Time did a “One Day in America” special report, which contained an entertaining and simultaneously depressing segment on average job happiness: http://www.time.com/time/2007/america_numbers/job.html. It provided a more comprehensive approach than the reiteration of the fact that dentists are most likely to commit suicide, and air traffic controllers have the highest stress levels. Shocking, I know.
With so many grouchy New Yorkers, I am dubious of the results. However, I figure that the severely-under-caffeinated-late-to-work-suit would have had no time to stop his or her busy life to speak to a member of the smiling, survey-waving corps.
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.
A myriad of random, yet suavely coordinated snark about pop-culture, news tidbits, and well, whatever “sXePhil” can think of. He caters directly to the intelligent-yet-goldfish-like-brain in all of us, and, personally, I can’t get enough. For some quality hilarity, watch:
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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.