Thursday, June 16, 2022

Truthiness in advertising

Q: Does beer make you smart? A: It made bud wiser!
 
Hahahahahaha!!! Yeah, I know, old bad joke. 

This is even funnier:


This was posted by Barbara M. Deaton on The Boomer Room page on FB. I don't even know if it's real, but given some of the crazy old ads I've seen, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was an actual ad from back in the day.

Sunday, June 12, 2022

Recent reading: "The Not So Subtle Art of Being a Fat Girl: Loving the Skin You're In"

This is a book I would not have chosen on my own, but needed to read for a paper I wrote for a class that just wrapped up. My topic was the long-term damage and disservice being done to morbidly obese young women by the short-term feel-good benefits of the emergence of the recent fat acceptance movement. 
 
I'm not talking about husky girls or size 16s. I'm talking about people who are not just 100 pounds overweight (the generally accepted definition of morbid obesity) but women who are way, way over that. Think Chrissy Metz (who has been as high as 400 pounds), Lizzo (300 pounds), and model/activist Tess Holliday (reportedly 280 pounds), whose autobiography I ended up using as a source for the paper. 
 
My reason for choosing this topic is because I do think it's a disservice, and a dangerous, potentially deadly one. It's also a personal thing, because while I'm overweight, I've never hit morbidly obese territory. Still, I know what kind of issues I have and how uncomfortable I am at my weight, so when I see women who are 50, 100, 150, even as much as 200 pounds heavier than me, I just don't buy that they're living their best life and that they're comfortable in that skin. My opinion. Time will tell what the future holds for this movement.

 
The Not So Subtle Art of Being a Fat Girl: Loving the Skin You're In
by Tess Holliday

In her defense Holliday had a difficult and chaotic childhood that would explain comfort eating, which she freely admits to. Growing up she dealt with poverty, divorce, and her mother nearly dying after being shot in the head. In her teens Holliday would experience taunting and criticism of her weight. She writes, "From a young age my life was simply about surviving."

Still, she's tough as nails. She originally wanted to be a makeup artist, but the discovery of plus-size models in a catalog helped inspire her to embark on a modeling career of her own. Social media helped bring her attention, leading to her #effyourbeautystandards hashtag going viral. In 2015 she became the largest model signed by a major agency, despite being much shorter and much heavier than typical plus-size models, who were usually tall size 16s.

Like many in-you-face activists, Holliday doesn't brook any criticism and this leads to a certain amount of hypocrisy. She criticizes people who utilize tanning salons because of - get this - the potential danger. She states, "I don't know why anyone would want to risk dying from cancer for the sake of getting a tan." And yet she doesn't address the risks of morbid obesity, of which there are a multitude. She also dismisses critics as compensating for their own issues and shortcomings, instead of at least acknowledging that they may have a point about the well-documented health risks of obesity.
 
Another thing I discovered in my research is the contentious issue of weight loss within the fat acceptance community. Holliday once unfollowed a fan who had documented her weight loss on Instagram. When the disappointed young woman contacted her to ask why, Holliday's response was, "Your weight loss posts are too triggering for me, I'm sure you understand." So much for acceptance, tolerance, diversity, and "healthy at any weight." And this despite the fact that the woman had lost weight on doctor's orders after having been diagnosed as pre-diabetic. More recently, Holliday, who does not appear to have lost a significant amount of weight (or any, really) has announced that she has anorexia, and I just don't know what to think about that. I do think it's safe to say that she has an unhealthy relationship with food (and I can sympathize with that) and probably some other issues that aren't being assuaged by her outwardly positive approach to her size.

In fact, not once does she mention her actual weight. She does admit to going from size 16/18 to 20 after the birth of her first child, and news coverage of her agency signing described her as a size 22. I know what size I wear even though I'm significantly smaller than her, so I'm taking that 22 with a big, fat grain of salt.

Overall, Holliday's is a great story of perseverance in the face of hardship, but it's also noteworthy for her refusal to discuss the possible long-term ramifications to not only her health, but to other morbidly obese women who might be encouraged by her story to embrace an unhealthy lifestyle, rather than really loving themselves enough to do a better job of self-care.

The wit and wisdom of Tess Holliday:
A photo of a fat person enjoying their life is no more "promoting obesity" than a photo of Stevie Wonder is "promoting blindness."
 
Yeah, I know.

Friday, June 10, 2022

Have I mentioned lately that we're living in a damn clown world?

 
 
When you're right, you're right. 


 Do it. DO. IT.
 
Snicked from the internets. Let me know if credit is due.

