Beyonce kicking the shit out of a crazed blonde obsessed with stealing her husband?
No more waiting to exhale...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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Labels: Movies
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
All the (little tiny) single ladies...
So, while we ooh, and ahh..about how cute she is, and how well she does the moves for such a little girl....I'd like to report to you that this kind of thing has more or less replaced skipping, and playing ball in the schoolyard for girls.
I think it's more than a little sad that little girls don't want to be little girls anymore.
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12:23 p.m.
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Labels: children, Observations
Monday, December 22, 2008
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3:10 p.m.
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Labels: Oh Gimme a BREAK, wtf
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Switched At Birth
On a summer day in 1951, two baby girls were born in a hospital in small-town Wisconsin. The infants were accidentally switched, and went home with the wrong families. One of the mothers realized the mistake but chose to keep quiet. Until the day, more than 40 years later, when she decided to tell both daughters what happened. How the truth changed two families' lives—and how it didn't.
Amazing if you've got an hour to listen to this story.
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11:14 p.m.
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Labels: Documentaries
Who do you think you are?
Studs Terkel, the Chicago reporter who recorded oral histories of ordinary Americans, died last week. We assembled a collection of his work from his Hard Times radio series, in which people talk about their experiences during the Depression—how everyone simultaneously became poor, regardless of their class.
If you don't listen to the whole thing...at least listen to the segment on memories of the depression.
There is also discussion and interviews around Obama's victory, and the ambivalence of many African Americans.
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9:00 p.m.
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Labels: Documentaries, Miscellaneous, Retro
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Whine at the Buffett
What's it like when your grandpa is the richest man in the world? For Nicole Buffett, it means forgoing cable TV and health insurance and making do on $40,000 a year. Here, she dishes on her upbringing and why her grandfather Warren Buffett disowned her.
Forgive me if I have a hard time mustering up sympathy for an adult who isn't getting coin from their rich relatives.
Committed to instilling those homespun values in his grandkids, Buffett agreed to pay for their college educations — and nothing more. He picked up the six-figure tab for Nicole's art school tuition. Once, Nicole called her grandfather's office to ask if he'd help her buy a futon when she moved to an off-campus apartment. "You know what the rules are: school expenses only," his secretary told her.
Grandpa gave her a "six-figure" college education which is more than most of the population gets from their family to go to school...and while we're at it, if she was so concerned about money...why not study something that's going to make you some money?
...Meanwhile, she makes a living off of her art, which is more than a lot of artists can boast.
I'm sure that her surname doesn't hurt her where interest in her pieces are concerned.
The perceived sense of entitlement and Nicole's self-appointed role as family spokesperson prompted Buffett to tell Peter that he'd renounce her. A month later, the mega-billionaire mailed Nicole a letter in which he cautioned her about the pitfalls of the Buffett name: "People will react to you based on that 'fact' rather than who you are or what you have accomplished." He punctuated the letter by declaring, "I have not emotionally or legally adopted you as a grandchild, nor have the rest of my family adopted you as a niece or a cousin." Nicole was devastated. "He signed the letter 'Warren,'" she says. "I have a card from him just a year earlier that's signed 'Grandpa.'"
Yeah, because the best way to endear ourselves to the cash holder with the moneybags in the family is to slag them in the press.
I smell an expose book deal.
P.S.: Here's Nicole's website. You tell me if it's worth 6 figures.
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Labels: STFU, Tales of the Insecure
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
When a tour-bus load of would-be Carries, Charlottes, and Samanthas (nope, no Mirandas) go chasing that Sex and the City dream, is it comedy, tragedy, or cultural delusion? Shuttling from a certain sex shop to the Magnolia Bakery, the author ponders their quest.
Firstly, I never understood "Sex in the City-mania", or any other type of obsession with fictional characters.
I don't understand Harry Potter freaks any more than I understand Trekkies, and Star Wars Freaks.
The NYC that these women live in is not one that I was ever familiar with, and I suppose that is part of the appeal for some middle aged women who are living the Ballad of Lucy Jordan....but a bus tour of the haunts of a bunch of fictional characters?
Seriously.
There really is a sucker born every minute.
Oh, ignore me...I'm a pragmatic, wet rag with an over-active sense of reality.
(Article found at Funkaoshi)
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4:28 p.m.
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Labels: Observations
News Flash:
Study shows that life is not some piece of shit film.
and
The Notting Hill effect: How romantic comedies can harm your love life
C'mon...grown women...really.
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8:47 a.m.
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Labels: Chick Stuff, Pointless Pondering
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Russia after The Gulag.
Donald Weber Photography from Nag on the Lake
