Just stumbled upon this insightful article of a woman reflecting on her experience as a peep show girl while looking for a substantial job in New York City. Her strength seems immense and her experience is an honest account of what a woman in trouble is capable of doing.
http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/my_life_as_live_nude_girl_tpy2CS65kJRKpJaAlmU85H/0
Hello! My friend John Ungaro just a clip of his on FunnyorDie.com! It is called Ingmar Bergman's BBQ Sauce. Ever wonder what would happen if everybody's favorite Swedish director turned to advertising? "Paul Newman and his weak sauce salad dressing be damned. You haven't truly tasted truth until you've had the BBQ Sauce of the Swedish film genius." Check it out:
I was just approached by an older black man who was trying to be sweet on me in a mall. Times like this always make me wish I didn't look 18. He asked what I was looking for, and I replied "Nothing." I probably should have told him to fuck off, but I am a gentle person. He then asked me what my name was and I told him "I have no name. Leave me alone." He just kept walking next to me as I uncomfortably continued forward, trying to find the food court.
Then I saw my sanctuary, one of those beauty stands with an eastern European woman selling nail care products and moisturizers. To get away from the dude I started talking to her. She buffed one of my fingernails and put cuticle cream on it while I feigned interest. She kept getting out the gift set and putting it in my hands, and I would put it down almost immediately. We did this about five times as she kept talking. Here I was, caught in another person trap. My eyes darted along the mall, looking for the black man and also another way out. She saw me glancing around, and detected my interest waning. Then she got out the green tea moisturizer and put it on my hands, asking me to feel it and smell it. She got out another kind, something floral like jasmine, and had me smell it, asking me which one I liked more.
I said to her, "Neither is really my type." "Do you prefer fresh smell or floral?," she asked earnestly. "To be honest," I said, "I prefer food smells." She actually broke her retail persona and laughed at me for a moment, failing to quickly recover from my unusual statement. She instantly grabbed another product, but I quickly decided to tell her I was allergic and left the stand to get a plate of mediocre Chinese food.
Cheeky directors Lernert & Sander embrace the urge for cosmetic overkill in their surreal short Natural Beauty. Makeup artist Ferry van der Nat and his assistant Vanessa Chan helped to execute the vision, slathering a host of Ellis Faas products on Belgian beauty Hannelore Knuts, who was recently named the new face of Swiss fashion house Akris.
They wanted to apply 365 layers of makeup in one day to see how much is needed to go from a natural look to an outrageous one.It took them nearly nine hours non-stop to apply all the layers to Hannelore’s face. The team used seven bottles of Foundation S103; two bottles of Creamy Eyes E107; three Milky Lips L205 pens; and two bottles of Blush S301. All together 228.40ml or nearly one cup of makeup.
This short video is truly bizarre and eye opening. I use make-up almost every day, just seeing the overwhelming amount of junk I apply on my face for a full year all at once made me feel a little ill. The lengths to which we change our natural appearance to feel normal is shocking. Yet, I will continue to do it nearly every morning.
The other day I had a patient whose life truly gripped me. Here I am, a 21- year old graduate PT student struggling with the ever looming situation of having my long term boyfriend teach English to kids in Italy for 9 months, while a young woman comes in, has already given birth, dated a guy for many years before marrying him is teeters on the brink of a real life changing event. They are now awaiting order from the US army to discover where in the world they will be stationed. She has been told it could possibly be somewhere in Asia, but it is uncertain. Somehow she is able to deal with leaving her entire family, well-known culture and any semblance of a stable life to travel across the world where she will be berated with accusations of marrying as a direct result from pregnancy from the group on the base, with no stable support from her family or close friends. Treating her for a physical diagnosis seems insignificant after hearing about her life. What physical relief I could give her will only slightly diminish the weight I imagined was upon her shoulders.
After she shared this with me it made me realize how unprepared I feel for life sometimes. Sure, I could be completely self sufficient but to have a newborn with a husband on active duty, people dependent on me for support and life, feels impossible at this time. I am unabashedly reliant on others. Decision making is not the issue here, I believe there is no better person to guide you in life than the royal we. However, when it comes to maintaining my usually happy-go-lucky way of existing, it takes a solid surrounding group of wonderful people. This is not a good thing or a bad thing, I live my life with others but not according to others. Someone else could potentially feel happy using their own internal mechanism (I'm talking introvert on the Myers-Briggs, what UP), but this is just who I am.
The patient I treated is so brave and courageous it astounds me. Even with her future awaiting a single phone call she exuded such a vibrant air. She was effervescent and lively, seemingly untouched by the chaos surrounding her. It seemed like she was so at peace with it. Having this zen in her life is a finely crafted skill. I do not know how she has come to that point so young in life, it is a wisdom or understanding perhaps that I have only observed with older generations until now, but I envy her ability and hope one day to get to that point in my life.
