The direction to Rivendell, Bagshot Row, and Hogwarts. Don’t say I won’t help where I can.
Look, I’m glad ‘12 Years [A Slave]’ got made and it’s wonderful that people are seeing it and there is another view of what happened in America. But I’m not real sure why Steve McQueen wanted to tackle that particular sort of thing.
[‘Fruitvale Station’] explains things like the shooting of Trayvon Martin, the problems with stop and search, and is just more poignant. America is much more willing to acknowledge what happened in the past: ‘We freed the slaves! It’s all good!’ But to say: ‘We are still unnecessarily killing black men’ – let’s have a conversation about that.
Samuel L. Jackson (via artyartyhadaparty)
I think in light of 12 Years a Slave winning the Oscar for Best Picture, this needs to be remembered. Because it is a very important point in terms of the palatability of 12 Years a Slave and why Fruitvale Station didn’t even get nominated when it has such acclaim outside of the Oscar world.
That headline was a wild adventure from start to finish.
The picture just clinches it
can’t stop laughing
According to the Internet, this is what Europeans think breakfast in America is like.
this is exactly what breakfast in america is like
I HAVE THE EXACT SAME PLATES
Who burns their egg (and only eats one) and drinks coffee with THAT much milk in it?
those crazy Americans
As a proud Floridian I can verify this is exactly what an appropriate breakfast looks like in America.
Actually, that’s two egg short. and wheres the hashbrown?
Last time I had a breakfast like this it wasn’t in America. It was in the Netherlands (Hotel Kurhaus, Scheveningen-Den Haag.) The Dutch approach to bacon matches mine (and the photo). It should be crispy, and there should be lots of it.
There was no gun (not needed) there was no egg (not wanted) but there were waffles-while-you-wait, hash browns likewise, cheese, cold cuts, flaked chocolate sprinkles for the toast (yes, really) and three times the amount of bacon. Or the same amount three times after commutes to the buffet. Whatever.
Someone asked D “Don’t you feed him at home?” She said, “At home, yes. Here, it’s their problem…”
While that MIGHT be an American breakfast, it isn’t a Texan’s breakfast. It’s short two eggs (at least), steak, a shot (or two) of whisky, and that is a ladies gun.
My nieces carry heavier firepower.
Legion of Super-Heroes by George Perez
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.
The Doctor Strange Portfolio by Michael Golden, published by Marvel Comics, 1983.
Maybe your grandad’s fish was the size of a golden retriever!
This is the cover for Silver Age Sci-Fi Companion, drawn by Alan Davis.