“…Because I’m Insanely Rich and Have Time for this Type of Bullshit” probably won’t quite hold the same appeal as “Hoarders” or “Intervention”.
But then again, there are a lot of reality shows about rich, attractive, terrible people being rich and attractive and terrible already.
FIONA APPLE was angry. Very angry. “Angry, angry, angry,” as she put it during a long, unguarded conversation on a Friday afternoon in SoHo. About a year and a half ago, after she had completed the album she’ll release on June 19 — a collection of stripped-down, percussive songs that’s as passionate, smart and cutting as anything she’s done — Ms. Apple got so angry that she started walking up and down a hill near her home in Venice, California. … She started to climb that hill for eight hours a day, day after day, until she could barely walk, until she was limping, and then until she could not walk at all. Her knees required months of therapy. “Something about that was a rite of passage,” she said. “I think it’s really healthy to lose things or to give things up for a while, to deprive yourself of certain things. It’s always a good learning experience, because I felt like it really was like, ‘I must learn to walk again.’ I had to walk out all that stuff, and I knew it was stupid, and I kept on walking.”
White people!
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Mr… Mr. Simpson?
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Annie Lennox - Walking on Broken Glass
The Sage does not argue.
Not because of some principle,
But merely because he has nothing to say.
He is vacuous and stupid
Like a newborn infant
Taking his milk direct from the Mother Tao.
He has all the nourishment he needs.
So why should he argue?
Raymond Smullyan, “The Tao is Silent”
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This is amazing.
If I see someone walking around wearing this, my eyes will probably roll right out of my head. Before you wear this, consider how many people around you actually give a shit that you take pills that were invented 50 years ago. Because guess what — if you live in a city, probably none of them do!
If you live in Rush Limbaugh’s garage, sure, knock yourself out. If you want to have balls for real instead of just playing at it, wear this thing to church instead of SHOCKING THE PANTS off of your fellow Brooklyn twenty-somethings.
T-shirt activism. Barf to the max.