Just wanted to point out something I thought about this morning on the way to work, after remembering that tonight is the Winter Olympics opening ceremonies: a friend and I watched part of the 2008 Summer Olympics opening ceremonies from a Schlotzsky’s Deli in Berlin, just around the corner from the Checkpoint Charlie museum. So weird for two native Texans to watch a television event taking place in China from a chain restaurant in Berlin that was originally founded in Texas.
*Note: we did not choose to go into a Schlotszky’s in Europe on purpose.
Roger Ebert is kicking all kinds of blog ass right now, you guys. Today I learned from him that the Nehi in Nehi orange soda is not now and was never spelled Knee High. I always assumed it was, and it made me think of toddlers drinking orange soda from their baby bottles.
“While the media insists on calling this a ‘sexting-related suicide,’ it’s much more accurately referred to as a ‘slut-shaming suicide.’ Because the photograph she sent is not what drove this poor girl to kill herself — the non-consensual spreading of the photograph, and the subsequent reaction that her classmates and all adults in positions of authority had to it seems to absolutely have been what drove her to despair.”
Yes, and if I never hear the word “sexting” again, I’ll be happy. (via mefi)
Do you guys know about Kasmeneo on Flickr? He is a dude who lives in Germany and posts photos of the outfits he wears. He buys whatever clothes he wants, regardless of what gender they’re intended for, and wears them with style. In other words, he looks awesome. This is one of my favorites.
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this story about the photos featured in the 1965 book A Child Is Born (a book that fascinated me as a kid), but I still find it pretty interesting, and fraught with dramatic irony. Photos taken of aborted fetuses are used as propaganda by pro-life activists; perfect!
“By age 7, almost half of the jittery babies had developed symptoms of anxiety — fear of thunder or dogs or darkness, extreme shyness in the classroom or playground — compared with just 10 percent of the more easygoing ones.” I had all of those symptoms as a child, so if this study holds true, it’s no wonder I’ve got anxiety.
