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When examining advertising campaigns throughout history different political, economic, and social issues are very obvious. Advertising always seems to mirror not only what is occurring across mass society, but also the themes unique to a diverse group of sub cultures in society during a particular time period. After closely exploring fashion ads throughout history it was clear how the ideas about body image have changed over time. Gradually it has become acceptable to show more and more skin and advertising in general has become much more sexualized. In the book Adorned in Dreams, Elizabeth Wilson explained how people have used fashion as a way to represent themselves and their reactions to society across the decades. She says, “In all societies the body is ‘dressed’, and everywhere dress and adornment play symbolic, communicative and aesthetic roles. Dress is always ‘unspeakably meaningful’.” Wilson goes on to describe how in the twentieth century the integrity of dress has progressed to disassociate itself from the rigid behavioral codes that once sustained it. Fashion has been freed to become both an aesthetic vehicle for experiments in taste and political means of expression for dissidence, rebellion and social reform. In this book Elizabeth has set up an important foundation for further analysis into current fashion advertising. Many of the issues presented in contemporary advertising convey very similar messages about body images; however more distinctions can be made based on the market a particular ad is targeting.
As illustrated through the movie “Happiness Machines”, an important tool in advertising is the ability to create desire. The “desire”/ Consumer society was born after World War I as a response to the fears of the new industrial society that was a product in America from the war. Based on what Bernays had previously learned from his Uncle, Sigmund Freud, about the human mind and subconscious thinking, he realized this would require him to transform the way society thought about products and turn America from a needs based society into a desire culture. He had to create the new types of customers. Bernays began to create many of the techniques of mass consumer persuasion we still use today. He began to glamorize products by placing advertisements linking products with celebrities who used them. He used product placements in movies and dressed the stars for film premiers with the clothes and jewelry from other firms her represented. He told car companies they could sell cars as symbols of male sexuality. He also employed psychologists to claim a product was good for you and pretended they were independent studies. Finally he paid celebrities to repeat the new and essential message; you bought things not just out of need but to express your inner sense of yourself to others. “Wearing certain clothes will make you more attractive”. This caused a change in society called consumerism.
Today desire is still constructed through political, cultural, and economic conditions, but it is also invested with the power to authorize and normalize those conditions (Helstein, That’s Who I Want to be: The Politics and Production of Desire within Nike Advertising to Women). Susan Bordo described how ads play off of the female fear of food and desire to gain control. In Hunger as Ideology Susan Bordo explains the negative effects advertising has on womens’ body image. Throughout history advertising has played off of womens’ fear of food and desire to gain control and while doing so has embedded the idea that men are superior to women and food should be feared by women, as it is a sign of weakness. Marketers try to sell products by showing it as a tool to gain control over some aspect of their lives. Not only do advertisements play off of females’ struggle for control, they also must be considered as gender ideology- that is, as specifically servicing the cultural reproduction of gender differences and gender inequality, quite independent of marketing concerns. Although it is arguable, these desires seems to be an underlying theme in most advertisements. Different markets have unique desires that take precedence in their lives, thus the major distinctions between modern fashion ads lies in the specific market a brand is targeting.
One of the most dominant types of fashion advertising is that of high-end brands. The pages of fashion magazines are filled with ads for brands such as Gucci, Dolce and Gabbana, Fendi, Christian Dior, and Prada just to name a few. Although all the brands have unique ads with their distinct trademark on them, there is an eerie similarity between them all. Slender, blonde, Caucasian females seem to dominate the script for high-end fashion advertising. Although in the 21st century advertising seems to becoming more culturally diverse, even the “ethnic” models have very westernized features. The typical ad depicts this female adorned in the latest fashions by the designer and is preposterously posed in a glamorous setting. Often times sex appeal is created either from the way the model is posed or the ‘lack’ of clothing covering her body. Occasionally males are used in these ads as an accessory to the women. Although society in general has become immune to these imagines since they have become so common, the messages they enforce about body images are not acceptable.
According to The Beauty Myth, as found in the Naomi Wolf readings, a thin, white, blonde woman is considered the 'perfect woman' and the most beautiful woman to feature. The typical high-end fashion ad plays to that stereotype. In The Beauty Myth, Wolf argues that it is men that create this idea of what or whom is "beautiful". It is the men in society that deem white, thin, blonde woman as beautiful, not women. Men create these "beauties" so that culture can remain male and male dominated, as argued by Wolf. The idea of male dominance is very clear in the advertising industry. The readings from Fresh Lipstick by Scott support this idea of the male dominated gaze. Scott mentioned that a male point-of-view shot is just another way for men to continue to dominate society.
This first set of ads comes from the Fall/Winter 2007 fashion ad campaigns of some of the top high-end designers in the industry. Many of the models are either well known super models of famous celebrities. Ads like these are extremely common today in the fashion industry. They are neither innovative nor distinct and they only help to reinforce the body image crisis currently plaguing the general public.
The role the fashion industry plays on society is haunting. The westernized ideals and images of beauty are rapidly scattering through humanity. As discussed in Making the Body Beautiful by Gilman, aesthetic surgery is a growing industry. More and more people want to have western features and the age of the patients undergoing these surgeries keeps getting younger. Gilman said, “Patients seeking rhinoplasty…frequently show signs of guilt-tinged, second-generation rejection of their ethnic background masked by excuses, such as not photographing well.” When people are constantly bombarded with images of Caucasian females modeling the latest fashions and depicted as the “ideal beauty” it creates a desire to have those same features. “Happiness in our modern world is in part defined by the desire to vanish into the world beyond ourselves where there is no difference. We want to become happy like everyone else and thus be absolutely unique in our happiness. This contradiction is at the heart of the matter. The heart of the matter in aesthetic surgery is the common human desire to ‘pass’ (Gilman, 330).” By filling the fashion magazines with models that all share similar features it creates the idea that through plastic surgery one can achieve those same features and in doing so fit into society.
Another popular type of high-end fashion advertising is shock value. Certain brands choose to fulfill their consumer’s need for desire by use of shock value. These ads typically depict a fantasy world in which they illustrate deep desires that might not be considered proper to openly discuss. An example of this type of advertising is the Fall/Winter 2007 ad campaign by Dolce and Gabbana. According to Domenico Dolce the image is artistic and was meant to “recall an erotic dream, a sexual game.” Protesters complained that the ad depicted rape and was demeaning to women. Spain’s Labor and Social Affairs Ministry said in a statement, “One could infer from the advertisement that it is acceptable to use force as a way of imposing oneself on a woman, reinforced by the passive and complicit manner of the men looking on.”
This ad continues to be filled with Caucasian individuals all scantily clad and exposing extremely cut bodies. Naomi Wolf, in The Beauty Myth, explains how images such as this can have negative consequences on men as well as women. “So powerful is pornography, and so smoothly does it blend in with the advertising of products…that many women find their own fantasies and self-images distorted too…So rare is it to see sexual explicitness in the context of love and intimacy on screen that it seems our culture treats tender sexuality as if it were deviant or deprived, while embracing violent or degrading sex as right and healthy (Wolf, 140).” Men also face the stereotypic ideal of how they are supposed to look and act; men must be in shape, toned, tall, with good hair, teeth and eyes. Today, men make up one-third of all cosmetic surgeries. Images are damaging and may lead to inferiority and inadequacy, and can lead to cosmetic surgery. Men are finally understanding and feeling the affects that advertising and unrealistic expectations of beauty. However, women have been dealing with these issues throughout history.
Along with enforcing very negative messages about body images through the use of male positioning and facial expressions the ad creates a very negative message about male superiority. The men is this ad are holding the female down and forcing themselves upon her. She looks on with a very blank expression, implying that she is dazed and not enjoying herself. The men in the background are just looking on and not doing anything to help her or interfere with the act. In Fresh Lipstick Scott mentions the arguments Beauvior makes that women have an inbreed fear of being raped and becoming the sexual prey of men. Women learn to see themselves as an object viewed from the outside, thus she begins to dress in a way to attract a lover. This involves imagining how one might appear to the desired male (226). This ad perpetuates this fear and seems to allocate rape.
Although the ad campaigns for high-end fashion brands may seem innocent at first glance, upon further investigation it is obvious that they are enforcing negative messages about body image. If these brands clutter society with so many negative messages surrounding body images, how can they continue to remain so popular? It seems as though the designers of these ads knows that their main audience viewing their actual campaigns are not their actual clients purchasing the products. The majority of the people who wear these clothes have personal shoppers or stylists who buy their clothes for them. Rather, the images in these ads are designed to create a desire among a lower class of society to achieve this rich and luxurious lifestyle; however, the consequences resulting from the message of how to achieve this particular lifestyle is devastating.
In Self-Help, Inc. McGee describes how there is a growing interest in the self-help society. The movement can be traced all the way back to the Bible as the first example of a self-help book. Today there is a book to teach people how to help themselves succeed in just about every aspect of life. Advertising seems to foster self-anxieties and endless imperfections. It is important to acknowledge the growth of this trend in society since it seems to parallel a slow shift toward more conscious advertising. In the early 1990s sales of self help books went up 6% following the trends in society of unemployment and a bad economy. In the past ten years there has been a noticeable amount of ads produced in effort to portray positive messages about the body.
The ad campaign by the French brand Nolita is an attempt to create a more positive message about the body image. The author of the campaign is famous Italian photographer Oliviero Toscani. The campaign is designed toward young women who keep up with fashion and is called to draw public attention to such awful disease as anorexia. The ad billboards feature a 27 years old French woman named Isabella Caro who weighs a mere 68 pounds. She says that she has decided to show her body for people to know and to see how the disease impacts the body. It is common knowledge that there is a major problem with eating disorders in the fashion industry. As previously mentioned the typical model has an abnormally tall slender frame. Maintaining this body image is generally unnatural, but models will go to any length to ensure that they stay at a dangerously low body weight.
