, there’s no global warming.
Say that 100 times and when you are done, you will still be an ignorant dumbass.
I did NOT read the article about the deleterious effects of the USSR-Ukraine war on the superyacht industry.
Here is the preface for the letter “L” from my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!
“Love makes the world go ‘round, but money greases the wheels.”
A brother-ism this time that I am sure, like all good sayings, is stolen. With apologies to Darry Strawberry, “it is money that is the straw that stirs the drink.”
The facts are undeniable. If you have the wherewithall to read these words, take a second to remember all those fellow Earth-mates that do not enjoy what would amount to a real luxury in their lives.
The ability to access and read.
What a better world the entire Sphere of Life would be if the education level of every one of its inhabitants was raised? I suppose it is just too difficult a task to ask of our legislators to use a holistic lens to guide their course of actions rather than the fractured lens obscura through which the only things that are clearly visible to them are precincts, polls, and percentages.
Two words that should never be used in the same room are budget and education. Since I am presuming a certain level of education from our nation’s leaders and shapers of policies, they must see the terms as antithetical. To make it easier for them to understand, just replace the word “Budget” with “Limit” and then let them explain to their own children that the sky is not the limit; it is actually lower due to budget considerations.
But back to love. I love love. I love the feeling people have, the glow they get, and the emotional responses it elicits. I never used to know the true meaning of the words “I love you.”
You remember that feeling you had when you met the very first boyfriend or girlfriend you ever had? Think back to when you wrote their name on everything. The need to see them early in the morning before school, then during breaks from class, skipped classes, and after school. Once home, you were on the phone to them making plans to meet later that night, or at the very latest tomorrow morning before school. Remember how you thought you physically ached because you weren’t together?
After thirty years plus years of marriage I still feel that way about my wife Karen.