Okay, I don’t like Nickelback. So I’m a little biased on this one, but I found these quite amusing. Note: I did NOT WRITE THESE, but feel free to bash them in the comments =)
–Another mediocre somewhat popular nu-metal band, this time from Canada, which isn’t a surprise considering their musical track record (Avril, Celine Dion, Barenaked Ladies, etc). Lead singer Chad is an extremely nasal “Marlboro Man” type vocalist who sounds constipated on a permanent basis. Guitar consists mostly of easy-to-play power chords that give the band a “tough” sound to the untrained ear, but a closer look reveals a band that has nothing to offer creatively. They were recently exposed recycling their music in their two hit singles, “How You Remind Me” and “Someday”, which sound …
Some good news emerged last week from the awful murder case of Angie Zapata, a transgendered young woman who was murdered by Allen Andrade in a terrible hate crime. The conviction– first-degree murder and life in prison without parole– is a landmark decision as far as transgender hate crimes have gone.
I’m really happy about this verdict- but obviously, at the same time there is so much sadness in this whole case. Especially the part about how the defense’s argument was essentially that Andrade was justified in murdering Zapata because he was under the impression that Zapata was a biological male, and murdered because he was “in the heat of passion.”
Yes, because HE was confused about somebody else’s gender, it’s reasonable that he should want to murder the person …
So, this past weekend I went to NYC with my friends Marissa and Jess to walk/run the More/Fitness Half Marathon. And…it was intense.
Let’s get this straight: I’m possibly the laziest person alive. I’m that person everybody hates because they complain about having to move their hand about 6 inches to grab the remote to change the channel. I admit this not with pride but with resignation.
For example, my school is having a field day. It’s mostly for fun so the activities were kind of silly (3 legged race, etc), but most of them did involve moving. I signed up for “balloon shaving” and “banner making.” The fact that I make a mean banner is completely irrelevant right now (my block letters are impeccable). More on that later.
Awww. I love the earth…and apparently it loves me too!
Okay, so I kind of missed this one, seeing how there’s only about 1.5 hrs left of Earth Day. But in the spirit of celebrating the planet, check out www.earthday.net.
You can call the Capitol Switchboard and urge your Congress member to support the Markey Climate Bill, calculate your ecological footprint, and do all kinds of proactive, environmental stuff. Lots of easy ways to help save us all from a future of global warming induced doom and destruction!
Also, check out MTV’s Break the Addiction – a really cool youth-oriented environmentalist campaign. They’re all over that shit.
Environmentalism is cool and REALLY important so let’s all make yet another pact to get more involved in the environment, mkay?
And there you have it. Axe is just so enticing, women revert to their animalistic instincts, beating off each other, running miles, just to reach this delicious piece of man meat. I’m actually surprised that they’re wearing bikinis. Why not go the whole way and just have them be naked?
Where’s that subtler sexism I’m getting so used to now? You know, the kind where there’s no doubt in your mind it’s sexist, but it’s not as easy to convince people about it as you’d think. Not true for this commercial. Axe has brought back the good old sexism we were just getting around to missing: mass numbers of blatantly sexualized women craving just one studly guy.
The biggest problem with this commercial is it falls into that category of: Why Can’t Feminists Ever Take a Joke? I’ve tried to talk about this commercial with guys. It’s always “they’re just kidding,” or, “it’s not like it’s real, it’s just a fantasy, so what’s the problem.” …
Your fingers dig deep into my skin
cold and calloused, they didn’t seem apt for impalement before
but sticking from my sides are the words you leave me with
twisting my organs into ice as the sink farther
and I am dense.
But somehow this new rigid body is more limp
than the form that came before it.
No one told me that worth wanes in time
and flames mutually ignited could be claimed as one’s own.
I try to claim what is left of this light
it might help me regain what I have lost
if your body wouldn’t shield the remains
and dig your fingers deep into my flesh
so that they might stay warm.
I will simply wait to thaw and melt,
the warm liquid condensing on my cheeks,
until I find that form again.
I don’t know how I’ve never heard about Rita Levi Montalcini. I seriously wish she were my grandma or at least a great aunt.
Rita, a Nobel Prize-winning scientist for discovering mechanisms that regulate the growth of cells and organs, and Italian senator for life turned 100 today (HAPPY BIRTHDAY). I read about her on the huffington post- an article during which she basically spews brilliance, saying “Above all, don’t fear difficult moments. The best comes from them” and
“I should thank Mussolini for having declared me to be of an inferior race. This led me to the joy of working, not any more unfortunately, in university institutes but in a bedroom.”
Seriously? This woman won a NOBEL PRIZE despite a fascist regime full of anti-Semitism …