Women are continually bombarded with advertisements and commercials for weight-loss products and programs. This type of advertising has been around for a long time and continues to enforce negative views of food for women. The media starts targeting girls from a young age and over time the idea is cemented in girl’s heads that food is bad. Many of the advertisements show the power that food has over women. They illustrate how the female psyche is in a constant state of starvation through their efforts to sell products that can create a “cool” or casual relationship with food for women. The issues surrounding food are a lot deeper and more serious than advertisements are willing to admit. Most often women feel upset and depressed and unhappy when they discuss compulsive eating or over indulgence. Since the Victorian era it has been considered taboo to show women eating, particularly in sensuous surrender to rich, exciting food (Hunger as Ideology, Susan Bordo).
Naomi Wolf made a lot of important points about the gravity of eating disorders. She illustrated how it is a vicious cycle that can often lead to death. When people diet the body often feels as if it is starving and chemicals in the head get messed up. It is really hard to control and basically anyone who diets is at equal risk for becoming anorexic or bulimic. Female fat is a sign of sexuality and reproductive ability. There have never been any studies on females that indicate being over weight can lead to other health concerns or put them at higher risk for death. Every study that has been done on obesity has involved male subjects; yet, females are the ones put under constant pressure from society and the media to be thin. It is acceptable for men to be fat, and men should have hardy appetites. It is age old and universal that if there is ever a shortage of food the women are the first to do without. In reality women really need just about as many calories as men and women suffer more serious problems if they are malnourished. Eating disorders effect a significant population in society. It is really scary because it is such a psychological problem that is seems there is no real way to prevent any one person from getting it unless the entire mind set of basically the world is transformed (The Beauty Myth, 179-116).
This ad from Nolita is defiantly a step in the right direction; however it does not do enough. Rather than say how to help someone with an eating disorder it almost seems to criticize the individual with the problem. People with eating disorders already have very flawed and negative self-images. Although this image is not seen as sexualized at all, it is merely because of the condition the model is in. She is still naked and being shot from a male gaze. It seems like a more effective approach would be to illustrate ways to prevent the problem or find a path to recovery; however, it is nice to see the problem is finally being recognized in the fashion industry.
Although the fashion industry is filled with images that perpetuate negative body images in society there seems to be some hope for improvement in the new century. It is very difficult to find ads that do a really good job of portraying positive body images, but they do exist. Some brands do a really good job of producing campaigns that portray a positive body image. United Colors of Benetton has a really unique campaign. It is interesting to note that the photographer for this campaign is also Oliviero Toscani, who shot the pictures of Isabella Caro for the Nolita campaign. Benetton Group's advertising campaigns are not only a means of communication but an expression of our time. Through their universal impact, they have succeeded in attracting the attention of the public and in standing out amid the current clutter of images.
The latest campaign by the United Colors of Benetton depicts the faces of four different species of apes. The print reads, “If we don’t do anything to save them, in ten to 15 years the great apes could disappear from the majority of the areas where they now live.” There were about two million chimps in Africa one hundred years ago, now there are little more than 150,000. They are dying out as a result of the expanding human population, deforestation, the destruction of their habitat, hunting and traps. The situation of mountain gorillas and orang-utans is even worse. The number of wild apes is falling while the number of orphans in sanctuaries is rising. This campaign does a great job of bringing awareness to important social issues. Some of the other ads depict the problems with starvation, AIDS and heart disease to name a few. Several of the communication projects created by Fabrica, Benetton’s research center have also been developed in cooperation with prestigious associations (including FAO, UNV, WFP) obtaining important acknowledgements at an international level.
Although these ads do not show the clothes, it creates the desire to help fight these problems. Through the campaign people realize that United Colors of Benetton does a lot of work with different organizations and that through buying this brand they are helping to support a very good cause. In that sense it is effective in creating a desire and does not perpetuate the negative body images that the fashion industry has been continually associated with.
Another genre of fashion advertising that seems to do a good job of portraying positive body images is in campaigns for athletic apparel. Currently both Adidas and Nike are attempting to produce campaigns that generate positive body images and messages. Nike’s campaign is a good effort to demonstrate more positive messages about body image, but it has been causing a lot of controversy. Nike’s new ad campaign, “Big Butts, Thunder Thighs, and Tomboy Knees” has been criticized because they highlight the butt, thighs, and knees of women athletes who could hardly by any means be considered out of shape. The campaign seems to have back fired and while those butts, thighs and knees should be praised, the manner that the ad presents the body parts almost condemns them. As explained in The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf, in modern society women are expected to have split personalities and lifestyles. Women feel pulled in different directions, such as housewife, working women, athletic social, etc. It seemed that this would have been a great opportunity for Nike to reach the diverse desires of all women, but this campaign does not seem to be there quite yet.
While the campaign seems to have stayed away from the typical genre of fashion advertising, it is not very effective in creating a more positive body image. The images are black and white and shot in a way to eliminate the male gaze or cultural inequalities. However, the depiction of these well-oiled, muscle crunching body parts has sparked some questions. If the message is supposed to be about authenticity, hard work, and in-your-face reality, how about showing a little more sweat and a little less creatine? Furthermore, this ad seems to be appealing to current Nike customers while the whole point of advertising is to try and attract new consumers. Finally, the ad is a copy of the dove campaign which totally strips it of any creative or unique credit the campaign could have been given.
The Adidas campaign launches a new global basketball movement featuring NBA All-Stars Tracy McGrady, Kevin Garnett, Tim Duncan, Chauncey Billups and Gilbert Arenas. The movement of the “It Takes 5IVE” campaign is based on the idea of believing in something bigger than the individual-believing in five, believing in team. Adidas wanted to tap into the idea that there is more to the game then just individual achievement and focus on the value of being part of a team. That is the true spirit of the game of basketball. By bringing together five of the game’s most successful athletes and having them deliver the message that real success can only come from being part of a team, and that any individual achievements cannot measure to the success that five players on the court can achieve together shows that teamwork is the most essential aspect to a team sport.
This campaign seems to do a much better job of creating a positive message; however the message creates a desire for team work to help you succeed. While this is a good message, it is not a positive message about body image. Since this campaign stays away from assisting the fashion industry in creating negative body images and more importantly negative overall messages, it is a pretty good campaign.
Finally there are a few campaigns from popular designers that do a rather good job of staying away from continuing the negative body images being produced by the fashion industry. Both Tommy Hilfigure and Old Navy have ads that completely stay away from the body and in that sense they are not effective at creating a positive body image either, rather they are neutral. In the Tommy Hilfigure ad a herd of sheep are standing in front of an American Flag and the tag line reads “follow the flock.” This ad is cute and creates the desire to fit in and then eludes to the idea that through buying Tommy Hilfigure clothing you will be like everyone else; however, as previously stated, people in society today desire control over their destination and the idea of being like everyone else seems to distract from the notion of controlling one’s destiny. The Old Navy ad also uses animals by creating ads depicting images of their icon dog. These ads are effective at getting the name of the brand to the public, but it creates no desire and is therefore not as effective as the Tommy Hilfigure ad.
Overall, fashion advertising is dominated by ads that encourage negative body image through highly sexualized poses, a majority of male gazes, and unrealistic body types. There is not enough cultural diversity in today’s fashion advertising. The ads are effective at creating desire; however, the desire is to achieve unrealistic and unhealthy goals. In the past few years some very significant changes have been made, but it isn’t enough right now. It is a gradual process so it will probably take some time before any major noticeable differences appear on the pages of the top fashion magazines. Hopefully the steps that are taking place now will have a lasting positive impact on the body images created through future fashion advertising.
I could think of no better model that My Scene's Kennedy for the "Broadcast Yourself" series. She has the distinctive Barbie face, with the unsettling addition of bedroom eyes, and cherry red slightly parted lips. Combined with her girlish ponytails, she channels a myriad of forbidden fantasies and desires. I decided to use a different doll's body, which I couse for its suggestive pose and sheer red nightie.
She is using the built-in webcam on her little laptop to share images of herself with the world. She makes a digital slide show for her social networking pages using a song by The Pussycat Dolls. The lyrics of the song are about wanting fame and attention, and being called sexy by boys. She knows no better way to express herself that to take photos that expose her breasts. She is not thinking of the consequences of her actions, especially what kind of influence this could have on her little sister Ana.
read more at tiffanygholar.blogspot.com/2008/11/yasmin-kennedy-and-lol...
The Doll Project is a series of conceptual digital photographs that uses fashion dolls to embody the negative messages the media gives to young girls. Though it would not be fair to blame it all on Barbie, there have been many instances in which she has come dangerously close. I chose to use Barbie dolls because they are miniature mannequins, emblems of the fashion world writ small, a representation of our culture's impossible standards of beauty scaled to one sixth actual size. The little pink scale and How To Lose Weight book are both real Barbie accessories from the 1960s. They are recurring motifs in the pictures in the series, symbolizing the ongoing dissatisfaction many girls and women feel about their weight and body image. The dolls' names, Ana and Mia, are taken from internet neologisms coined by anorexic and bulimic girls who have formed online communities with the unfortunate purpose of encouraging each other in their disordered eating. With each passing era, Ana and Mia are younger and younger, and the physical ideal to which they aspire becomes more unattainable. They internalize the unrealistic expectations of a society that digitally manipulates images of women in fashion and beauty advertisements and value their own bodies only as objects for others to look at and desire.
