I could segue into some political rant here, a slick dismissal of the Bush administration, perhaps, or a paragraph declaring my support for Barack Obama. But the moment I walked into the soup kitchen — the moment I acknowledged, publicly, that I could not provide food for myself or my children (which is why the soup kitchen is so much more difficult than the food bank) — is the moment that my ability to believe in the politics of this country was forever altered. I know why poor people have historically low voter-turnout rates. If you vote, you acknowledge that you believe in the system. And to believe in the system when you’re at the very bottom, when you’ve watched the chrome and ink-black SUVs drive by while you’re packing your own beater with dried beans and lentils, to believe at that point is fucking painful. You either say the system works and you’ve earned your place, or you concede that there is something wrong and there might not be any way to fix it. —
From Our cupboard was bare. I think jgh mentioned this yesterday, but stories like this stand in sharp contrast to the constant Tumblr posts about the Blueprint cleanse.
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So beautifully and truthfully put.
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New Dita Von Teese collection for Wonderbra. Word
Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it. —
Maya Angelou
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I feel very strongly that the word “elegant” should only be used in reference to evening gowns, and “luxurious” should only be used when referencing bedding and very occasionally upholstery. Any other use of either word is like fingernails on a chalkboard for me.
Dimitri ruined the word “elegant” forever.
Dita’s new line for Wonderbra hits this fall. She is so adorable.
Hot. I want that bra.
BINGO.
My #1 pet-peeve.
there's so much to be ashamed of here. -
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Love her.
My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate, that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to thier best interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out. —
Joan Didion
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Twenty-three-year-old Louis Deenan, undeniably the most detestable, loathsome individual ever to walk the earth, willfully decided Monday to devote his miserable life and all of its awful ambitions to the field of marketing. “I think it’s the career path that will best utilize my networking skills and my ability to think outside the box,” said Deenan, whose smug, gloating tone and shit-eating smile just make you want to punch his goddamn teeth in. —
World’s Worst Person Decides To Go Into Marketing | The Onion
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*Yeah, it’s a bit much but I missed a week.
We are the daughters of feminists who said “You can be anything” and we heard “You have to be everything. —
-Courtney Martin, Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters
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Yep, pretty true.
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I want to hold onto every painful scrap; they substantiate me. —
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You guys, this is going to be the best thing that ever happened to any of us. -
I mean, I laughed AND cried and that’s only the preview.
Laughed? Check.
Cried? Check.
When does this fabulousness begin?