Mental illness is rarely this black and white.
The French mountainside may as well have been an ocean. The pain that shook the mountain has, like an earthquake, rippled from shore to shore.
After learning that Andreas Lubitz, the 27-year-old pilot responsible for taking his life and the lives of 149 others, was suspected of deliberately crashing Germanwings Flight 4U9525, I thought, 27? Only 27? Wow, a pilot at 27? His parents must have been so proud. Then I thought of the horror of the 149 . . . the helplessness they must have felt . . . and the “Oh, God, why have you forsaken me?” feelings . . . and the sudden claustrophobia and suffocating despair that must have fallen upon them before the mountain. How sad? The very accomplishment which caused one family so much pride has now caused them and others a world of devastation.
That devil in a blue dress is pissing me off. She’s taking men down the wrong road, down a yellow brick road.
She shows up at the perfect time, during football games, creating her own perfect storm, as a constant reminder we are under pressure to perform.
This “pressure to perform,” even she knows, is far worse in the bedroom than the pressure to perform on any football field.
That devil in a blue dress really pisses me off.
Human hair with Swiss lace?
Women would kill for a lace front wig like The Luis Scola.
Watching at midnight won’t make Wuthering High School, the latest adaptation of Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, as dark as desired. Crashing waves beneath the bright blue sky of Malibu, California and rich and bratty Barbies & Kens, in rags more pricey than cars, moping around homes built like resorts with cool stone pools, how could it? But that’s the point, right? Choosing the cold and dreary Upper East Coast for a setting would have been apropos, but redundant.
If you’re a Christian, you’re pretty much happy when any one is courageous enough to mention Jesus’s name anywhere these days, but especially in a movie. Radio Personality Russ Parr is more than just a voice on the radio. As screenwriter and director of “Hear No Evil,” he’s proven he’s more than able to talk about hot and controversial topics, he’s willing to create some, too.
50 years later...the first Black president crosses the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
When President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama stepped down from Air Force One in Selma, Alabama this weekend, it represented a full circle moment. From the cotton fields to the Oval Office.
Brooklyn-based performance artist Nate Hill said that his art project, Trophy Scarves, was designed to shed light on how black men see dating white women as a status symbol.
Is it white and gold? Or is it black and blue? Not since Jessica Simpson’s “Well is it chicken or is it tuna?” question has any question stunned and befuddled America since an ugly dress turned colors in the shade. But this post ain’t ’bout some ugly dress whose stripes would flatter only 2 percent of American women in any lighting (and no body on widescreen TV). It’s about scarves. Trophy Scarves.
Go on . . . hurry . . . turn the handle . . .
Who’s afraid of the dark?