Read more about the project here:
tiffanygholar.blogspot.com/2008/08/doll-project.html
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I’m not feeling so well
Maybe we could just sit for a spell
And make amends
It depends on my injury
I don’t want to be me
I don’t want to be me
You won’t save me
Cause I’m not the fortunate one
So don’t blame me
If I decide to just run
You won’t save me.
-Amanda Clemens
Butterfly 6: Bulimia. Many girls take an alternative to anorexia by starving themselves and they choose instead to overeat and then purge by way of vomiting. These symptoms and signs are even harder to detect because the victim’s behavior is usually completely normal. Bulimics are the ones that need a special eye to watch over them.
First let me say this: I DO NOT HAVE AN EATING DISORDER.
But I feel this way every day.
And I'm pretty sure I use that dress way too often. :P
This didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted but I posted anyway.
Oh and I'm finally getting to the point where I haven't had to add all of my photos to groups. They get comments on their own. :D But I'll probably still add some of them because then they get more views and such.
But yeah. Exciting!
#ALAD090 Lower Than Atlantis - I'm not Bulimic
This is my everyday project for 2010. Taking one lyric from a song every day and creating art or taking a photo inspired from that lyric.
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This got some real hate from one tumblr user :(
im not having a great day today :(
i got an email this morning telling me i was ignorant for making fun of bulimics in this picture which is completely the opposite of what i was trying to do - the whole point of that series was to raise awareness of serious issues like domestic abuse, eatings disorders, racism etc. Not to make fun of people. I felt so bad after that email.
Me and my mum had a horrible argument last night and it made me realize what a shitty daughter I've been. Sometimes I get really self-involved and dont give appreciation to the people around me and last night brought me back down to earth again and I need to change that. Me and my mum are going to try and learn how to cook together, with dad and aaron as guinea pigs. poor them.
so yeah, not a great day, but theres still time to make it better. i have a shit ton of exam revision to do, so im going to spent the next 5hours or so doing that.
In a survey of girls 9 and 10 years old, 40% have tried to lose weight, according to an ongoing study funded by the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute (USA Today, 1996).
One author reports that at age thirteen, 53% of American girls are "unhappy with their bodies." This grows to 78% by the time girls reach seventeen (Brumberg, 1997).
It's just plain sad.
On a lighter note, I went to the bins yesterday with Lillie and her stepmom Jenny and I bought a whole bag of 80'sness. Though, that swimsuit is actually from a different thrift store. Haha.
But anyway yeah, lots of new clothes for me and the LABYRINTH SOUNDTRACK. (On vinyl of course.) Yeahyeahyeah.
Oh and yesterday I beat my record for views and got 4002 in one day, and like, 203 of both comments and favorites. Thankyouthankyouthankyou! :)
Explored #26.
EDIT~~~ This has gotten over 10, 000 views, and i wanted to bump it up and say thanks for all the comments and the views, and lets hope out of the almost 11,000 views, at least one person got some useful helpful information and maybe just maybe iot helped save someone.
I wanted these to be seen, especially this one. I didn't get any further than here with them, but almost 11,000 views is pretty good i think.
So yeah, again, thanks!
Now back to your regularly scheduled programing. I figured it was ok to bump this in front of today's 365 shot because it sucks so bad. LOL!
*** please please read the statistics i included. They are heart breaking, scary, and have me in tears right now......
Today's disorder is a very broad termed one. I am trying to go alphabetically an the only thing other than "eating disorder" that began with "e" involved feces and urine, so i stayed away from those.
Plus i think eating disorders are a serious serious issue that should be made aware.
Let me touch on the actual picture for a moment. i am well aware that my body looks totally deformed and ab normal... i did that with the intention of portraying how people with eating disorders usually view themselves. A deformed and distorted view of reality.
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An eating disorder is characterized by abnormal eating habits that may involve either insufficient or excessive food intake to the detriment of an individuals physical and emotional health. The causes of eating disorders are complex and not yet fully understood. Eating disorders are estimated to affect 5-10 million females and 1 million males in the United States.[1] Although not yet classified as separate disorder, binge eating disorder[2] is the most common eating disorder in the United States affecting 3.5% of females and 2% of males according to a study by Harvard affiliated McLean Hospital. Bulimia nervosa was the second most common followed by Anorexia nervosa.[3]
(source wikipedia)
There are some staggering stats that i want to touch on here, read them, think about them, and please please please, if you know anyone suffering from this, or you yourself are, get help, or BE help.
1 in 5 women struggle with an eating disorder or disordered eating.
National Institute of Mental Health's (NIMH) guide, Eating Disorders: Facts About Eating Disorders and the Search for Solutions
Eating Disorders affect up to 24 million Americans and 70 million individuals worldwide.
The Renfrew Center Foundation for Eating Disorders, Eating Disorders 101 Guide: A Summary of Issues, Statistics and Resources, published September 2002, revised October 2003, www.renfrew.org.
An estimated 10 to 15% of people with anorexia or bulimia are male.
Carlat, D.J. Camargo. Review of Bulimia in Males. American Journal of Psychiatry, 154, 1997
90 % of those who have eating disorders are women between the ages of 12 and 25.
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, The Center for Mental Health Services, offices of the US Department of Health and Human Services.
At least 50,000 individuals will die as a direct result of an eating disorder.
It is estimated that currently 11% of high school students have been diagnosed with an eating disorder.
ANAD Ten Year Study. National Association of Anorexia Nervosa and Associated Disorders. www.anad.org
15% of young women in the US who are not diagnosed with an eating disorder display substantially disordered eating attitudes and behaviors.
Girl Power!, a public education program of the US Department of Health and Human Services.
A Study conducted by Cornell University found that 40% of male football players surveyed engaged in some sort of disordered eating behavior. (Newsweek, 1994)
The most common behavior that will lead to an eating disorder is dieting.
Natalia Zunino, Ph.D, of American Anorexia and Bulimia Association, Inc.
The diet and diet related industry is a 50 billion dollar a year enterprise.
Garner, D.W., Wooley, S.C. (1991), "Confronting the failure of behavioral and dietary treatments for obesity." Clinical Psychology Review, 11, pp. 727-780.
35% of "normal dieters" progress to pathological dieting. Of those, 20-25% progress to partial or full syndrome eating disorders.
Shisslak, C.M., Crago, M., & Estes, L.S. (1995). The spectrum of eating disturbances. International Journal of Eating Disorders, 18 (3), 209-219.
According to a recent study, over 1/2 the females between the ages of 18-25 would prefer to be run over by a truck then be fat, and 2/3 surveyed would rather be mean or stupid.
Gaesser, G. (1996), Big Fat Lies: The Truth About Your Weight and Your Health. New York: Fawcett Columbine.
51% of 9 and 10 year-old girls feel better about themselves if they are on a diet
Mellin LM, Irwin CE & Scully S: Disordered eating characteristics in girls: A survey of middle class children. Journal of the American Dietetic Association. 1992; 92:851-53
42% of 1st-3rd grade girls want to be thinner (Collins, 1991).
Collins M.E. (1991) Body figure and preferences among pre-adolescent children. International Journal of Eating Disorders, 199-208.
46% of 9-11 year-olds are "sometimes" or "very often" on diets, and 82% of their families are "sometimes" or "very often" on diets (Gustafson-Larson & Terry, 1992).
Gustafson-Larson, A., & Terry, R.D. (1992). Weight-related behaviors and concerns of fourth-grade children. Journal of the American Dietetic Association, 92, 818-822.
81% of 10 year olds are afraid of being fat. 51% of 9 and 10 year old girls feel better about themselves if they are on a diet.
Mellin LM, Irwin CE & Scully S: Disordered eating characteristics in girls: A survey of middle class children. Journal of the American Dietetic Association. 1992; 92:851-53.
Time Magazine reports that 80% of all children have been on a diet by the time that they have reached the fourth grade.
2 out of 5 women and 1 out of 5 men would trade 3 to 5 years of their life to achieve their goal body weight. (Rader Programs)
91 % of women surveyed on a college campus had attempted to control their weight through dieting, 22% dieted "often" or "always".
Kurth CL, Krahn DD, Nairn K & Drewnowski A: The severity of dieting and bingeing behaviors in college women: Interview validation of survey data. Journal of Psychiatric Research. 1995; 29(3):211-25.
The average woman is 5'4" and weighs 140 pounds. The average model is 5'11" and weighs 117 pounds. Most fashion models are thinner than 98% of American women.
Smolak L. (1996). National Eating Disorders Association/Next Door Neighbors puppet guide book.
If today's mannequins were actual human women, based on theoretical body fat percentages, they would probably cease to menstruate.
Rader Programs. www.raderprograms.com.
Anorexia is the 3rd most common chronic illness among adolescents.
Public Health Service's Office in Women's Health, Eating Disorder Information Sheet, 2000.
A young woman with anorexia is 12 times more likely to die than other women her age without anorexia.
Mortality in Anorexia Nervosa. American Journal of Psychiatry, 152(7), 1073-1074.
Five to ten percent of anorexics die within ten years of onset, 18-20 percent die within twenty years of onset, and only 50 percent report ever being cured.
American Psychiatric Association (1993), "Practice Guidelines for Eating Disorders." American Journal of Psychiatry, 150 (2), pp 212-228.
20% of people suffering from anorexia will prematurely die from complications related to their eating disorder, including suicide and heart problems.
The Renfrew Center Foundation for Eating Disorders, "Eating Disorders 101 Guide: A Summary of Issues, Statistics and Resources," published September 2002, revised October 2003, www.renfrew.org.
