vela:

While it is certainly true that a hopeless or pessimistic outlook on life, repressed psychological conflicts and tensions do result in organic pathology, and that positive imaging helps in restoring as well as maintaining health, it is equally true that no one alive can wholly avoid tension, stress, conflict, repressions, depression and disappointment. Indeed, psychological complexes and crises are the building stones of personality. Frustration and repression are the unavoidable conditions of ego-building no less than approval, success, satisfaction and joy. The capacity to become ill seems to be built into the ground plan of human nature regardless of mental efforts to the contrary.

Morever, we are not merely free-floating minds but minds embodied. A genuinely holistic viewpoint cannot but see the body as the visibility of the mind and the mind as the expression of the particular individual self’s way of embodiment. Just as our psyches are open to and indeed participate in the energy patterns that surround us, so our bodies interact with substance and are parts of earth processes and nature. And nature is not only kind and life-supporting; it is also destructive and terrible. Natural living does not guarantee health. Indeed, a perfectly natural way of living would amount to a return to savagery. Primitive man also knew illness. Civilization undoubtedly produces its own pathology but natural primitivism does also. Whichever way we turn we cannot avoid crisis, pain and disease. The tendency to illness appears to be an aspect of the earth dynamic, as is healing. They are the two sides of the same coin.

(Strangely, I picked this book up on my birthday Wednesday and thought about it most of my drive home on Friday.)

Like looking at two brown paper sacks.

yearofthefox:

Mmkay I think we can all agree as women heels fucking suck. They’re one of those things you love because they make your legs look a mile long and they push your ass up and usually show off your pedicure, but they also pinch your toes and kill the balls of your feet and make you prone to, say, falling over while simply standing in the bathroom talking to one of your best friends (true story). For me, heels are the wackest because they force my usual gazelle-esque gait into one of a hobbled Anime character, complete with teeny steps and a Betty Boop-ish strut. While this is okay sometimes, it’s not okay ALL the time, and heels pretty much make me walk this way all the time. This has less to do with the fact the shoe isn’t flat and more to do with the fact shoe designers are idiots.

I know we all like to justify our expensive purchases with the adage “but expensive shit is just made so much better” but we’re bullshitting ourselves. I could go off on a tangent about this in general but I’ll stick to shoes to stay on topic: with the exception of my Camilla Skovgaard’s, my EXPENSIVE shoes (read: Chanel, YSL, Chloe, etc.) ALWAYS hurt the worst. They’re not any more comfortable than the shitty fake crap from China I’ve bought, which again shows us shoe designers are idiots.

You know those jelly inserts you can slip into your shoes to give your soles a break? 90% of the time I try to rock those, I can’t because the height of the insole forces my feet into the top of my shoe which is either uncomfortable or makes me look like I have the fattest feet in the world. Lose/lose. My feet are preternaturally babylike and gorgeous and I want to keep them that way, which is why the fact insoles eat so much dick makes me so sad. Why don’t shoemakers ADD some kind of comfortable shock absorbing material into the soles of their shoes?! WHY?!

Another thing about heels which pisses me off is their complete lack of an actual “sole”. I walked to the Metro the other day (about 3/4 of a mile) in 5 inch heels and realized the sole of my shoe was nothing more than 1 centimeter piece of hard rubber which did nothing for shock absorption, my balance, or my safety. Basically every time I stepped on a pebble, my shoe would lose balance because the sole was so rigid. This meant the entire walk I had to take baby steps to ensure I wouldn’t take a Big Girl step onto a pebble and eat shit in front of rush hour traffic. It also meant every time I stepped on a crack or uneven piece of pavement (read: every other step), I wobbled like a drunkard with stock in Gallo wine. The wobbling then caused me to yell “SHIT!” every couple of blocks as I kept feeling like I was going to eat shit at any moment. I’m not sure what’s worse: screaming SHIT! as you wobble, or actually just going down. Jury is out.

My point is, why don’t shoe designers add some fucking tread to their shoes? The fine images above are shoes by Camilla Skovgaard, a woman who KNOWS design. I have two pairs of her shoes and I’ll tell you: worth every penny. I’d throw all my other shoes in a pit if I could trade them in for Camilla’s work. One of the pairs I have of hers has this trademark tread, and I’ll tell you: shit is a BREEZE to traipse around in. Well, for a heel. The tread absorbs shock, balances you, and just generally looks bad ass. 

