Note in this fairly recent magazine issue an anorexic Tara Reid, right next to a ditty about “The Biggest Loser.”
I’m almost too outraged to respond, but that would be furthering the issue, and ignorance is not the key. There is no question that returning to a healthy body image is of utmost concern, just as there is no question that the images we are constantly bombarded with portray a largely unhealthy ideal.
My schpeal: You are beautiful. Love yourself. Love the body you are given. Do not let food and weight take up time in these precious moments we are given to live in. They are numbers that do not add up to happiness. For anybody who has trouble accepting their body and loving it as it deserves:
Today’s post is devoid of the traditional snark, in efforts to be thoroughly contemplated as a serious issue.
I ran across an interesting post in the underbelly of the gawker archives today about New Yorkers and their missed connections:
Here is a sample of one of these tantilizing pie charts:
Enjoy, fellow New Yorkers and Craigslist perusers.
We pay homage to some hilarious Bardians who formed their own video sketch comedy group, Olde English, that will rock your socks right out from your now-made-by-Nike Chuck Taylors. This is one of their earliest videos (one of my personal favorites) that you’ll appreciate if you’ve ever waken up and not been able to figure out if you had feet, much less where they might be if you had them. Presenting: Hello? Fuck!
They also made a stellar rap video about the NYC Mayor’s Office of Film’s proposed regulations, which have since been reconsidered due to the angry mob of New York artists armed with heavy equipment and tortured souls (in that beautiful way).