0.5 % - 3.7 % of females suffer from Anorexia Nervosa in their lifetime.
National Institute of Mental Health. Eating Disorders NIH Publication No. 94-3477 Rockville, MD, 1994
1.1 % - 4.2 % of females suffer from Bulimia Nervosa in their lifetime.
National Institute of Mental Health. Eating Disorders NIH Publication No. 94-3477 Rockville, MD, 1994
Up to 19% of college aged women in America are bulimic.
Rader Programs. www.raderprograms.com.
Bulimia often occurs in athletes such as gymnasts, wrestlers, dancers, horse jockeys, football players, and runners.
2% - 5 % of the American population experience Binge Eating Disorder. National Institute of Mental Health. Eating Disorders NIH Publication No. 94-3477 Rockville, MD, 1994
Men constitute 40% of those exhibiting Binge Eating Disorder.
American Psychiatric Association. Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fourth Ed. (DSM-IV). Washington DC, 1994.
The onset of Binge Eating Disorder usually occurs during the late adolescence or in the early twenties.
American Psychiatric Association. Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fourth Ed. (DSM-IV). Washington DC, 1994.
1. I have an Identical twin sister named breanna. I love her with all my heart. She is the rock to my foundation.
2. I have borderline personality disorder w/bipolar traits.
3. I am a self injurer, bulimic with anorexic traits as well.
4. I love blood. I love looking at it. I love everything about blood.
5.I have a severe phobia/ mirrors I feel (KNOW) that there is someone else looking back at me. I also have other phobias such as plastic wrap, TV. and rubbing my hands over denim.
6.I am undoubtedly, completely head over heels for Casey McClain, aka. Billlee2330. He is the love of my life.
7. Im terrified of highways, streets and cars. I was once nearly thrown through the windshield of a corvette. I now suffer from nerve damage.
8.I am a Coffee Addict- (notice how I capitalized that hehehehe)
9.i love my friends and hope they love me.
10. I am petrified of the dark, yet I love it...
Research suggests that about one percent (1%) of female adolescents have anorexia. That means that about one out of every one hundred young women between ten and twenty are starving themselves, sometimes to death.
Again, I'm not anorexic. Or bulimic.
But I'm sure that most girls at some point in their life feel this way. I've been struggling with poor self image since I was about 8 or 9. =/
I'm glad I can be happy with a photo if I can't be happy with myself though, because I actually like this.
Anyway today was pretty fun. Max and I walked down to Hawthorne and I bought an American Apparel sweatshirt (purple :D) finally! Also a killer C3PO shirt and brown skinny chords.
Oh and btw the only light here is the refrigerator, and a little bit (but not much) natural window light.
Today is my last day with braces! :D :D
EDIT: I replaced the photo with the one in the comment. :) I think I do like it better.
Oh and Explored #225.
I don't know why, but I just think this looks like a bulimic ghost. What do you say?
Mais, Vivien a pensé qu'il y a une sein. Et je suis d'accord!
*Anorexia Nervosa is a psychophysiological disorder usually occurring in young women (10% being men) that is characterized by an abnormal fear of becoming obese, a distorted self-image, a persistent unwillingness to eat, and severe weight loss. It is often accompanied by self-induced vomiting, excessive exercise, malnutrition, amenorrhea, and other physiological changes.*
I've received so many secrets involving eating disorders I couldn't keep up. I've listed the ones that blatantly state their secret as so, but I have a feeling that so many of the secrets I have have something to do with the subject:
“Eating makes me cry”
“I have an eating disorder and as much as I want to, I'm too scared to recover.”
“I am bulimic...
if you just did a picture about an eating disorder or something that would be really really cool.”
“I have had Anorexia Nervosa for five years and counting. Maybe five people in the whole world outside of my immediate family know. It has been more like a nagging bug then a problem up until this past month, when it finally progressed enough to where it has limited my life. Other than unimportant things such as bone growth (I haven't grown since the seventh grade, and I'm now in tenth) there really wasn't too much to worry about. But, my body has begun eating away at my muscle, and I am essentially eating myself alive. If it progresses any further, my heart will be weakened enough so that I will be at risk for my heart just shutting down altogether. In the long term, if that doesn't happen, then my other organ systems will be affected enough so that I will die anyways. Anorexia affects virtually every system of the body, including my immune system, which will make me more vulnerable to disease and infections. There is also the fact that I will probably!
Be unable to have children, but that isn't so much of a problem since if I had them at all, I would want to adopt.
That, though. Isn't my secret.
My secret is that I'm not afraid to die. It doesn't scare me at all. What scares me more is getting rid of my disorder.
I know I'm going to die, and yet I still tell the people who know that I'm getting better. I don't want to lie to them, but their happiness means more to me than my own does. And I know that if they knew, it would affect that.
So here I am, telling you, someone who I don't even know. And I'm truly sorry for it. I really am.”
“My secret is that I’m really an 11 year old girl with anorexia :( I just need support which I am getting :D Another secret is I try to be the perfect daughter, friend, and sister. I need to be PERFECT! I weigh at about 89 pounds and I’m 5 foot 0 inches so I’m kind of skinny I guess :(”
"I can't do this anymore. I won't eat. I don't care how small I am, I just have to be perfect."
"I have EDNOS, and my BMI is 26 (overweight) I hate that, its my darkest secret that I'm actually overweight."
"My mothers' obsession with her weight and dieting fuels my EDNOS. I wish she'd wake up and realize that and yet I feel like my "fighting" to stay skinnier than her, which honestly has been for awhile now, it's no longer just about being skin and bones, it's about being skin and bones and being thinner than her. I have to prove to her I can do something right. Is that wrong?"
"The main reason for me ED is not only to lose weight and be thin, but because I have never finished or accomplished ANYTHING in life. I am a failure. and being thin is the only thing I have been able to succeed at. When I binge I fail. When I gain I fail. So being thin is the only answer for me to succeed at something. To tell myself, I have done a good job. Yes, it sounds stupid. But I can't be perfect at anything. As long as I am the skinniest one out of all my friends and family, I am happy. I am happy right?"
I for one can say that weight isn't something that is easy to deal with, let alone fix. I've had problems with my weight since seventh grade, and can sadly say that it isn't something that gets better with time. I can't say that you will ever be happy with how you look, I can't even say that one day you'll realize how perfect you look. All I can say is...well weight isn't the only thing that matters.
Don't let it be something that defines you. Your body is a shell. A temple, but a shell. Treat it and perceive it as so and maybe you'll realize the more important things in life.
You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are PERFECT as you are. And if you believe your body defines who loves you then think again. I may not even know you but I promise you someone out there loves you for you.
I do. That's for certain.
If you want to talk I'm here...I can relate.
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If you have a secret you would like me to use, send me an anonymous message here.
If you want a personal response you can email me at thesecretsproject@gmail.com
I will be completely prejudice free. I promise.
Porque un cuerpo 90-60-90 ( o incluso menos ) no es la meta de la felicidad.
Porque las princesas se estan muriendo de "belleza" cada día.
El promedio de altura y peso en la mujer es de 1,64 m y 64 kg.
El promedio de una modelo 1,80 m y 53 kg.
Si los maniquies de hoy en dia fueran mujeres reales no tendrian menstruación.
Story-
Piper was the hottest, most popular girl in school and in her modeling agency. When she came to college, she had no friends there and her friends from high school stopped calling her. Her agency fired her because of her constant mood swings and her constantly-changing weight (piper would stress eat, causing her to gain weight, then she would become bulimic and lose a ton of weight). All of this caused her confidence level to drop all the way. Piper hit rock bottom, and is constantly emotional.
In this photo-
Piper is constantly texting her old friends, trying to communicate with somebody. She has thrown away her modeling portfolio, because she feels that she can never model again. She has a second cell phone, so that she can look for a job now that she is fired from the agency. Piper holds an old photo album with pictures of her and her best friends from high school, clutching to a last memory of friendship. She has cookies in her bag, because now she thinks she is "too skinny" and needs to gain weight (but she doesnt do it the healthy way). She is crying because she feels her life is over, and hears other people having fun while she misses being the most popular girl in school.
Her life appears to be over, until a man in a stylish Tommy Hilfiger suit sees her portfolio in the trash and opens it up...
Called: 1/9
DAY 200!!!!!!!!!
I can't believe I'm almost 2/3 of the way there, it's been one awesome year so far!
I woke up with "Don't Worry, Be Happy" in my head, and after having it on repeat a gazillion times I decided I needed to cover it. So here it is! www.reverbnation.com/theminie
My other solo stuff is on there, also, in case anyone is interested :)
And if that's not enough spam for you, ask me a question!
Aaaaaand I've been tagged :)
10 Things about me!
1. I am a native Spanish speaker. ESL, baby. Although I was never IN ESL...
2. I was born and raised in Compton, California. No shit.
3. I am allergic to absolutely nothing.
4. I kinda hate root beer and ginger ale, and I'll never drink tap water.
5. I believe in the law of attraction like nobody's business.
6. I never learned how to make myself puke (which would be handy when I'm too drunk, which happens....), because I was always afraid I would become bulimic.
7. I've never told some very important people that I smoke pot. Like my mother and my other mother. I'm not ashamed, I'm just not parading it around, I guess.
8. From the ages of 12 to 14, I was homeless with my mom and baby sister. I love my apartment so much <3
9. I wish I were an amazing chef. I love cooking so much!
10. I honestly believe that some day I will find the man of my dreams, and I am not interested in anyone who shows up before him.
I'd be devastated If I was that orange.
