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about a girl (because we still don't get it)
Insightful quotes from this article into what it actually means to be a woman with a "curvy" figure.
It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I finally started coming round to the idea that my breasts were my own, not just unwanted appendages attached to my body. Until then I hadn’t seen them as a part of me at all. I had thought of them almost as a ( Read more... ) -
My resolutions. Bitch.
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My xmas carol. Bitch.
Twelve pirates drumming
Eleven forests piping
Ten adbusters a-leaping
Nine highlighters dancing
Eight sailboats a-milking
Seven elephants a-writing
Six masquerades a-reading
Five co-o-o-ool belts
Four strange things
Three cool museums
Two organized binders
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Jewish people.
In chat tonight, my sister and I were discussing a favorite (yet slightly depressing) subject: how many purely incredible people are/were Jewish. The list is truly daunting to non-Jews like ourselves: Bob Dylan, Jesus Christ, Albert Einstein, Jon Stewart, Jack Black, Gwyneth Paltrow, Woody Allen, Sacha Cohen, Paul Newman, Daniel Day-Lews, Natalie ( Read more... ) -
Conversation
This is an amazing chat conversation I had with my good friend Thalia. ("Do you see your father often?" "No, actually, we're just good friends.") It deals with sexism, racism, and the Myth of the Woman. Check it out. "Me" = Thalia.
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Every day must have a color cast, from when the fingernails run across the mind--and the body yet complains (I'm too heavy, I'm too heavy)--to when the darkness and the rain drive the body back here, to this light; drive the body to bring its darkness closer to this light. And leaning over this wood, it is something dead and dumb, deaf and numb, ( Read more... ) -
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We lay foundations for this life in this river and watch them wear away, and every sigh you plant in time just lays its chin on my blue windowsill like a reaching willow branch. The roof is swaybacked and mossy, the floors creak, the plaster cracks, the paint chips, the walls groan. We're drinking hot milky tea from mugs that children painted with ( Read more... ) -
For Jinx
I always thought of him as someone who would leave long aching waves carving away at our small brave outcroppings of land. I always thought of eyes blinking open and shut, open and shut, with all the colors of the world spinning by before them. I always thought of that one impossibly hot, impossibly bright day in the darkest part of Brooklyn--the ( Read more... ) -
Bands Touring Europe
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