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.
After trying to find mental, physical, and spiritual peace from many traditional literary sources, and failing in the way road-kill failed to adequately cross the highway, I desperately searched in [insert name of large, seemingly-soulless bookstore chain]. I came across a book that I had previously overlooked for its seemingly pop-culture version of Zen Buddhism: Hardcore Zen by Brad Warner. What I failed to realize was, it addressed more issues pertinent to my life than any of the others did, and took itself with a healthy dose of doubt and cynicism.
Perhaps, I am merely a pop-culture whore who cannot recognize spiritual growth when it hits me with a monster truck. However, I would rather think that although this approach is far from conventional, it offers more merits in its ironically down-to-earth style.
Take a look at a new sketch/drawing blog of mine: http://cinamin.wordpress.com/
Here’s a sample:
About 14 months ago, this appeared on 13th Street, except at the time, it was filled with pennies. Some individual thought that in a city where there are thousands of people begging in the streets, it would be funny to super-glue money to the pavement. They remained there until the solvent was worn down by wind, rain, angry wage-slaves’ shoes, and accidental liabtions of coffee. This sadistic fiend probably has a covert video of people struggling to pry change from the ground like Dan Quayle struggled to spell, speak, or do anything requiring mild competence.
Here is yet one more New Yorker seeking to gain pleasure by making others’ lives more miserable than their own. Although, in the end, some lucky person may have walked away $1.08 richer.
While minding my own business on a casual Sunday walk, I was viscerally confronted by this:
Of course, being armed with a camera at all times, my alarm led to immediate documentation. Is this really what we’re marketing as a “hip” drink? “Excite your mind” seems a little ironic for the slogan. If you do just that, you may find yourself thinking: Why am I drinking from a grenade? I thought the Cocaine energy drink was the most controversially edgy drink I would ever find, but society has a way of exceeding your expectations in a let’s-steamroller-over-every-shred-of-common-decency-we-have way. Apparently, not only can movies capitalize on post-9/11 hype, but so can the food industry. So long as they don’t start making Saddam blow-up dolls (yeah, I know, horrible pun), I’ll continue to have faith in humanity… or maybe just shock marketing campaigns.