Kate Middleton has always looked familiar to me. Now I know why. (I don't think Kate Middleton is evil or will grow tentacles and turn into Ursula. I just think there's a resemblance there, ya know?)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
Showing posts with label Can I just say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Can I just say. Show all posts
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
A conversation with Life
Life: Hey Whitney! How are you these days?
Me: I'm good. Well, actually, I'm kind of upset with you.
Life: Why? What did I do this time?
Me: Well, I've discovered something that's a little unfair about you. And it's upsetting me.
Life: I know. I know. It's not fair that some people are rich and some people are poor. And it's not fair that children are starving in the world while you get to throw away food. I get it. But, that's just me. That's just Life.
Me: Oh, actually I was talking about something else that's not fair. And now that I think about it, it pales in comparison to the disparity you just mentioned.
Life: Well, what is it? What's so unfair?
Me: Well, I just noticed noticed something in the mirror today. I'm just getting over a minor breakout of zits. AND I have a few gray hairs. And I was just thinking that it's not really fair that I'm too old for zits and too young for gray hair, yet I have them both...at.the.same.time.
Life: Ya, you're right. That's not really fair at all. I mean, you probably thought when you were a little girl that there would be a time in your life that you'd have clear skin and thick, beautiful, dark brown hair. And that it would be like that for a good chunk of your life.
Me: Ya! I did, actually.
Life: Well, sorry sister. That's just not how I go. That's not the way Life works. But at least you have your health. And food to eat. And a place to sleep at night. And clothes to wear. And...
Me: Ok ok I get it. I'll shut up now...
Me: I'm good. Well, actually, I'm kind of upset with you.
Life: Why? What did I do this time?
Me: Well, I've discovered something that's a little unfair about you. And it's upsetting me.
Life: I know. I know. It's not fair that some people are rich and some people are poor. And it's not fair that children are starving in the world while you get to throw away food. I get it. But, that's just me. That's just Life.
Me: Oh, actually I was talking about something else that's not fair. And now that I think about it, it pales in comparison to the disparity you just mentioned.
Life: Well, what is it? What's so unfair?
Me: Well, I just noticed noticed something in the mirror today. I'm just getting over a minor breakout of zits. AND I have a few gray hairs. And I was just thinking that it's not really fair that I'm too old for zits and too young for gray hair, yet I have them both...at.the.same.time.
Life: Ya, you're right. That's not really fair at all. I mean, you probably thought when you were a little girl that there would be a time in your life that you'd have clear skin and thick, beautiful, dark brown hair. And that it would be like that for a good chunk of your life.
Me: Ya! I did, actually.
Life: Well, sorry sister. That's just not how I go. That's not the way Life works. But at least you have your health. And food to eat. And a place to sleep at night. And clothes to wear. And...
Me: Ok ok I get it. I'll shut up now...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Dear Society,
I'm guessing you don't see anything wrong with this picture because you helped create this image of "beauty". So I'll fill you in on what I, and I hope many other people, find disturbing about this picture:
Her ribcage. You can actually see the outline of her ribcage.
Now, people will argue that she's naturally thin. And maybe she is. And if there's an uproar over this photo I'm sure she'll say that she actually doesn't think about what she looks like and eats whatever she wants. Maybe she does. But I'm guessing that's not really true, especially being in an industry where your looks are what get you the job.
Unfortunately many young girls and women will see this picture and decide that in order to be beautiful they should be this skinny, they should sport the ribcage look. So it's not enough to be skinny, we have to look borderline emaciated.
I don't get it. I really don't.
Sincerely disgusted,
Whitney
Monday, December 6, 2010
Can I just say
that people really need to be more cautious when waiting for trains. In the last week I've heard of 3 people who fell onto the track and had to be rescued by someone that was brave enough to hop done there and grab them. Yes, I am one of those people who leans out to see if a train is coming because I've probably been waiting for an eternity and a half. But I keep my feet a safe distance away from the edge and just lean over slightly to look.
I guess in their defense, two of the people that fell onto the tracks had seizures. Maybe it's just me (and I haven't ever had a seizure so I can't speak from experience) but it seems like if you know you are prone to seizures (i.e. epileptic) you would just not go near the edge of the platform. You would keep a safe distance (like as far away from the edge as possible) just in case you had a seizure. Then you'd have a good 5 feet or so to not fall onto the tracks. (Like I said, I've never had a seizure so I guess you can't really be aware of what is going on when you are in the middle of one.) But I guess epileptics want to look for oncoming trains too.
The other guy was intoxicated. While I'm glad he wasn't harmed, I was more afraid for the guy who jumped down to save him. He literally pulled him out of the way seconds before the train entered the station.
So people, please stop falling onto subway/train tracks! Because as much as I want to save you I won't be jumping down there, for 2 reasons:
1) I have a baby who needs me and while it would be nice to be considered a hero, I'll take being Blake's regular mom any day.
2) I'm pretty sure I'd just be making the situation worse because there's no way I can lift an adult back onto the subway platform.
Don't get me wrong, I'll be up on the platform ready to pull you up and help you get to safety. Just don't expect me to jump down and save you. (Is that terrible? I don't know.)
I guess in their defense, two of the people that fell onto the tracks had seizures. Maybe it's just me (and I haven't ever had a seizure so I can't speak from experience) but it seems like if you know you are prone to seizures (i.e. epileptic) you would just not go near the edge of the platform. You would keep a safe distance (like as far away from the edge as possible) just in case you had a seizure. Then you'd have a good 5 feet or so to not fall onto the tracks. (Like I said, I've never had a seizure so I guess you can't really be aware of what is going on when you are in the middle of one.) But I guess epileptics want to look for oncoming trains too.
The other guy was intoxicated. While I'm glad he wasn't harmed, I was more afraid for the guy who jumped down to save him. He literally pulled him out of the way seconds before the train entered the station.
So people, please stop falling onto subway/train tracks! Because as much as I want to save you I won't be jumping down there, for 2 reasons:
1) I have a baby who needs me and while it would be nice to be considered a hero, I'll take being Blake's regular mom any day.
2) I'm pretty sure I'd just be making the situation worse because there's no way I can lift an adult back onto the subway platform.
Don't get me wrong, I'll be up on the platform ready to pull you up and help you get to safety. Just don't expect me to jump down and save you. (Is that terrible? I don't know.)
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