ROYGBIV
Orange !
Ohkay, so today, the ice cream from 2 days ago HIT ME HARD D:
I wanted to throw up. Not to sound bulimic but I tried to make myself throw it up .
It was just a nasty feeling having all that inside me . It was pretty worth it though right ?
I got 100 bucks haha . Well yea, I was staring at the Febreeze bottle just now and it has a slight bokeh design to it haha . How cool is that right ? Okay okay . Lemme think of a story.
OH I had to call my teacher from my new high school (whom ive never met before) And he told me theres no piano program at University High and Im just like aww right ? Then he asked me to set an appointment this week where I can come over to the school so he can hear me sing for my class placements ><
This is a music high school by the wayyy . So Yea . Its not regular right ? I have to SING for class placements ?
Wow :| Im a bit nervous Haha.
Isnt that weird though ?
Yea . So I was trying to look for a good singy songy thing . I dont know what to choose .
I chose
Because of you - Kyla
Chasing Pavements - Adele
...I just realized I have a lot of eggs .
Thats all I have so far :(
Wahh . Sorry my story isn't that funny todaay. I was at home all day .
So last week London got 1st photo, she was super suprised, and now she's going to try and work to stay there as long as possible! Hope this is good enough. :)
In the photo London is angry at why she can't barf out all the food that she has ate. She's also got a toothbrush ready to brush her teeth. Why? Because when she barfs out her food, all the bacteria will get on her teeth and stain them and will cause bad breath. Plus and all the food on the floor is all the food that she has ate. She can't stop the thinking that she is fat, so she constantly keeps on barfing. :(
Also guys, please don't barf because you think you're "fat", because you're not. :)
Hope you all like and it explains something. :)
Bulimia Nervosa. Series"Hidden Pain" Surrealism
Nellie Vin © Photography
16x16 in
Because poor body image and low self-esteem are a part of what underlies bulimia,
The researchers found that the bulimic patients’ brains showed a reduction in the ability of the chemical serotonin to bind to receptors in specific brain regions. Bulimia nervosa is likely brought on by a complex interplay of factors, which can include emotional and personality disorders, family stress, possible genetic or biologic susceptibilities, and a culture that is obsessed with body image and thinness.
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For my Photography 3 class, we were assigned the challenge "faceless self portrait". And because I do self portrait photography, I was like "HELL Yes! Challenge Accepted!"
But once I put some thought into the challenge, I knew I couldn't submit the typical pretty photograph. In fact, I made it a point to do just the opposite. I wanted a conceptual image; and with that, I decided to use the available light alone.
Like most photographers, I am not a huge fan of a photo with noise. And we all strive to obtain as much possible detail that our camera sensors can handle haha. However, I wanted the photo to be gritty. I wanted to make the audience almost feel dirty: uncomfortable.
My camera settings and metadata aren't available because there are some special stuffs I did to this photo. I not only wanted to produce a narrative, but it was important to me to add some visual distortion.
I shot this whole photo with the Canon 16-35 f/2.8L on the Canon 6d at 1200 iso, and stitched six images together in Photoshop CS6 to achieve the crazy barrel distortion I wanted. I mean, I know this speaks for itself, but the distortion was a visual hyperbole in correlation with the mental distortion a person with an eating disorder is experiencing.
For me, I look at this image and I feel uncomfortable. I almost hate it. It is not traditional. It is not perfect and clean. But.... it means I did my job as a photographer. I really feel I got my message across, and the more I look at it, I start to appreciate what I produced. It took me a little bit to stitch all the images by hand (especially with images all shot at 16mm) ...
I ended up winning my class competition for the Faceless Self Portrait, so that felt pretty good. I can say I definitely made everyone in my class uncomfortable, as well as myself (since now everyone can say they have seen me in my underwear haha).
A morning dose of some glamor from a shoot some long time ago. The best thing about a live fashion event is that you are in no control of anything and you manage with what the model throws up at the camera ! ( oh oh oh ...no bulimic reference on throwing up is meant here ))
The shoot had some famous names but for most part the choreographer was lame and tried tricks too many and the models looked kind of gauche and atrocious, in the routine conjured up for them. Just like the photography here ;-)
Edit - This model is fine.. I have nothing against this or that model. I only refer to the choreography being bad ;-))
Camera: Nikon D70
Exposure: 0.004 sec (1/250)
Aperture: f/4.2
Focal Length: 105 mm
Exposure: +1.25
ISO Speed: 800
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: No Flash
DSC_3173 thru ACR tfm
===Crazy Quilt's===
Situated in the middle of Gotham's Fashion District, Paul Dekker's nightclub was host to a wide range of degenerate activities. The main dance floor was lit by a gaudy array of high-intensity strobe lights; seizure inducing shades of reds, blues and yellows bore down on the partying clientele. The Misfits, were treated to the best seats in the house; a balcony on the second floor that served as a sort of observation deck for the debauchery below. Wearing his best brown suit, Reardon worried he was a tad overdressed for the night ahead. The gang had been sorted into two smaller groups; the "grown-ups:" Gar, Chuck, Bridget, Ten and Kuttler, and the "boys:" Mayo, Joey, Blake and Sharpe, with both factions seated at separate, but close by, tables.
While the rest of the party looked through their menus, Kuttler refused to touch his until he had first put on a pair of thin surgical gloves.
"Sorry, is there a prostate exam we're keeping you from?" Gar glared at him, massaging his left temple with his hand.
Kuttler ignored him. "Siracha, Tabasco, jalepenos..." he read aloud the toppings of the house specialty; something that was dubbed "Crazy Fries."
"Oh, yeah," Joey turned his chair around. "Those are meant to be really good."
"Well, I have a sensitive stomach. And though it may be preferable to... this, I'd still rather not spend the rest of the evening on the toilet."
Arriving at perhaps the absolute worst time, a waitress appeared suddenly at Kuttler's side. “Are you folks ready to order?” she asked.
“Think so, yeah. Can we just have some sides for now?” Chuck asked, folding up his menu.
“Sure thing, honey," she beamed back.
Kuttler raised his forefinger to interrupt her. "Question: Do you have non-Crazy Fries?”
“If it’s not on the menu, we don’t sell 'em," the waitress answered.
“But you have normal fries. You must do, in order to “crazify” them," Kuttler countered.
“But we don’t sell them.”
Kuttler sighed, slumping down in his seat. “Two baskets of Crazy Fries it is then.”
At the other table, a pale woman in rabbit ears, stockings and a thong, slapped Blake's shoulder playfully. “C’mon, big boy, catch me if you can!” she teased.
With great self-restraint on his part, Blake resisted the urge to make an innuendo of his own, and swallowed. “Ma’am, pretty sure that if I chase you, the only thing I’ll be catching is an STD.”
The playful smile vanished from the woman's face, a scornful expression appearing in its place. "Jerk!" she hissed, hopping away towards the exit.
As she left, Mayo's eyes followed her "tail" in confusion. Joey nudged his side to get his attention, and shook his head.
“Proud of you man,” Sharpe patted his friend on the back.
“Stiiiiiiill kinda sexist, Tom," Joey observed.
“What’re you talking about? I turned down that prostitute!” Blake laughed back.
“Yeah, that wasn’t a prostitute, that was White Rabbit.”
...
Blake’s face fell. “White Rabbit? Jaina Hudson? That White Rabbit? Daughter of a Bollywood actress and a Gotham Socialite, turned to philanthropy and then to crime? Confusing motivations and even more confusing origins? That-"
“Yes, and for god’s sake, stop talking,” Kuttler turned around to shush them.
Sharpe shrugged. “That doesn’t track. Isn’t she, y’know-" he started, then stopped himself abruptly.
Joey sighed. “You can say it.”
“Not white?”
“It’s one of her powers,” Kuttler stated.
“She- She has white powers?” Mayo scratched his head.
Kuttler frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t quite call it that, no," he murmured.
"She was DTF and I just told her to GTFO..." Blake moaned regretfully.
“Hey. You were probably thinking of March Harriett. She’s a prostitute," Sharpe assured Blake.
At a nearby table, a man in a tan blazer was peaking over the top of his menu, glaring at the Misfits with contempt. “Do they have to yell everything?” Paul Strobe growled to his partner.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. Don’t let them spoil our evening,” Ned Creegan advised, running his hand across Strobe's back. He was wearing a cream-coloured woollen jumper over his distinctive red and black containment suit.
“I’m calm. I’m calm! I might fry Catman’s balls later, but that aside, I’m pretty fucking calm," Strobe complained.
“Eh. I hear he kinda likes that. Really likes that. Enough that it’s mentioned in his Find a Foe profile.”
“Uh huh. And why were you on Find a Foe, exactly?” Strobe snapped back.
“Reviewing my options," Creegan replied.
Strobe didn't laugh.
“I’m joking! C’mon, I’m clearly- Neutron wanted help setting up a profile. Things didn’t work out so well with his last girlfriend. He... well, he blew her up.”
“Christ... Metas date metas, why does no one get that? Keeps everyone happy, and for the most part, alive. That’s really just common sense.”
While staring out across the room, Joey noticed the duo, and pointed them out to the group. “Hey, isn’t that Bag o’ Bones over there?”
Sharpe snorted.
“What?” Joey raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing.”
“Just... Talk about a skeleton in the closet.”
“They’re looking at us," Strobe hissed.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Just... smile and wave,” Creegan suggested, as he held Strobe's hand, in an attempt to soothe him.
“Smile and wave, are we the Penguins of Madagascar now?”
