The Last Bite and The Gospel of Consumption are two of the best articles I’ve read in awhile, proving that I do indeed see everything through the apocalypse lens.
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“Perhaps, as Schrager points out, people are more willing to give money to animal organizations because they perceive animals as blameless. Battered women? Not so much.” Jezebel on why there are over twice as many animal shelters as battered women shelters. For the record, I agree.
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I used to have this collection of cheesy plastic snowglobes that my friend Ryan would buy for me on his business trips to small Louisiana towns. I don’t have them anymore, and now I really, really want one of these snowglobes instead. Maybe this one with the giant bunnies.
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This isn’t news to me (or anyone, probably), as I remember feeling fat in the fifth grade (I wasn’t). Dieting didn’t start until junior high, but the unhealthy body image definitely started in elementary school.
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“Stores in high foot traffic areas have always thrown their doors open in the summer and blasted the AC, knowing that sweaty people will come in and browse just to get out of the sun. But now that strategy is not only hugely expensive, but bad PR as well…” The other day Michael and I walked past the gigantic open windows at Molotov, and Michael said, “Wow, that’s such a waste.” I’ve taught him well.
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“David’s older sister, three younger sisters, and his brother, the baby in the family, have appeared in many of his stories, which recast a family history Tiffany feels is filled with pain into funny, often insightful essays that explore what family means. It isn’t necessarily a family its members recognize.”
This article about his sister Tiffany answers some questions I’ve always had about David Sedaris.
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“By renormalizing the model’s waistline, Maxim Mexico takes a bold socio-political stance in the ongoing battle of the politics of representation, clearly referencing the oppressive reification of male-gaze heteronormative modes of synthesis in a semiotic blancmange of post-structural teakettle barbecue hatstand fishmonger.”
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just wanted to say, i loved the small!
Well, since I can’t comment on the small’s re-introductory post, I’ll comment here: Fuck yeah the small!
let’s be relativist here. why is the small the small? why is the small not the normal, and the normal is the huge?? it is society, putting a label on the small, telling it what to expect from itself, making sure it stays in place: you’re just the small. only the small. don’t try too hard, small. aspire to a good part-time job and a condo, maybe the treasurer of the condo association. a girlfriend, perhaps, whom you met on the bus route to the odd lots, and if you’re good and save up, a movie once a week. brush your teeth twice a day, and floss. you can do it, small. we’re all cheering for you.
I think if the normal was the huge, I’d pressure myself to perform. I’d go to write something in the huge, and I’d think to myself, “Let’s hit this one out of the park! It’s gotta be HUGE!” It might be a recipe for failure.
Plus I can’t say the word huge without doing it in a Scottish accent. Everyone would get tired of that pretty quickly.
i am hearing it right now, (scottish voice), “theees, theeees is foookin’ HEUGE!!”
Visions of possible apocalyptic scenarios:
Blade Runner
Mad Max
The Stand by Stephen King
Yay for the small! We love the small!
On the relative scale, sometimes the small is vast.