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portishead is perhaps the most beautiful music ever to exist.
when I grow up and have furniture upholstered in deep green and deep red velvet and the wooden statues of naked people from ptown. I will burn incense and play portishead in the evenings and wear a slip dress, drink tea and enjoy life with my little dog.

Tupac was a feminist.
I want to write a heavily analysing his writing, songs, actions, history arguing that he is, in fact a feminist icon and above all a feminist or simply a feminist sympathizer. "Keep Ya Head Up" is a feminist anthem for the third wave, I truly believe this. Sure there was objectification of women but thats part of society and I will explore his videos and the director's previous/future videos. I could additionally just explore feminism within rap music, I mean I could do the obvious question whether the average female rappers are empowering women or being further exploited by a society that pushes the idea of Black women as sexually lascivious, a stereotype built on victorian ideals. Of look at Snoop Dogg's participation in the lesbian/woman friendly television series the L Word which has had cameos by such well known feminists as Gloria Steinem and others. However this might be too broad and exploring Tupac as an individual who may or not realized himself as a feminist.
This would be going against the very idea that all rap is detrimental to feminism and explore men's participation in feminism.

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roomie, kim, i

Poll #724310 Nif's Hair
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

Length?

to dye or not to dye

body wave?

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best moment in all of project runway history as described hilariously by both Dan Renzi's and Television Without Pity:

Dan Renzi:

And it's some dude from last season, dressed up in a post office uniform. I guess that has something to do with something they made back then?...whatever. And he's carrying packages for everyone with clues about their next mission, and he's all, I'm from last season! You wish you were as famous as me! Whoop de doo! and they're all like Wow you are so cool! Can I have your autograph? Except he goes up to that dude Emmett, and Emmett looks at him like he just smelled a big turd, and the guy is all Oh my God, don't you know who I am? and Emmett is like Uh, no, and I don't give a flying fuck who you are, I'm not into celebrity post office workers, give me my package asswipe and go be famous someplace else! Emmett is cool.



Television without Pity:

To Emmett, Robert says, "You don't recognize me, do you?" Emmett seems mildly panicked, because -- past the age of, like, I don't know, 20 -- "You don't recognize me, do you?" are words that can have incredibly mortifying connotations. Then, he says, "Oh, yes, Mario." Robert laughs and says, "No, Jay." Emmett doesn't flinch. He responds, "Jay. How are you?" Robert enters the apartment and says, "I'm actually Rob, by the way." Emmett responds, "Rob! Sorry." It's awesome.

Oh god PR you complete me and Emmett you shall be missed *pours a little cristal on the ground* can I get a motherfucking moment of silence??

Girl by: Jamaica Kincaid

Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don't walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn't have gum on it, because that way it won't hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won't turn someone else's stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don't sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn't speak to wharbfflies will follow you; but I don't sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father's khaki shirt so that it doesn't have a crease; this is how you iron your father's khaki pants so that they don't have a crease; this is how you grow okrbafar from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don't squat down to play marblebsyou are not a boy, you know; don't pick people's flowerbsyou might catch something; don't throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don't like, and that way something bad won't fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man; and if this doesn't work there are other ways, and if they don't work don't feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn't fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it's fresh; but what if the baker won't let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won't let near the bread?

I will be broken hearted when the squirrels go away for the winter.
It will absolutely break my heart.
WHERE IS SYBIL?? IF ANYONE KNOWS HER WHEREABOUTS CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY or just leave me a message with a way to contact her.
we are homies and I am sad that when I called her for her address (to send a card) she was all disconnected and stuff. Its simply not fair.

School (which I just accidentally spelled "scool") + work= Jennifer's butt getting kicked.

Im trying to convince myself that I love my life by saying daily affirmations of "Today something miraculous will take place" the only miraculous thing that takes place is I survive to see another day- I guess that is a miracle just not the kind of miracle I was hoping for. I suppose its a practical one though.
Well Im off to do homework and pray that somehow I will wake up a genius with amazing productivity and be able to coast through the next two and a half years of this... but I will try not to be disappointed when the only thing that happens is me waking up to another day of wretch.

"how strange you are, inside looking out. You are not Beppo, or the chestnut tree, or Emma, you are you and you are going to be you forever." It was like coasting downhill, this thought, only much worse, and it quickly smashed into a tree. Why was I a human being?