For the life of me I can’t figure out what it is that would behoove a person to watch a reality show. For starters, most of it is scripted which means the fans would believe any line of bull they’re presented with. Secondly, there’s an unhealthy give and take of ego. Viewers uplift the ego of the people on screen which is already outrageously high. The Kardashians, any “Real Housewives” are ridiculously vain and greedy, essentially wealthy lowlifes. Worse yet, because of advertising dollars, they get even wealthier. The ugly tradeoff is that viewers sacrifice their own ego, diminishing their own self-worth because they’re filling up their time watching someone else’s life instead of their own empty lives. Those shows only prove that being wealthy doesn’t make you a worthwhile person. Why waste your time on someone like that? You matter. Take stock in yourself and your own loved ones, and forget everyone else.
For me, this is one of those weeks where you just gotta say, thank you, Havah, for getting me through the work week. It wasn’t especially hard but very trying on my nerves. Other times I just felt sad and incomplete. I’m just glad to see it pass me by.
People who dislike a particular era or its aesthetics shouldn’t be allowed to present it. I grew up idolizing Wonder Woman so needless to say I am pissed about the recent WW 1984. Patty Jenkins made a film that was not only absurdly silly but was among the worst representations of the 1980’s I’ve ever seen. Nearly every shot had peoples’ hair and clothing wrong. I get that most modern women are such a bunch of lazy Walmart shoppers that they’re never classy enough to wear pantyhose but you don’t get to revise history because of it. Women wore hosiery ALL THE TIME in the 80s! (because they were classy) There were entire displays filled with those funny little eggs of L’eggs pantyhose in every grocery store in America. And yes, I love Lynda Carter with the sheer beige as part of her WW outfit. If Patty J or any other film-maker can’t get the era right, they should be locked in a room and forced to watch Glow or the entire series of Designing Women until they learn from it.
Would you want a physician helping you if they had lousy skills? Would you want someone repairing your home if they had no experience? Would you be willing to buy some kid’s crayon drawing for a million dollars? Of course not.
Then we need to fix America’s rock music. In ’91 the grunge bands destroyed musicianship as we know it. There’s not a single one of them that can play like Eddie Van Halen, Ace Frehley, Geroge Lynch, name your fave guitarist. Not a single one of them can sing like Steve Perry, Paul Stanley, or Brad Delp. Not one of them can drum like Alex Van Halen, John Bonham, or Vinnie Appice. Not a one of them can write or compose to save their lives.
An idiot I recently worked with said, “but don’t you think less is more?” Hell NO! I expect people to be good at what they do! I don’t want architects that create buildings that collapse, I don’t want a doctor that is unfamiliar with a scalpel, I won’t buy a crayon drawing for a million dollars, and NO ONE should consider grunge or post-grunge bands as “classic”. Cobain sucked. He and his peers killed American rock and American culture and we need to resurrect it. Get a hold of White Lion’s “Pride” and Boston’s first album and don’t come out of your room until you’ve learned from them.
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I’ll elaborate more about this in the future in detail with how I think it pertains to individual subject matter, but I’ll keep it general here. We’re at a stage in human development where nothing good comes out of competition. I don’t mean businesses, where it keep capitalism healthy, but more in regards to resources, or various accolades. Psychologically, nothing good comes from anyone of any walk of life striving to one-up someone else or needing to prop up their ego by elevating themselves over others. If anything, that’s an ingredient of bullying and hatred.
I’m convinced the Almighty is a woman and that she is very real. There is no law or religion that can contain her. I suspect that she was worshiped properly long ago in our past but men couldn’t handle a woman being in power and decided to change the tale in their favor. She is our beautiful, loving Mother and I simply call her by her proper name, Eva or Havah.
I have to admit I am absolutely obsessed with vintage 80’s dresses these days. I probably have over a dozen of them now. They are a little bit longer than the typical midi’s I have but, holy-moly, are they ever gorgeous! I had to have this one with my love for lilac, lavender, purple colors.