I’m not saying to throw this garish tread on every pair of heels, God knows I love myself a simple, flatish, stately heel like all the rest of us but BY GOD, designers, can’t you make it easier on a bitch? Like, insole me and maybe throw some rubber on the bottom of your shoes that doesn’t feel like an extra layer of cement under my feet? And don’t get me started on soles made of coated leather or other “mystery” substances. PLEASE ADD SOME TRACTION AND SHOCK ABSORPTION TO THE MIX! How’s a bitch supposed to get around looking fly if you make it impossible to walk around in your shoes!? Not all of us get chauffeured around, you know.  

All shoes above by the Queen of Heels herself, Camilla Skovgaard.

mrfrivolous:

mr frivolous (by Claudelondon)

gertrudeversuz:

(Inspired by a great post charmingortedious wrote about her affection for the Purple One.) 

I tried so, so hard to keep this list down to ten songs, you guys, but I’ve clearly failed miserably in that attempt. Please accept instead this weak and tentative approximation of my top, well, fifteen. Now, these selections do not include any hits he wrote for other people, (i.e., “Nothing Compares 2 U” or “I Feel For You”), or either of his most classic masterworks of balladry, “Adore” and “Purple Rain”, since naming those in a favorites list is just redundant, really. Sigh. 

1. Lady Cab Driver: Wistful, visceral, contemplative, honest, emotionally ambient and crisply produced. It represents the vanguard in true Pop artistry. 
2. Private Joy: I will dance to this shit anywhere, any time; nary a fuck dispensed. 
3. Soft And Wet: Slick, bouncy electro with an insanely dirty chorus? Done and done. 
4. I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man: The soaring, relentless bridge of this song confirms my theory that Prince must be a Springsteen fan. It also showcases Prince’s ability to incorporate lyrical plots that aren’t only a vehicle for advertising his sexual prowess (which I have zero problem with, by the way). 
5. 200 Balloons: “My funk is multi-layered, don’t stop me, now”. ‘Nuff said. 
6. Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad?: This song’s brilliance is in it’s simplicity. The insane guitar riff during the coda doesn’t hurt, either. 
7. I Wanna Be Your Lover: Confession: I un-ironically love disco. I also unabashedly love Prince. Combined? VAMPY CHAMPION. 
8. Black Sweat: A newer addition to his canon with the sort of beat that encourages you to make bad, bad decisions. 
9. Do It All Night: The intro is one of the most delicious twenty second durations in the history of music, period, end, stop. There’s also something unexpectedly vulnerable about the line “I’m so scared that he might do something to you that you like” that nuances an otherwise emotionally divested song. 
10. Call My Name: It’s not just that this song drips with unbridled R&B sexuality that makes me love it; it’s the fact that he starts randomly talking about the government bugging his house en route to confessing the extent of his desire for his beloved. Oh, Prince. You’re so adorably bat-shit. 
11. Gett Off: I have the weirdest boner…
12. I Wish U Heaven (Parts 1,2,3): “Lovesexy” is a largely unfortunate album, but “I Wish U Heaven” is dreamy, trance-like exercise in James Brown-esque guttural histrionics. The entire suite is also ten minutes long, which is just ballsy, frankly.  
13. Pink Cashmere: This is playing at my wedding. I don’t give a fleeting queef, y’all. 
14. I Will Die 4 U: This is also playing at my wedding, regardless of the fact that it’s actually about, you know, Jesus. I should probably find someone to marry first. Nope, that’s too hard. 
15. La, La, La, He, He, Hee: There’s, like, a lot of barking in this song. Honestly? I’m down. 

Honorable Mentions (Sorry! I couldn’t help myself..):

• Something In The Water Does Not Compute
• Escape
• Around The World In A Day
• Hello
• Power Fantastic (Live)
• Kiss
• Lolita

UNLESS I GET SUBPOENAED VIA TUMBLR.

(via michellelucida)

occupyallstreets:

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WHAT THE SWEET FUCK?

Morrissey / Everyday Is Like Sunday

(via gertrudeversuz)

nevver: Giddy up

luxuriousvulgarity:

You know that one person who may be the best thing for you at the moment but you cannot bring yourself to actually date them because the idea of them is irritating?

That’s what The Artist is to me.

luxuriousvulgarity:

This is a thing. I’ll leave that here.

I want you all to know that once I was so desperate for a workout video that I watched 3.5 minutes of this. It was, in so many ways, the worst 3.5 minutes of my life. I hope this guy finds Jesus and the strength to get his horribly ugly, talentless ass away from all forms of media.

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