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hitrecordjoe:

We’re now finally allowed to post the DonJon trailer on our hitRECord YouTube channel.  

I RECorded a more casual intro for it :O)

What appears to be a romantic comedy with a ripped JGL in a relationship with Scarlett Johansson… and porn.

YES. WHEN IS THIS COMING OUT?

Corn cakes. ❤

anarcho-queer:

Elderly Pakistani Man Stabbed To Death After Leaving Mosque In Birmingham

A 75-year-old man stabbed to death yards from his home may have been targeted in a racially motivated attack, according to police.

Mohammed Saleem, who used a walking stick, was stabbed three times in the back as he returned home from prayers at his local mosque in Small Heath, Birmingham, on Monday night.

The blows were struck with such violence they penetrated to the front of his body.

The father of seven also had no defensive wounds in what has been described as a swift, vicious and cowardly attack by the man leading the murder investigation, Detective Superintendent Mark Payne of West Midlands police.

Officers want to trace a white man, aged 25-32, of medium height and build, spotted on CCTV footage running near the scene of the attack around the time it happened, just before 10.30pm.

Police also want to trace a seven-seat people carrier captured on CCTV, driving near the mosque with the two male occupants, both white and in their 30s, who are considered “significant witnesses”.

In an emotional family appeal on Thursday, two of Saleem’s daughters, Shazia Khan, 45, and Nazia Maqsood, 44, called for the attackers to hand themselves in. They tearfully described their father as a “widely respected member of the community” and “much-loved”.

(via theuncolonizedmind)

themilitantbaker:

May 19, 2013

Mike Jeffries
c/o Abercrombie & Fitch
Abercrombie & Fitch Campus
6301 Fitch Path
New Albany, Ohio 43054

Hey Mike,

I know you’ve been flooded with mail regarding your comments on sizeism, but I wanted to take a second to write you about a project I’ve been working on.

As a preface: Your opinion isn’t shocking; millions share the same sentiment. You’ve used your wealth and public platform to echo what many already say. However, it’s important you know that regardless of the numbers on your tax forms, your comments don’t stop anyone from being who they are; the world is progressing in inclusive ways whether you deem it cool or not. The only thing you’ve done through your comments (about thin being beautiful and only offering XL and XXL in your stores for men) is reinforced the unoriginal concept that fat women are social failures, valueless, and undesirable. Your apology doesn’t change this.

But oddly enough, that’s not all you have done. You have also created an incredible opportunity for social change.

Never in our culture do we see sexy photo shoots with short, fat, unconventional models paired with not short, not fat, professional models. To put it in your words: “unpopular kids” with “cool kids”. It’s socially acceptable for same to be paired with same, but never are contrasting bodies positively mixed in the world of advertisement. The juxtaposition of uncommonly paired bodies is visually jarring, and, even though I wish it didn’t, it causes viewers to feel uncomfortable. This is largely attributed to companies like yours that perpetuate the thought that fat women are not beautiful. This is inaccurate, but if someone were to look through your infamous catalog, they wouldn’t believe me.

I’ve enclosed some images for your consideration. Please let me know what you think.

A note: I didn’t take these pictures to show that the male model found me attractive, or the photographer found me photogenic, or to prove that you’re an ostentatious dick. Rather, I was inspired by the opportunity to show that I am secure in my skin and to flaunt this by using the controversial platform that you created. I challenge the separation of attractive and fat, and I assert that they are compatible regardless of what you believe. Not only do I know that I’m sexy, but I also have the confidence to pose nude in ways you don’t dare. You’re are more than welcome to prove me wrong by posing shirtless with a hot fat chick; it would thrill me to see such a shoot.

I’m sure you didn’t intend for this to be the outcome, but in many ways you are kind of brilliant. Not only are you a marketing genius (brand exclusivity really is a profitable move) but you also accidentally created an opportunity to challenge our current social construct. My hope is that the combination of these contrasting bodies will someday be as ubiquitous as the socially accepted ideal.

Ever so sincerely, 
Jes

P.S. If you would like to offer me a “substantial amount” to stop wearing your brand so my association won’t “cause significant damage to your image”, don’t hesitate to email me. I respect you as a business man, and my agent and I would be happy to contribute in furthering your established success.

P.P.S. You should know your Large t-shirt comfortably fits a size 22. You might want to work on that.

Women with self-confidence like this make my decade.

And sometimes, it doesn’t even have to come from Abercrombie & Fitch f-tards to make you feel like your body isn’t good enough. The horrible reality is that when people around you want to lose weight and be skinny, you’re perpetuated to think that you’re meant to be doing the same - even if, in actual fact, you have no damn problem being a Size 10 and loving it (apparently, 6 is the ‘ideal’ end-goal?).

Having someone telling you that these types of thoughts are ridiculous in a way that makes you feel good about yourself is magical. Keep it up.

(via crystalsavestheday)

An embarrassing truth?

I really, really miss being in my teens.

