I just learned of actor Morgan Freeman's car crash in Mississippi, which has left him in serious condition. That is sad enough, but further reading revealed that some lookie-loo tried to take a picture of him with his or her camera phone while Freeman was being loaded into an emergency vehicle.
Apparently, the actor was lucid, and joked, "No freebies, no freebies."
God bless him, his patience and sense of humor. I'm not sure I would have responded in the same fashion.
It's bad enough someone would want an image of Freeman while he's in pain and physically debilitated, but I'm CERTAIN this camera phone asshole's hope was to sell the image to some tabloid.
Fucking ghouls. Where does it end?
Showing posts with label rampant consumerism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rampant consumerism. Show all posts
Monday, August 4, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
You have 4 new crushes!
I'm so sick of advertising. I'm sick of being bombarded by bullshit 24/7 on TV, radio, in magazines, the internet...promises of things that some morally bereft executive somewhere decided my demographic will respond to. I've been irritated by this shit for years, but I think I've hit my breaking point.
You can think Paris Hilton or Tila Tequila is amusing, but their asses are nothing but advertising manipulation. Those girls are insecure little bags of flesh who became commodities glommed on by a legion of equally self-hating, cocaine-hungry motherfuckers who couldn't give a shit whether they are contributing to the downfall of humankind.
I'm not easily quantifiable. I don't fit into your demographic. I like mainstream shit. I like obscure shit. I don't think about what makes me cool or not. I don't give a shit if anyone judges me by anything other than who I am, which is a flawed but painfully earnest human being who is just making it up as she goes along.
I'm sick of falseness all the way around. I call bullshit on artifice. Anyone wanna join me in my private hell?
No? Well, fuck you. I refuse to cave to the machine.
You can think Paris Hilton or Tila Tequila is amusing, but their asses are nothing but advertising manipulation. Those girls are insecure little bags of flesh who became commodities glommed on by a legion of equally self-hating, cocaine-hungry motherfuckers who couldn't give a shit whether they are contributing to the downfall of humankind.
I'm not easily quantifiable. I don't fit into your demographic. I like mainstream shit. I like obscure shit. I don't think about what makes me cool or not. I don't give a shit if anyone judges me by anything other than who I am, which is a flawed but painfully earnest human being who is just making it up as she goes along.
I'm sick of falseness all the way around. I call bullshit on artifice. Anyone wanna join me in my private hell?
No? Well, fuck you. I refuse to cave to the machine.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Some thoughts mulled over this weekend.
Okay, first of all--and people are probably going to think I'm nitpicking, but I don't care--really, is the iPhone that important? You would think that the release of this product was some sort of cure for cancer, or something. It's another fucking consumer item that will be obsolete within a year because Apple will rush out a newer, "better" version within six months...c'mon, people, get your priorities in perspective. When the long lines to purchase it makes the second news story of the evening, I realize we're hurtling even further into (notice I say "into," not "toward") the decline of western civilization. Soldiers are dying every day by the dozens, and we just wanna tune out and bliss over a new fucking gadget. Jesus.
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This NutraSweet purge has become my new soapbox issue. I'm still going through serious physical and emotional withdrawal, but every day of abstinence gives me more courage to continue. That, and really delving into the history of this product. I just finished a book by Janet Starr Hull, called Sweet Poison, and while the title's kind of lame and her writing isn't always the greatest, it's damned informative. NutraSweet's hands have always been deep in the pockets of Washington (did you know Donald Rumsfeld was once the head of G.D. Searle, NutraSweet's parent company? Gee, from the drug industry to war games--that's not disconcerting), and it appears that a number of early tests conducted by independent scientists showed that aspartame had the ability to:
a.) cause holes in the brains of mice
b.) give brain tumors and/or cause death in primates
c.) create fetal abnormalities
but, of course, money and power talks, so the "food additive" (originally designed as a drug for ulcers), was pushed through.
I wonder, along with Hull, if many modern diseases--like fibromyalgia (of which I'm a sufferer)--are the result of years of aspartame consumption. I'm furious at the industry and at myself for 25+ years of ingesting this stuff. I'm done.
Read Hull's book if you're interested. The meat of the book--her research into the development of aspartame and the suppression and lies that led to its release; its potentially devastating side-effects (did I mention people have gone blind from methanol poisoning in extreme cases?--methyl alcohol comprises 1/3 of the product)--is riveting.
Fuck aspartame. I want to have a healthy body and mind.
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I started a garden this weekend, in my buddy Kenn's backyard. You never learn how out of shape you are until you spend several hours digging up Kentucky soil during a drought. I'm eaten up with mosquito bites, too--but there's a certain satisfaction in rolling around in the dirt and planting tiny seeds, hoping they'll grow into something worthwhile. It's so late in the season, I fully expect nothing to happen, but so much of my life has been a shot in the dark--I say, "why not?" Current things I'm waiting on: squash, okra, tomatoes, "wild" onions (meaning the long kind), basil and catnip. I want to add tiny pumpkins in the corner of his yard, maybe this weekend. He's going to hate me when they start taking over, but I'll love it. Every day is Halloween for Alexandra.
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This NutraSweet purge has become my new soapbox issue. I'm still going through serious physical and emotional withdrawal, but every day of abstinence gives me more courage to continue. That, and really delving into the history of this product. I just finished a book by Janet Starr Hull, called Sweet Poison, and while the title's kind of lame and her writing isn't always the greatest, it's damned informative. NutraSweet's hands have always been deep in the pockets of Washington (did you know Donald Rumsfeld was once the head of G.D. Searle, NutraSweet's parent company? Gee, from the drug industry to war games--that's not disconcerting), and it appears that a number of early tests conducted by independent scientists showed that aspartame had the ability to:
a.) cause holes in the brains of mice
b.) give brain tumors and/or cause death in primates
c.) create fetal abnormalities
but, of course, money and power talks, so the "food additive" (originally designed as a drug for ulcers), was pushed through.
I wonder, along with Hull, if many modern diseases--like fibromyalgia (of which I'm a sufferer)--are the result of years of aspartame consumption. I'm furious at the industry and at myself for 25+ years of ingesting this stuff. I'm done.
Read Hull's book if you're interested. The meat of the book--her research into the development of aspartame and the suppression and lies that led to its release; its potentially devastating side-effects (did I mention people have gone blind from methanol poisoning in extreme cases?--methyl alcohol comprises 1/3 of the product)--is riveting.
Fuck aspartame. I want to have a healthy body and mind.
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I started a garden this weekend, in my buddy Kenn's backyard. You never learn how out of shape you are until you spend several hours digging up Kentucky soil during a drought. I'm eaten up with mosquito bites, too--but there's a certain satisfaction in rolling around in the dirt and planting tiny seeds, hoping they'll grow into something worthwhile. It's so late in the season, I fully expect nothing to happen, but so much of my life has been a shot in the dark--I say, "why not?" Current things I'm waiting on: squash, okra, tomatoes, "wild" onions (meaning the long kind), basil and catnip. I want to add tiny pumpkins in the corner of his yard, maybe this weekend. He's going to hate me when they start taking over, but I'll love it. Every day is Halloween for Alexandra.
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