~-~
Once his sorrows had been successfully drowned, Blake slammed his glass onto the table. “Let’s hit the dance floor!” he shouted (much to Strobe's chagrin) and he staggered downstairs, tripping twice on the way down. The group looked at him cautiously, then followed after him. Hours passed and the Misfits got drunker still:
“And I call... I call this one the Catusi!” Blake confided in Joey, strutting back and forth with underserved confidence.
“You do NOT!” Joey giggled back. "You do NOT!"
“-So you have the mustard mash, and of course... The Ketchup Squirt!” At this, Mayo jumped on the floor, performing a perfect split.
Sharpe's lip twitched. “You’re a fucking legend.”
Meanwhile, Dekker approached the second table, addressing them in a singsong voice. Bridget avoided eye contact. "Gentlemen, lady, can I get you any more refreshments? Something stronger, hmm?" he winked suggestively.
"Oh, uh, Coke, please," Ten said politely.
Dekker smiled knowingly, then on cue, tossed a small bag of white powder onto the table.
Ten pursed his lips together. "I meant Cola."
Dekker's pale eyes darted across the table, then he snatched the baggie back and stuffed it up his sleeve.
=GCPD==
Chuck was standing by the admissions desk, waiting to receive his visitor pass. He was dressed in a beige suit, a pale blue shirt and a red and white striped tie. He was also hungover. Beside him, the radio on the desk blared: "You're listening to Sage Advice, with me, Vic Sage. Our next caller, is Michael from Bella Riviera, Louisiana. Mike, you're on with us now."
"Answer me this you faceless fuck, why don't you respond to any of my texts?"
"Brown, was it?" the desk sergeant asked, bringing Chuck back down to earth.
"Hell yea- Yes. Yeah, that's me," Chuck nodded, hanging the lanyard around his neck.
The sergeant pointed towards a narrow hallway on Chuck's left. "He's right past the holding cells. Wait for Detective Bullock, he's got the key. Oh, and try not to get lost."
"Got it," Chuck nodded, biting his lip to prevent another 'Hell Yeah' from slipping out.
He followed the sergeant's directions, walking towards the holding cells. He hesitated for a moment as he lingered outside Day’s. Julian was pale, (paler than usual that is) and was rocking back and forth on his bed, muttering the words “He said I was special,” over and over. No luck there, then.
The occupant in the opposite cell cleared his throat. “You won’t get anything out of him, he’s been replaying hits from The Exorcist all bloody week...”
Abner Krill was sitting on his bed too, but was much more relaxed. His hands were resting behind his head, and he had an amused smile on his face. “It is you, right? Kite-Man? The senpai to Jules’ yandere?"
"I don't know what either of those words mean."
Krill sneered, hopping down from his bed. "You lucky bugger. Didn’t really recognise ya without that piss-yellow ‘football’ helmet... Impressive stuff. The Royal, that is. Thought he’d never stop monologuing."
"Then I’ll direct my questions to you. When did Joker conta-"
“Uh uh,” Krill wagged his finger in Chuck's face. “First, you gotta do something for me-“
Chuck rolled his eyes. “If you think I’m getting you your belt, you’re out of your mind.”
“Who said anything about my belt? Listen, there’s a vending machine in the bullpen. Get me a packet of M&Ms, and then we’ll talk.”
“M&Ms?” Chuck's brow furrowed.
Krill leaned back. “Yah, I’ve got hypoglycemia, I’ve been making do with fruit cups and cheese sandwiches. Oh, and make sure you get chocolate, not peanuts. Higher sugar content.”
As Krill spoke, Chuck’s eyes were drawn to the cell on the Polka Dot Man’s right. A grey-haired man was pacing around his narrow confines, like a caged tiger. Every so often, the man would stop suddenly, if only to kick, punch or scream at the wall. Chuck had never actually seen Ted Carson without a mask, but the flash of his blue eyes told him everything he needed to know. The fourth cell, opposite him, was empty.
Chuck sighed, then dragged himself over to the vending machine. Chocolate, not peanut. He frowned at the prices; he knew for a fact they were cheaper at the grocers next door, but he didn't have a lot of options. He inserted the coins, retrieved the chocolate from the tray below and lastly, tossed the sweets through the bars of Krill's cell.
Krill wolfed down the candy hungrily, smacking his lips once he was done.
"Finished?" Chuck spoke. “What do you know about Joker?”
Krill’s face scrunched up, as though he was trying hard to remember, and then he finally answered: “Green hair, green eyes, pale skin, possibly bulimic.”
Chuck sighed again.
Krill chuckled. “C’mon, be real. Batman’s been here every night for the last week; If he couldn’t make me talk, what chance does the Kite-Man have? Thanks for the chocolate. Come back any time,” he waved Chuck off with chocolate covered fingers.
As Chuck was bemoaning the loss of the two dollars he'd donated in service of Krill's lunch, a hand took a hold of his shoulder. He turned around and was met with a man he had never seen before: he was a cop, a huge bear of a man even by GCPD standards, with scarred knuckles and a thick black beard. He leaned over, and spoke in a deep Boston accent: "Kite-Man? You have a minute?"
~-~
The lock clicked behind him. The cop had brought Chuck into a disused office, his, Chuck had to assume.
The cop lowered the blinds, then brought Chuck away from the door, and away from prying eyes. Something in the cop had changed; Chuck didn't catch on immediately, but then it hit him: the accent was gone.
"I know you're investigating Joker," the officer spoke.
Chuck was taken aback. "How? How could you possibly-"
Oh.
Chuck recognised that voice. Fake beard, stolen uniform, and extensive make-up aside, he knew that voice. That deep, authoritative tone that had lectured him a thousand times. The Batman's.
"I need you to stop. You know Walker. He has a fight or flight response, it’s instinctive; like a reflex. If he thinks he’s in danger-“
“But he is in danger, that’s the point-“
“If he thinks he's in danger-" Batman repeated. "He’s bound to do something irresponsible, reckless or self destructive.”
"I can't- I mean-" Chuck ran his hands through his hair. “Who else knows?” he asked.
"My people. Black Spider."
“Eric? Eric knows? Now, wait, what about Psycho Pirate? What about Zoom?"
“The Commissioner is aware of the situation. He’s doubled security around the lock-up. And I have people posted outside. But that will all be for nothing if Walker resolves to take Joker down himself, do you understand?"
"I-"
"Brown, I need to hear you say it."
A steely expression appeared on Chuck's face, as he released the latch on the door. "That uniform suits you," he stated coldly. He tensed up for a moment, bracing for a punch that never came.
He looked back over his shoulder, and frowned: Batman had vanished
~-~
Harvey Bullock’s key turned in the lock. He took a step forward and waggled an invasive flabby finger in Chuck’s face. “You got five minutes. We got an “UP” situation downtown," he warned.
“UP situation?” Chuck queried.
“Your pal Colonel Blimp’s got hostages at the Merchant’s Bank. And a hundred balloons tied to the roof.”
“He’s not my pal-“ Chuck sighed, but recognising that there was no point in arguing, walked past Bullock into the cramped room ahead. A small table was in the centre of the room, with two chairs on either side. A single stubbled occupant was handcuffed to one of the chairs.
“Hey, Drury. How are you holding up?” Chuck asked the man as he sat down at the opposite end of the table.
Drury, scratched his hairy cheek. His hair was lighter now, as it reverted to its’ natural orange colour, although now, his temples were on the verge of turning grey. “It ain’t so bad,” he answered. “The cops had their Christmas party the other day.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.”
“It was. Bullock brought me a piece a’ cake.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He smooshed it into my face," Drury smiled meekly. "How about you, Chuck? How're you doing? How’re the boys?”
“Good. Great, honestly. We were actually out clubbing last night. Nothing fancy, but... it gave them something to do, y'know? Dekker’s treat, if you can believe that.”
Drury smirked. “Yeah, ok, I’d like to never hear those words together again please. ‘Dekker’s treats’ sounds like slang for rohypnol.”
Chuck smiled politely back.
"And Gar? I heard about that Franco shit... God. He and Jenna alright? Keeping their noses clean, I hope?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he's doing ok, I think."
"Good," Drury nodded. "Cause, I'd sure hate to think all this was for nothing," he grinned.
Chuck didn't laugh.
"Hey," Drury paused, his smile vanishing. "You alright?"
Chuck paused: he hated lying, but especially to Drury. After everything they’d been through and after everything he'd suffered. He swallowed, and a fake smile replaced his previously remorseful expression. “It's nothing.”
==S.T.A.R. Labs. Chicago Branch==
"Lunch!" The young intern entered the laboratory, laden with food. With the way the room suddenly exploded with excitement, you would think they had discovered a new element. A metal, cylindrical drum stood in the center of the room, held behind glass, having been donated by the Gotham City branch.
"Gimme gimme," one of the female scientists strutted over, grabbing their coffee and panini.
"Tell me you got my Gutbuster, kid," a portly man asked, rolling across the room on his spiny chair.
"You didn't..." a grey-haired co-worker sighed, as he grabbed his salad from the intern.
"Aw, let me have this, Greg," the portly man pleaded.
"Sorry, what's a Gutbuster?" another of his colleagues raised an eyebrow.
"Big Belly's finest, or worst, depending who you ask, Molly," Greg, the grey-haired scientist, explained.
"Only the single greatest burger this side of the continent," the heavy-set man declared as he peeled back the wrapper. "And, banned in 30 states."
"Well, c'mon, Larry, what's so special about this thing?" Molly asked.
"Three beef patties, four onion rings, six rashers of bacons, five cheese slices, all of it drizzled in gravy, and! And! Served in a deep fried brioche bun."