In response to my last post —

I FUCKING LOVE TUMBLR. I can post my Instagram photos and create a fucking photo diary in the most effortless manner possible. A photo diary that I would otherwise just be too lazy - that’s right, there’s that word again - to set up.

And photo diaries are the bees’ knees.

Just attempted creating a blog via Blogger. A conversation with an old friend today inspired me to go back to a domain where I had to depend on myself to churn out good ideas. Memes and GIFs are just too friggin’ convenient.

That buzz lasted all of 5 minutes. I just about survived a domain name, before that feeling of wanting to claw my eyeballs out because layouts and templates are frustrating and I give too much of a shit to not care and just depend on the written word.

So, hi there tumblr.

P/S Guys, please let me know if for any reason, the aesthetics of my page make reading annoying. Or hell, comment about my style if you must (though you’ll then have to buy me a pint of ice-cream for emotional trauma - *jokes* #notreallyjoking)

Ingrid Michaelson, Keep Breathing

So yesterday, in the wee hours of 11:45pm (damn you, working world), inspiration struck. At despite the fact that I’m a lazy ass and it took 99% of my physical strength to reach my phone, I feebly managed to type out…

MY BOOK TITLE.

AND THE CORRESPONDING SUB-TITLES FOR 5 CHAPTERS.

Boom.

I don’t know if this is the correct way to write a book - top-down? - and if I’ll see this through to fruition (though I’m extremely optimistic), but just taking that first step felt like a million bucks.

Thank you to those couple of awesome people for those kind, reassuring, and supportive words following yesterday’s post.

In a world of 100-dollar haircuts, Friday night drinks, and the ability to give my dog all the toys she wants, it’s easy to lose sight of what your original end-goal is. It’s even worse when Cosmo reminds you every month of that ever-changing, must-have item of the season… and I’m sure they’re not using the term loosely.

Many a time, I’ve written/thought about the growing pain in my life of not currently doing what I originally set out to.

Blame the hedonistic nature of a university student and/or the ability to justify why a fourth-year in psychology isn’t worth my time (read: bitter) and/or the skill to always look on the bright side of life , but here I am, almost three years later, a marketer in an awesome company filled with great people and countless opportunities to travel, filled by a void (irony fully intended) of a dream unfulfilled.

On the one hand, I’m voicelessly screaming at the sheer idea of a dream; a goal; a damn structure that I’ve hopelessly fallen out of line of. Is it the pain of my generation that we paint a picture of what we hope to achieve and consequently believe that anything outside of these lines is considered failure? And it’s not nice believing you’ve fucked up - I can tell you that much.

Seems the generation that precede us thematically tell me that life is what you make it, a ‘go with the flow’ attitude if you will, which is a damn pain because I’m quite sure it’s the group before theirs that told me I needed to envision what my life would be like at 30 and stick to it, i.e. this is what all your decisions will be based on, so choose carefully. Oh, and let’s not forget the group of people that tell you to live by your own accord; that it’s not what others tell you that counts, but what you believe in. Well, fuck you because I need structure in my life, damn it.

So here it is; a plethora of advice and options and belief systems, and just like with almost everything else in life, you stick to one until you think you’ll be better rewarded elsewhere, and off you go… until one day, you look back and kill yourself with shoulda, coulda, wouldas.

I want to be a writer.

I want to be a psychotherapist.

I also want to stick on this path I’ve stumbled upon, because anything else will leave me with a pay cut, a demotion, and the nerve-wracking insecurity of not being able to pay my next phone bill with money I might not have because of this damn economy.

These people who feed you with the idea of a dream don’t actually stop to tell you how scary that dream is, especially if somewhere along the road usually taken to pay student loans and mortgages, you then decide that the view on the beaten path might have been better. And the people who tell you that mid-level management is the ambition to have, well, they don’t tell you that unless you grew up wanting the security to retire at 40 (assuming you do really well and don’t kill yourself physically on the way, as those guys in Finance usually do), you’ll be bored to shits and that sucks, considering 70% of your waking time is spent in the workplace.

If you’ve made it this far, I thank you. And I promise there’s a point to be made.

You hear about the stories of successful people, who more often than not, have a tidbit to tell you about a time in their lives when they gave up everything to pursue what they felt was their purpose in life. This ends with them saying that it was the best decision they’ve ever made, that the hardships were well worth it, and that the key is to remain unwavering even when all you can do is survive on ramen and fresh air for a year.

Now that’s all fine and dandy, but right now, you’re only sounding like someone from a previous generation, telling me things about the end goal without actually telling me what it was really like (painting a presumptuous picture aside) trying to get there. This fear is paralyzing, but nothing will get me moving quite like the truth.

I am scared, and as is usually the case, I picture the worst case scenario where I’m concerned: homelessness and taunts about how stupid I was to have given up a comfortable life for an impossible dream.

And loan sharks. Even if I never borrowed money illegally. You never know.

In addition to telling me it will be okay, tell me how you dealt with this. Because I’m sure there was a point where you would have gone through it too, and I need the real kind of inspiration.