fight or flight
So interesting is the human reflex when fear kicks in. We call it “fight or flight.” What I really love is the way that you think you should behave is not always how you react.
Exhibit A: I have a friend, we’ll call him Larry, who is a big talker. Nice guy, big talker. Doesn’t seem very threatening, but constantly reminds you that he could beat the shit out of any one who crossed his path.
feminism and death
Oh, Time.
If you haven’t read the article, read it now. Then we’ll have a little “rap” session, as Time wishes we would still do, sitting in a circle, with beads and crystals all around us, discussing babies and the “evils” of alcohol.”Is Feminism Dead?” I equate this question with “Is self-esteem dead?” “Who likes being a woman?” “Still wish you gals were like us?”
confessions of a beastie girl
With the debut of the Beastie Boys’ new album Hello Nasty in a couple of days I’ve been doing much bouncing and wiggling in anticipation.
take your time
She liked to take her time. That was part of her problem. The world often went too fast for her. She never had time to decide what she really wanted to eat, and usually settled on something that she had before, that she felt safe with. The same thing would often happen when shopping for a new dress. The familiar florals comforted her, and she felt she didnt have the luxury through all of the “can-I-help-you-ma’am’s” and “do-you-want-to-try-these-ons” to try out the new, bold, striped outfit that she wanted so desperately to wear. She was an aggressive woman trapped inside of a wallflower. Her mind got mad at her often. Why did she stick to these annoying habits?
say anything (stargazing…)
I saw Lili Taylor at Ruta Maya Coffee shop last week. I knew it was her. Man, she looked just the same. She’s just about my height, just a little shorter, and just as pretty as I thought she’d be. How appropriate that she was in Say Anything…, because I did anything but that. I just started at her. She was complaining that her Latte didn’t taste right and I wanted to say something witty and profound so that she’d go, “You must be a comedian or an actor or at least have a little playwrighting and/or directing training.
atkins schmatkins.
Do not taunt the child. Screw the diet.
So here’s what happened. My boyfriend lost a ton of weight, continues to lose a ton of weight, feels good, looks good… pisses me off. I on the other hand, lost a couple of pounds, but they were all in tears. Man, I cried at the drop of a hat, gagged at the sight of food, and hated everyone. Headache for three days straight (coming off of caffeine) and tired and sweaty all the time. Every woman I know that has tried this diet has become miserable. It has something to do with hormones, I’m sure. Men can abuse their bodies much more easily… if only I hadn’t been on my period when I started the thing… I don’t know.
Sick Me.
Do not taunt the child.
I’m sick. I’m tired. I don’t know what’s going on in my body, but stupid me decided to try that Atkins diet (low carb/ high protein) and I feel like shit. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, food makes me sick. I can’t stop crying because I got my period and now I feel like hell. I can’t sleep, I’m sunburned.
fear me. loathe me.
So I’m a little upset. I just finished watching Eve’s Bayou last night. Man, it was incredible. I can’t believe it didn’t get ANY nominations last year. I mean, it was well-written, had direction that utilized theatrical conventions, it had strong performances from young actors (usually the pit-fall of every major motion picture) and it was filmed beautifully. To quote my boyfriend, “it had atmosphere.” Nothing. No mention. Just another film to the list of 1997- The Year the Academy Ignored. Donnie Brasco, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Austin Powers, and now Eve’s Bayou. Fuck L.A. Confidential. It sucked. Kim Basinger couldn’t act wet in the shower. 1997 was about money. What made money and what made money while it looked like it didn’t or it couldn’t. “Oh, here’s your obligatory pat on the back, The Full Monty. Aren’t you foreign filmmakers cute?” “Oh, Mr. Damon, Mr. Affleck, have a screenwriting award. We’ll ignore your acting talent until you’ve put in the time. Minnie who? Is she British? Well, nominate her, I guess. We’ll give the award to an American, anyway.” Jesus Christ.
Hey, I like the Bulls. I know this is not the “cool” thing to do right now. These people who have decided to like the Jazz for the past three weeks seem to be the most pissed off about the whole thing. How can you decide not to root for a team anymore because they win too often? Oh, they are too good? They have style, and they are classic basketball players. They keep the games interesting. They are interesting, intelligent personalities. They make you feel something. Whether you love ‘em or hate ‘em, you feel something for them. And you can’t hate them for making you feel more passionate about the game. And that’s why I keep watching them. Going out on top…that’s the way to do it this year.
Have you noticed that the media is going crazy with the phrase “Fear and Loathing…?” “Fear and Loathing in Austin’s night clubs.” “Fear and Loathing in Kathie Lee’s sweatshop.” “Clearance sale causes fear and loathing.” And anything “Zilla.” And mixing Godzilla with the lizards from Fear and Loathing… Terry Gilliam should sue. Get together with Perry Farrell, who should sue for every use of the word “palooza” when a bunch of shit is happening.
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