"Well, that's your five-a-day
sorted," Greg smirked.
"Jeez, you're sounding like a spokesperson," another scientist sipped her coffee.
"Hey, Kate, if they were paying me in Gutbusters, I'd hand in my two weeks right now. I'm telling you, when folks talk about the American Dream, this is what they mean!"
"The American Nightmare maybe. Vile," Kate shrugged.
"Hey, kid? Mattie? Some free advice; you looking to live until 30, never step inside another Big Belly Burger," Greg advised the intern.
Larry didn't mind. He'd been waiting weeks for this burger, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from enjoying it. And just he took a big squelchy, greasy bite of it... he choked.
"Larry?" Kate paused. "Lar?!"
The burger fell to the floor, its' diabetic toppings sliding off the patty. Larry clutched his chest, gasping for breath and then... a gloved hand ripped through his torso. Larry hit the ground with a lifeless thud.
Molly screamed. Kate rushed to Larry's side, but it was too late. She looked up, tears in her eyes, and then she saw it: a man in yellow.
The figure raised its' forearm, now glistening red with blood. A single distorted word escaped its' mouth: "Gutbusssssssssterrrrrrr."
An icy blast shot through the air, freezing the wall the monster had been standing in front of moment before. Greg, was holding a pink cold gun, one of the weapons their Central City branch had left them.
"I know what you are, you piece of shit! You're a speedster! We've got a catalogue of weapons in the basement tailor made for scum like you!"
"Scuuuuuuuuuuum like meeeeeeeeeeee?" a voice whispered. Greg's whole body shook, he couldn't tell where it had gone, but he knew it was still in the room. It had to be. A flash of yellow lightning vanished behind one of the office cubicles. There.
He raised the cold gun again and pulled the trigger. Only this time, the beam shot backwards. The blast encased his head in ice and as his brain began to freeze; he slipped backwards, he hit the floor and his skull broke apart into frozen chunks. The monster, had turned the gun around in the milliseconds after Greg had fired.
Mattie stepped towards the exit, pounding his fists against the metal door: They were locked in. They were locked in, and they were going to die. He hadn't even told Molly how he fel-
Two bloody hands took a hold of Mattie's head, and squeezed. The pressure built and built, it felt like his head was going to explode. And then it did. His skull burst open, the contents splattering across the door. His body, slid down the metal surface with a loud squeak.
"Molly, you need to get out of here," Kate begged.
"I can't- it's... It's locked us in-" she blubbed.
"I'll distract it, just-"
Kate's words were cut off by the cracking of her neck. Her body fell at Molly's feet.
The monster stepped forward, its red eyes staring curiously at the one survivor.
"Please don't-" Molly slid backwards, tears in her eyes. "Please, take whatever you want!"
A noise like a bee's buzzing exited the monster's mouth. Molly couldn't work out was it was doing at first, then she realised. It was shushing her. "You seeeeeeeee this massacre? You seeeeee these bodies? These corpses? Your colleagues, your friends killedbeforetheir tiiiiiiiiiiiime? Husbandsand wiiiiiiiiiiiiives. Mothersand faaaaaaaaaaathers. Sonsanddaughters. Peoplewhoare never cominghoooooooome. Remember it. Hold ontothis memooooooooory. Hold ontothe traaaaaaaaagedy."
It placed its' bloody hand on her shoulder and she flinched. "Itcanonly make you stroooooonger."
Molly closed her eyes, whimpering in fear: she could hear the breaking of glass; the whirring of the doors unlocking. When she finally opened her eyes, the monster was gone. And with it, the Cloudburst.
==GCPD==
Drury returned to his cell that night. Moonlight crept through the bars from outside, shining into his eyes as he tried to sleep. Just as he had finally settled, a voice called out to him from across the hall.
"Do you... Remember that other timeline? The one Bridget made?" the voice asked, not bothering to check if he was awake first.
The question caught Drury off guard. It was the first time Carson had said a word to him since they'd been arrested.
"Just flashes," Drury sat up, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly. "Odd images, faces I don't recognise, places I've never been to. The smell of... burning." As he spoke, an involuntary tear ran down his cheek. He didn't know why.
Carson swallowed. “Huh. 'Cause I do. I remember Charaxes using my suffering to goad my daughter into creating the alternate reality he'd use to make his escape. I remember my hand on the wheel, as I sought to take control of my 'Mothpoint' counterpart. And I remember you. As insufferable then as you are now. So, don’t you think you’re forgiven. That anything is forgiven. Soon as I’m free from these bars, you’re dead. You’re fucking dead.”
Drury rolled his eyes, and turned over in his bed.
"And then there's the name," Carson continued to goad him. "Why 'Killer' Moth?"
Drury didn't reply.
"You coulda called yourself anything. Been anyone... But it seems to me like you made your bed all those years ago. You'll always be scum."
One of the best ways to tell whether someone has borderline personality disorder (BPD) or narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is to look at the way they express emotions. Depending upon which subtype they are (vulnerable vs. invulnerable), narcissists have shallow or limited emotions. People with BPD, on the other hand, are far too emotional. In fact, most of the borderline personality disorder criteria have to do with problems people with BPD have regulating their emotions. In this blog post, I'll look at BPD; the next, we'll explore the shallow emotions of those with NPD.
Just like people with diabetes have a problem regulating their blood sugar and must test it several times a day, people with BPD find it difficult to be emotionally consistent. This is why you're continually walking on eggshells, never knowing what to expect when you walk in the door.
Individuals with BPD feel the same emotions that we all do. The difference is that whether they're good or bad feelings, they're off the charts. "People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90 percent of their body," says Marsha M. Linehan, Ph.D., founder of Dialectical Behavioral Therapy. "Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement."
Of the nine criteria for BPD, four of them deal directly with emotions. They are:
Intense and quickly changing mood swings, irritability or anxiety. Most people can take steps to feel better when they feel bad. And they can control, to some extent, how they express their moods. But people with BPD find this difficult or impossible. Anxiety and irritability are part of the everyday landscape.
Chronic feelings of emptiness: BPs experience chronic feelings of emptiness, which is tied into their lack of identity. A borderline woman says: "I feel empty inside, so I try to keep busy all the time. I throw parties, get into new relationships, smoke, drink, change jobs, or go to a movie. But nothing fills the void." A man says, "My former partner consistently makes comments of feeling empty and worthless, even though she has many people in her life and a very successful business. She received cards in the mail often from friends. But she still felt this pervasive feeling of emptiness and sadness."
Inappropriate anger or difficulty controlling anger. "My ex-wife can be as sweet and kind as a saint one moment, rage the next, and then just as abruptly switch back. I can see the changes coming by watching her eyes," says Mark, the ex-husband of a BP.
Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment. This is probably the hallmark of BPD. Because of that fear, people with BPD constantly seek affection and reassurance to combat their lack of self-esteem. For example, they may constantly call or text you just to make sure you are still there and care about them.
A woman with a BPD husband says:
"He would physically block entrances and exits so I couldn't leave. When I was gone he would drink himself silly, not go to work, and call me at all hours of the night telling me how much he missed me and needed me. If I wanted to go out with friends, he wanted to come with so he wouldn't be home by himself. He often had dreams in which we would be at a party and I wouldn't talk to him or acknowledge him. If people didn't return his emails or calls within a very short period of time, he would think they didn't want to be his friend anymore, or they were mad at him, or he had done something wrong to upset them."
The difference between the emotions of people with BPD and everyone else can be summed up as follows:
1) Their emotions are more intense. Brain studies show that the "emotional" centers of the brain actually overpower the "logical" centers. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being high, once the emotions of an individual with BPD are at a six and over you can't really reason with them. They may kick or hit walls, slam doors, punch a car, break household items, and even become physically violent.
2) Their emotions are unpredictable, flipping quickly from one to another. You feel lost and confused as to what just happened. A woman says:
"His mood can change in the blink of an eye. Usually, we could be joking about something, having a really great time and even bonding, and then something I said would trigger something in him and he would get upset, then pissy, then angry, then raging. Sometimes it would take a few days for this to build up. But once it started, I could always tell what was going on. It's like feeling a storm front move in.You can feel the change in the atmosphere."
3) One triggered, they take much longer to come down to baseline (a 1-3 on the scale). At the same time, once the emotion is gone, it's gone, and they don't remember feeling differently. They may not understand why you're still mad at them.
4) Because of their lack of impulse control, they act on their emotions before they've had a chance to think through the consequences of their actions. While their actions are intended to help them feel better, in the long run they feel worse. So emotional dysregulation leads to behavioral dysregulation.
A man explained,
"My girlfriend self-medicated with Xanax. She was bulimic after intense emotional feelings. She would eat a whole pint of ice cream and then say she was emotionally eating. She would drink a lot when she was stressed. She was pretty promiscuous sexually before our relationship and she had been sexual with a few other people while she was with her husband."
5) They can hold a grudge forever about something that happened years ago and continually bring up what hurt them as if it happened yesterday.
Next we'll take a look at the two types of narcissists, vulnerable and invulnerable, and contrast the way they experience emotions with those who have BPD.
Guest doll, hes not mine.
I didn't win the Wclub lottery for him, but I was able to see and photograph the one of a friend of mine.
He is very handsome and I like him, but I have not decided yet if I want to look for him in the secondary market, I am in a phase of my collecting where the bulimic hunger for having all the dolls that I like has disappeared.
Polly smokes illicitly in her bathroom. Residents at the Renfrew Center for eating disorders are only permitted to smoke during designated breaks on the smoke porch.