Tuesday, June 7, 2022

Stupid woke idiots...but I repeat myself

Screenwriter Ed Solomon once posted this to social media:

Do I even need to point out that Ed Solomon's screenwriting credits include...wait for it...Men in Black? So yeah, idiot, I think you do need an old white male's "mansplanation". Dumbass. Seriously, we are living in a clown world.

This and more cringe-worthy interactions can be found in this article.


If only...

Monday, June 6, 2022

It's the anniversary of D-Day and Google is honoring the occasion on its homepage with...

...oh, wait. 

Coffee???

Why, don't you know? It's...(drumroll please)...

 
What do you mean, who's Angelo Moriondo? The hell is wrong with you? If you've heard of D-Day, surely you've heard of Angelo Moriondo, the man who gave us the espresso machine!

No? Well good thing the fine folks at Google are here to give you some education and culture.

Oh, also it's the 78th anniversary of D-Day, so thank you for saving the world from Nazis and yadda, yadda, yadda.
 
Sigh. I guess an espresso machine in action is better than the Google doodle of a burning American flag, because you know that's how they'd do it if they thought they could get away with it.

Thursday, June 2, 2022

Recent reading: "Heaven and Hell: My Life in the Eagles (1974-2001)"

by Don Felder with Wendy Holden

Legendary Eagles guitarist Don Felder grew up poor and music-crazy in Gainesville, Florida before becoming part of one of the biggest-selling rock bands ever. He tells his story from the beginning with his impoverished childhood and into his teens, during which while teaching guitar one of his students was a youngster named Tommy Petty (yes, that Tom Petty).

In his twenties, newly married and struggling to get by in Boston, he was enticed by a close friend, Bernie Leadon, to head to Southern California. Felder and his wife, Susan, drove across country to Los Angeles in 1972 and he began playing and touring with the likes of Graham Nash, Stephen Stills, David Crosby, and Joni Mitchell.
 
Leadon had been a founding member of the Eagles along with Glenn Frey, Don Henley, and Randy Meisner. By the time Felder hit town, the band had had a great deal of success with their country-tinged rock. One day he was asked to join them in the studio and play on a couple of songs for their new album On the Border, one of which was the future hit "Already Gone". A few days later he was asked to join the band as an actual member and happily accepted.

What followed was nearly three decades of rock stardom, legendary albums and songs, monstrous egos, and almost non-stop behind the scenes strife. First, Leadon, who was unhappy with the move away from country to rock, left. He was replaced by Joe Walsh. After more friction, Meisner left and was replaced by Timothy B. Schmit.

When the Eagles were first formed, the decision was made that everyone would share equally in the singing and songwriting. The idea was that no one became a breakout star, and no one would ever feel sidelined. But over the years as Frey and Henley commandeered control of the band, that concept fell by the wayside. Felder was able to contribute, most notably the opening strains of their monster hit "Hotel California", but Frey and Henley, along with the band's slimy manager Irving Azoff, who was supposed to represent all of the Eagles but always sided with "The Gods" as that twosome became known, ran the show and often kept Felder and other, "lesser" Eagles in the dark about business deals. Felder, just happy to be part of a successful rock band, rarely objected.
 
But it was the deal that was supposed to reunite the band after a live show on New Year's Eve 1999 (that shafted Felder, Walsh and Schmidt) that finally led to Felder speaking up, and the result was his being unceremoniously fired from the band that he had always loved desperately, despite its dysfunction. It was also this shady deal that led to Felder suing the band. The case was settled out of court, and the good news is that as the book ends shortly after that, he seems to have found himself in a good place in life and also seems to have made his peace with the insanity that was his life in the fast lane.

Highly recommended look at the music industry in the 1970's forward, and for the warts-and-all look behind the scenes of one of the biggest bands in the history of rock and roll. For all the shit he took, Felder made some amazing music and lived an amazing life.

I spent years on the road away from my family, missing my wife and kids. I suffered stress-related health problems and spent sleepless, drug-fed nights wondering if it was all worth it. I endured untold emotional abuse from people who should have been my best friends. We'd been through so much. We'd laughed and loved and lived and cried to the same songs as our audience, but the bottom line is, we never really got along. I realize that now. From the first day I walked into the Record Plant studio, that band was breaking up. Everyone was at each other's throat, emotionally and artistically. We just never clicked the way some bands did. A self-destruct mechanism was constantly ticking away. Beneath a rigid code of silence that hid our fractured, contentious side from the public and allowed our mythical peaceful, easy image to continue, our dream of stardom and togetherness slowly morphed into a Hotel California-style nightmare. Terrified of speaking out in case I made things worse, my years of acquiescence meant that I could check out but I could never leave.

