05 12 / 2013
"Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it."
02 12 / 2013
For the love of everything beautiful if you are going to make a god damn gif learn how to spell
30 11 / 2013
true dedication is blogging despite the fact that no one paying attention to you
29 11 / 2013
My mother had suffered a series of small strokes. She had Alzheimer’s Disease as well, and she was seriously depressed. I had moved her into a nursing home near my house so I could visit her frequently.
At that time I was going to Mass almost daily. I needed the solace of the quiet half hour every morning. When my parish offered to train people who wanted to become ministers of communion (parishioners who help distribute the bread and wine), I signed up.
Holding up the consecrated bread and saying “The body of Christ” was easy, as was handing the cup to each person in line so they could drink from it. But some parishioners prefer to have the bread placed directly in their mouths, and that’s trickier. The idea is to put it gently on their tongue without getting bitten.
We practiced with one another, the pretend communicant opening her mouth and, ideally, sticking out her tongue; the pretend minister of communion laying the host on it. When we got the hang of it, our training session concluded, and I drove directly to the nursing home to visit my mother.
It was dinnertime at Sandalwood. Mother was in a wheelchair at her table, unable to feed herself, able to swallow only with difficulty. I was not good at getting her to eat, but no attendant was available. So I sat down next to her and picked up a spoon.
I dipped the spoon in the strained spinach and held it up for her to see. She opened her mouth. I put the spinach on her tongue.
I almost said, “The body of Christ.”
As I think back on that moment, I see layers upon layers of symbolic meaning. I’m not going to list them or explain them. I’ll just say that as I fed spinach to my mother, I suddenly understood a lot more about what I’d been doing in church just 30 minutes earlier."
26 11 / 2013
i seriously need help
what’s a good font i can use on my resume that says “i’m crazy sexy and cool but also professional and hardworking” and will help me #rise above the other applicants?
Helvetica. Classic, timeless, perfectly rounded yet tall and sophisticated.
25 11 / 2013
Last night I went to Starbucks and when the guy finished my drink, he bent down and wispered, “Don’t let anyone dull your sparkle.” I just smiled and took my drink, and while I was leaving I heard the other worker saying: “WOULD YOU STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT, NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR INSPERATIONAL SHIT!” and the guy responded with, “Gurl, there is no way in hell I am letting you dull my sparkle.”
Oh my god.
Was his name Tierra
21 11 / 2013
thank you im really good at clicking reblog
The irony of me reblogging this is not lost on me
20 11 / 2013
Health care is literally the only place people pay a different price for literally the same service