The shameless ones pace back and forth, rights have been denied Stood together tirelessly lock and step in line Knife in the back another betrayal They were fed up they wanted a new way On December one the line had been drawn New contracts and a better wage
The quotas were met the goals always reached Profits soared higher and higher Not a word was said though one ended dead conditions were those of a slaughter no budget could tame the wage you boys claim we can’t afford you no more something’s not right when I can’t sleep at night I notice all your yachts and your cars
They stood together in solidarity lock and step in line Held their ground did not back down In the winter of 79
I have long loved this song and this band. They were singing about the 99% long before that term was brought into use.
For my birthday this year, Megincognito took me out for pizza at Dewey’s, which is pretty much the best pizza I’ve ever had. One of our local Dewey’s in a mall-like thing right on the river. Normally we avoid even mall-like places, but Dewey’s is great and we were in the mood for pizza.
On the way there, for some reason, she dug into her ginormous bag and pulled out—-a banana. She asked if I wanted the banana. While I wasn’t particularly hungry for bananas, I said that I did want it because (and at this point I started giggling for some reason) “I am going to walk around a mall carrying a banana.” I’m not sure why that made me laugh except, maybe, because how often do you see a really fat girl in argyle knee-socks wielding a banana as she walks through a mall? Something in the absurdity struck me as enormously funny.
fuckyeahawesomefood/1612th (the person sending me these asinine asks)
I could really go on and on, but since I never said I was Rosie O’Donnell and since I’m not anybody but who it says over in my about section (peep it, if you haven’t), I don’t see the point. Also. der.
“All the paganism, Tantra, meditation, sacred sex, and BDSM sex magic(k) books and workshops represent a step backward. They are very convenient ways of rationalizing sexual pleasure by letting people claim that it’s about “something more” than just making your body feel good. All the sweat and cum and juices and the delicious, confusing carnality of sex get shoved back into the closet in favor of much tidier abstractions so that we can believe that we’re not just shallow hedonists. And that takes us back to square one, where we were told by our teachers, priests, and parents that sex was good — or at least acceptable — when done for any reason other than physical pleasure.”—
Oh yeah? Well who the fuck says hedonism can’t be spiritual? And who says we all fuck the same? You don’t get “something more” with your carnal pleasure? Sorry. Too bad. Doesn’t mean it’s the same for everyone.
Don’t take the body out of sex. Don’t take the ‘soul’ out of sex either. You know what, how about just stop fucking telling people how to enjoy their sex.
Why is it accepted that some people who eat a ton of food can stay thin, but not accepted that some people who eat a small amount of food can be fat?
Since thin people get diabetes, heart disease and high blood pressure, why is becoming thin suggested as a cure?
Why bother using BMI as a substitute for metabolic health measures when we can easily test metabolic health measures?
Doctors treat thin people for joint pain with options other than weight loss, why don’t they give fat people those same treatments?
Why do we believe that doing unhealthy things (liquid diet, smoking, urine injections coupled with starvation, stomach amputation) will lead to a healthy body?
If the diet industry’s product actually “cured fatness”, wouldn’t their profits be going down instead of up as more and more people were permanently thin?
Isn’t it medically unethical to prescribe something without telling your patients that it works less than 5% of the time with a much greater chance at leaving you heavier and less healthy than when you started?
Why do people continue to think that shaming people will lead them to health?
Why do we accept wide variations in things like foot and hand size, nose and lip shape etc. but expect every body to fit into a very narrow proportion of height and weight?
If weight gain isn’t proven to cause diabetes, high blood pressure etc., why would weight loss be recommended as a cure?
Since weight loss ads have to carry a “results not typical” warning, shouldn’t doctors have to give patients a similar warning?
Why do people take the time to come to my blog and make death threats?
Does anyone really succeed at hating themselves healthy? If so is it worth it?
If we’ve been prescribing dieting since the 1800s and still can’t prove that it works, shouldn’t we be trying something else?
How is it possible that suggesting that healthy habits are the best chance for a healthy body is controversial?
That not so much awkward as slightly creepy moment when you have the house to yourself for the first time in years, maybe, so you decide to get into Supernatural and about 4 episodes in, even though no one for more than 500 miles has the key, you hear a sound very like that made when your door is being unlocked.
“A woman is not a pear tree
thrusting her fruit in mindless fecundity
into the world. Even pear trees bear
heavily in one year and rest and grow the next.
An orchid gone wild drops few warm rotting
fruit in the grass but the trees stretch
high and wiry gifting the birds forty
feet up among inch long thorns
broken atavistically from the smooth wood.
A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.
You plant corn and you harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to
butcher for chops. You slice the mountain
in two for a road and gouge the high plains
for coal and the waters run muddy for
miles and years. Fish die but you do not
call them yours unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies like iceberg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cough to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o’clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can’t get
Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants discipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad is summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.”—