We say, “Change happens” with some resolve. It’s an existential observation, no doubt emanating from the same place that allows us to accept tornado “seasons.” But when did we become a country that assigns blame to the winds of change?
You’d think after 20 years there’d have been a book or movie about watching the L.A. riots from prison, where day-to-day dynamics of race and equality are already challenging. And though it’s likely such a view would have been twisted into the taffy of a Broadway musical by now, we got nuthin’. So let’s put it this way: most prison televisions sit in protective steel enclosures for good reason.
One ingredient did not belong in the burrito that Deputy Henry Marin allegedly agreed to deliver inside the Los Angeles jail: heroin.
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By not following through on things, I’ve caused more damage to my self-image and confidence than all of the frustrations or bad luck the world has ever thrown at me.
It wasn’t ‘til I was standing in front of a bathrobe-swaddled neighbor, watching firemen hose down her car, that my own desensitization to stupid human tricks was stripped bare. The look on her face and the faces of her fellow tenants was a mix of disbelief and “What am I going to do now?”
In order to keep American Women buying its makeup, in 2012 Estée Lauder will bank on products specifically designed for “more discerning” European women. It’s utter B.S., but these divide and conquer strategies keeps women subjugated through competition and should be rejected.
If coercing your children into cutting food waste by imagining starving babies makes sense to you, do it. It’s lazy, but you’re probably parentally lazy elsewhere, too, so don’t sweat it. Just remember that you may be doing little more than perpetuating a failed cycle, thereby squandering the lessons you (thought you) learned as a kid.
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Cascade of Karma in wake of jail abuse allegations: My Journey from L.A. County Custody to Sheriff Lee Baca’s Wild World of Wheelin’ and Dealin’
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By Martin Kessman’s own admission, the 290-pounder refuses to enter his favorite fast food feeder, White Castle, requiring his wife to retrieve his preferred meals for him. An embarrassed Kessman wouldn’t set foot in the restaurant after his repeated attempts to wrestle himself into booth-style seating succeeded only in entertaining and disturbing other diners.
As for Take the Money’s police investigators coercing confessions and attempting to flip their “suspects,” I wonder if these cops are struggling to maintain game show etiquette and avoid embedded ethnic resentments or career bitterness. I thought I might’ve seen snippets of both in the premiere episode.
Sure there’s “a time and place” for certain things, but to me the dominion of “improper” here begins graveside and ends at the grieving parent’s face. Otherwise all bets are off. So no, I wouldn’t go up to Mitch Winehouse at the funeral to tell him his daughter ranks two steps down from Sid Vicious, but that’s about the only occasion where I won’t call this dead duck a dead duck.
When the engine went off we were closer than any Launch-watcher or VIP would ever get at the Kennedy Space Center. The blast burned for 320 seconds; the flame was like the sun if the sun could spread-eagle.
Fergie has Gary Busy Jaw! Strangulation with a LAP-BAND™! Guantanamo Bay Prison Film School! Transformers is worse than being pee’d on!
When Jackass celebrity Ryan Dunn drove his Porsche at speeds above 130 mph, as a public figure he left himself and his actions open to the interpretations of others – millions of others: famous others, fringe others, and others in the news. Everybody.
Muppets have no genitalia. Might they have something interesting to add to he ongoing national dialog? Let’s eavesdrop, shall we?