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

May Words of Wisdom

I only write when I'm inspired, so I see to it that I'm inspired every morning at nine o'clock. --Peter DeVries

Do not set aside your happiness. Do not wait to be happy in the future. The best time to be happy is always now. --Roy T. Bennett

Let today be the day you love yourself enough to no longer just dream of a better life; let it be the day you act upon it. --Steve Maraboli

Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own. --Marcus Aurelius
 
I'm going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life. --Elsie de Wolf
 
The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind. --Caroline Myss 
 
Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit. --Henry David Thoreau 
 
Elegance is the only beauty that never fades. --Audrey Hepburn
 
Let the magical night sky with beautiful music be your backdrop. Make the moon and stars your friends because they know your secrets. --Hiral Nagda 

The love of old things is a way of respecting time. --Wu Ming Yi
 
Once you realize your worth, you'll be embarrassed at the shit you once settled for. --Jesue Pena
 
Evil cannot create anything new, they can only corrupt and ruin what good forces have invented or made. --J.R.R. Tolkien

I will absolutely leave the court when I do my job as poorly as you do yours. --Justice Clarence Thomas (to the media)

The most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks and observes. --Bruce Lee

We don't always need to agree with one another. But we should try our best to behave with respect for one another. --Karen Salmansohn (How sad is it that in today's society that advice sounds quaint and naive?)

Friday, May 27, 2022

There's no crying in hockey. The NBA, on the other hand...

Man oh man, it's been a slow blogging month. Luckily, The Babylon Bee has come through with this hilarious headline: 

From the most excellent article:

LOS ANGELES, CA—With nothing to do during basketball playoffs, LeBron James turned on a hockey game and was shocked to see players somehow getting back to their feet after being knocked over.

"This makes no sense!" said a bewildered LeBron. "No tears, no waiting to be carried to a wheelchair, they just literally stand back up and keep playing. How is this possible??"

In case you don't know, LeBron is known for, uh, exaggerating physical contact on the court. Because, apparently there's crying in the NBA. 
 
Also, be sure to scroll down past the article and check out the Law & Order: Microaggression Victims Unit video. Spot on.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

I can't believe it's been x years, yada yada...

I'm going to make this year's short and sweet, partly because I have four assignments for two classes due this weekend (including a major exam due by this evening) but also because I basically say the same thing every year: I can't believe it's been this long. Eleven years ago today my Dad passed away. It's boggling how fast it's gone by, etc. etc. And it's always going to feel that way. 

So only a couple favorite pics today. There's always Father's Day next month.

Miss you, Dad.



Sunday, May 8, 2022

Happy Mother's Day

Fifth one without her. Man, that went by fast.

We both looked so young...

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Recent reading: Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine (March/April 2022)

I am so far behind in reading. I have three books in progress and the new Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock mags have already arrived, so it was a relief to finally finish something. 
 
"Send in the Clowns" by Paul Charles was probably my favorite. It's a murder mystery in which a minor, blink-and-you'll-miss-it clue gives the investigating detective the ability to unravel a clever but ultimately unsuccessful revenge killing. Dominique Beibau's "Russian For Beginners" is a claustrophobic tale of an avid spelunker lost in a Russian cave; the moment at the end when he finally figures how and why he got lost is absolutely haunting. I also enjoyed Edith Maxwell's "Bye-Bye, JoJo" a brief but entertaining tale about a woman who has no patience with noisy neighbors and their barking dogs.

Some other good ones: Michael Caleb Tasker's bleak "Another Saturday Night" looks at desperate lives in New Orleans. By the end, you do hope that the main character, Sal, a night shift blackjack dealer, does move on, hopefully to bigger and better things. Lou Manfredo's "Sundown" is an interesting whodunit about a pair of detectives seeking the killer of young woman. And I have a soft spot for Tim Baker's "The Rendezvous" because of its clever switch-up of a character's understanding of what it means when someone is about to report to the CIA - in this case, the Culinary Institute of America, not the spy agency. Oops!

In Anna Scotti's "Schrodinger, Cat" a woman confronts her college professor boyfriend after seeing him with another woman and has to deal with his increasingly bizarre explanations for his increasingly odd behavior. How and why she exacts revenge provided a neat twist ending. "Justice" by Cath Staincliffe starts with the line, "She used a claw hammer." Why she used a claw hammer is eventually revealed in a way that thwarts the very justice she was trying to achieve.

From "Bye-Bye, JoJo": If that dog doesn't stop barking, I'm going to kill someone. It's not like I don't know how.

Sunday, May 1, 2022

It's official: Orwell was an amateur

Apparently, Joe Biden thinks massive inflation, record high gas and food prices, a plummeting stock market, and just the suffering of non-elites in general is hilarious:
 
 
You can watch the whole God-awful exchange here if you can stomach it.
 
"Fucking Hell" is right.