I need reminders 'cause I gotta take midpoint pictures for my contest this week, you understand. Heh.
xoxo
Monday, June 13, 2011
body image post
I don't know if any of you have seen this, but it is a photo montage of female Olympic athletes. What is very cool about it is that it shows the wide range of body types even in women who are world-class athletes and are in peak physical condition. There is no one right way to look. There is no such thing as THE perfect body.
I need reminders 'cause I gotta take midpoint pictures for my contest this week, you understand. Heh.
xoxo
I need reminders 'cause I gotta take midpoint pictures for my contest this week, you understand. Heh.
xoxo
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A pretty rich coincidence that this passed my most recent in the ether.
I like the judge's definition of pornography--that you know it when you see it, and I think most folks need to get back in touch with their abiding inner perverts, and shout down their pesky inner peer-pressured teenagers, and look for their response ahead of their assessment of how closely any particular woman resembles any other. My first impression of the athletic montage is to laugh at how sexualized the quasi-sport chicks are (even the name "rhythmic gymnastics" is dirty) compared to how much more for other purposes the athletic bodies appear.
But I might suggest you can pare back on the weightlifting somewhere short of Olympic-caliber...
Yeah, "fake sports is fake."
Personally, I'm thinking if my body were to be taken to peak physical condition, it might look something like trampoline girl's. Those are some Bulgy Polish Catcher's thighs take to the max and used for good, yo.
But, hey, most importantly (now that I've done my reading!): we were in the same place at the same time yesterday and I didn't see you???!!!?? Did you see me and not say "hi"? I am terribly wounded :-( Sob.
Paramount theater between 5:30pm and 8:45pm?
Dark Mirror only. Was doing manual labor before that :-)
Amazing coincidence--I walked in by myself after the curator's spiel, and immediately before the curtain, so I didn't see the rest of the audience. (Had to duck out to CVS for kleenex, so if you heard someone sniffling and coughing through the show, that was me). I didn't get up right away at the end, (too busy talking about how hot Terry was more than Ruth), so you likely got out far enough ahead of me that I couldn't see you.
So, Ruth or Terry? (And wasn't the whole good twin/evil twin psychology angle too trite for words?)
We kept waiting for a twist, for good twin to turn out to be evil/crazy twin or something. But alas, no. I said, if *I* were writing it, I'd have made both twins turn out to be evil and in cahoots together. THAT would have been a much better plot.
I would have had the elevator boy do it out of jealousy over the "good" one, not realizing it was the "bad" one with the Doc, and there was actually plenty enough to go around. The sisters would both think the other did it, so they would both try to get the cop (this time played by Victor Mature) to let the other one off. He'd figure it out in the end, of course, right before the bad one figures out that she likes tough guys better than rich guys. Then we find out that the good one was actually playing the elevator boy to take the fall for her, and super freaky.
So you, in essence, would have written an entirely different movie.
I have no problem with that. ahahaha
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