Woo! Was finally able to take pictures of this guy. I have a Ru! <3 His name is Daemon Butler and I already think he's awesome ^_^ his character is so sweet, though I need to get him his own body.
I'm actually considering a DC body for him, because his character is bulimic, so I do need a rather skinny body. The only thing that puts me off DC 60cm body is the elongated arms and super skinny legs. I know he's supposed to be skinny but he does walk so there would be SOME muscle. If anyone knows a decent body for the kinda thing I'm looking for, please let me know ^_^ no bigger then 63 ish cm pleeease *O*
When Trachelle arrived at her mansion at 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning, she felt the best idea was to purge her stomach of everything she consumed that day. She crossed her glimmering hard wood floors to the tile bathroom to get some gastro relief. Her perfect thigh gap would remain the same.
Reason No. 1
Trachelle had a rough night. Now she's paying the price. It might be a good idea to get rid of her VIP card at R.J.'s Boom Boom Saloon and stay off the chilled blueberry Smirnoff shots.
Reason No. 2
Trachelle is finding it tough to maintain her thin figure. If she didn't purge the foie gras, steak frites, martinis and shots that she consumed with the girls, she'd gain weight and her judgemental boyfriend Reggie will not find her attractive. He only dates size 00's. But he made an exception for Trachelle's size 0 body because she had wicked hair.
Note: Santa got these (a doll house and five Barbie dolls) for my 3-year old daughter and I thought I'd have some fun after the eight hours of daddy labour assembling the doll house.
🇫🇷 Jardin Botanique de Deshaies Le Jardin botanique de Deshaies est un jardin botanique situé dans la commune de Deshaies, sur l'île de Basse-Terre, en Guadeloupe. La propriété '7 ha )a appartenu à d'abord Guy Blandin puis à Coluche( 1979)et enfin....à Michel Gaillard qui l'achète en1991 et décide de l'ouvrir au public en 1998
Nous avions aimé le visiter l'an passé , et nous voulions le voir après la météo cataclysmique connue par les Antilles; A notre grande joie , le jardin n'a pas trop souffert.
la couleur d' Allamenda
Aux Antilles françaises, il est connu sous le nom d'allamanda jaune ou de liane à lait. A La Réunion, outre le terme allamanda, coupe-trompette d'or et monette sont aussi employés.La corolle en entonnoir est d'un jaune vif très lumineux, avec un tube de 2-5 cm, non renflé à la base. Les 5 lobes arrondis et réfléchis sont imbriqués dans le sens inverse des aiguilles d'une montre.L'allamanda fleurit toute l'année.
Les feuilles de cet arbuste sont l'un des deux plats préférés(avec le frangipanier) du Pseudosphinx Tetrio (une magnifique chenille mais boulimique
🇬🇧 Jardin Botanique de Deshaies The Jardin Botanique de Deshaies is a botanical garden located in the commune of Deshaies, on the island of Basse-Terre in Guadeloupe. The 7-hectare property first belonged to Guy Blandin, then to Coluche (1979) and finally.... to Michel Gaillard, who bought it in 1991 and decided to open it to the public in 1998.
We enjoyed visiting it last year, and wanted to see it after the cataclysmic weather in the West Indies. To our great delight, the garden did not suffer too much.
the colour of Allamenda
In the French West Indies, it is known as yellow allamanda or milk vine. The funnel-shaped corolla is a very bright bright yellow, with a tube 2-5 cm long, not swollen at the base. The 5 rounded, reflexed lobes are interlaced in an anti-clockwise direction.allamanda flowers all year round.
The leaves of this shrub are one of the two favourite meals (along with the frangipani) of the Pseudosphinx Tetrio (a magnificent but bulimic caterpillar).
🇪🇸 Jardín Botánico de Deshaies El Jardín Botánico de Deshaies es un jardín botánico situado en la comuna de Deshaies, en la isla de Basse-Terre, en Guadalupe. Esta propiedad de 7 hectáreas perteneció primero a Guy Blandin, después a Coluche (1979) y finalmente.... a Michel Gaillard, que lo compró en 1991 y decidió abrirlo al público en 1998.
Disfrutamos visitándolo el año pasado, y queríamos verlo después del cataclismo meteorológico de las Antillas. Para nuestro gran deleite, el jardín no sufrió demasiado.
El color de Allamenda
En las Antillas francesas se la conoce como allamanda amarilla o vid de leche. La corola en forma de embudo es de un amarillo brillante muy vivo, con un tubo de 2-5 cm de largo, no hinchado en la base. Los 5 lóbulos redondeados y reflejos se entrelazan en sentido contrario a las agujas del reloj.La allamanda florece todo el año.
Las hojas de este arbusto son una de las dos comidas favoritas (junto con el frangipani) de la Pseudosphinx Tetrio (una oruga magnífica pero bulímica).
🇩🇪 Jardin Botanique de Deshaies
Der Jardin Botanique de Deshaies ist ein botanischer Garten in der Gemeinde Deshaies auf der Insel Basse-Terre in Guadeloupe. Das Anwesen (7 ha) gehörte zunächst Guy Blandin, dann Coluche( 1979) und schließlich.... Michel Gaillard, der es 1991 kaufte und 1998 beschloss, es der Öffentlichkeit zugänglich zu machen.
Wir hatten ihn letztes Jahr gerne besucht und wollten ihn auch nach dem kataklysmischen Wetter auf den Antillen sehen; zu unserer großen Freude hat der Garten nicht allzu sehr gelitten.
Die Farbe von Allamenda
Auf den Französischen Antillen ist sie unter dem Namen Allamanda jaune oder liane à lait bekannt. Auf La Réunion werden neben dem Begriff Allamanda auch Coupe-trompette d'or und Monette verwendet.Die trichterförmige Krone ist sehr leuchtend gelb und hat eine 2-5 cm lange Röhre, die an der Basis nicht ausgebuchtet ist. Die 5 abgerundeten, gespiegelten Lappen sind gegen den Uhrzeigersinn ineinander verschachtelt.Allamanda blüht das ganze Jahr über.
Die Blätter dieses Strauches sind neben Frangipani eine der beiden Lieblingsspeisen von Pseudosphinx Tetrio (einer wunderschönen, aber bulimischen Raupe).
🇮🇹 Jardin Botanique de Deshaies Il Jardin Botanique de Deshaies è un giardino botanico situato nel comune di Deshaies, sull'isola di Basse-Terre in Guadalupa. La proprietà di 7 ettari apparteneva prima a Guy Blandin, poi a Coluche (1979) e infine.... a Michel Gaillard, che lo acquistò nel 1991 e decise di aprirlo al pubblico nel 1998.
Ci è piaciuto molto visitarlo l'anno scorso, e volevamo vederlo dopo il cataclisma meteorologico delle Antille. Con nostra grande gioia, il giardino non ha sofferto troppo.
il colore di Allamenda
Nelle Antille francesi è conosciuta come allamanda gialla o vite del latte. La corolla a forma di imbuto è di un giallo molto brillante, con un tubo lungo 2-5 cm, non rigonfio alla base. I 5 lobi arrotondati e riflessi sono intrecciati in senso antiorario.L'allamanda fiorisce tutto l'anno.
Le foglie di questo arbusto sono uno dei due pasti preferiti (insieme al frangipane) dello Pseudosphinx Tetrio (un bruco magnifico ma bulimico).
Not at all--just thinner. Remember, I was only 41 years old at the time :)
Taken at a Chi Chapter meeting in January, 1988
When I was only a few feet high I used to absolutely loathe the sound of the sea. There are many family photos of me stood by the water’s edge at some bleak, drizzly beach looking out to sea with my hands tightly clasped over my ears.
I couldn’t understand why no one else seemed to find the noise excruciating, It seemed so rude for the sea to be so crudely loud and violent towards me when I had come all that way to visit it.
At some point I swayed the other way and found that it wasn’t so horrific if I removed my hands from my ears, just as at some point as a child I realised that when I was eating toast the crunching sound in my head wasn’t nearly as loud to everyone else as it was to me.
There is a new series on BBC 1 about trawler men, it’s totally compelling. I had no idea of the ordeals the poor guys going out to get our prawns have to suffer. It’s not like having a field full of cows waiting to become beef burgers, knowing how much produce you will have. The poor buggers have to find some fish first and it seems that the skipper just has to guess, usually choosing an interestingly named area on the map like ‘dead man’s leg, the damp squib, witches elbow, fisherman’s end, that patch of water where all the seagulls bob about and there is a giant floating arrow sign pointing out the cod.’
I now know that Coley is very undesirable and I didn’t even know it existed until this week, now I want a Coley revival to help out the fishermen as it’s all they seem to catch.
I imagine the cameramen at the BBC having to draw straws for the job filming the show. “Dave, please can I swap you cash in the attic for trawler men this week? I did a whole month of it and I lost three stone over the side of the boat, my wife thinks I’m becoming bulimic and she keeps leaving air fresheners in my pants.” “Honestly Dave, it’s not that bad, you get to have fish and chips every night, if you can keep it down, and I hear that they are now making the camera guys on cash in the attic film naked anyway and you still have that really hairy mole the shape of a trucker’s arse on your back don’t you?”
Graffiti by Plantrees
Plant more trees!
Pacific coast
Pacifica, CA
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More graffiti from the same artist:
* Pacifica
Bitok la albondiga bulimica obsesionada con su imagen.
This is Bitok the image-obsessed bulimic meatball
*Note: Anorexia/Bulimia is becoming extremely common in not only girls, but boys as well. I've known many beautiful people who have suffered from this disease. If you know of anyone who needs your help, don't ever give up on them! There are many resources online and in your community to get them help!