Sylvia Archive: Writing Down The Bones

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Monday Morning Blues

Sorry to start your week with bad news.  We’ll go ahead and post two at once while we’re at it.

First, from Richard B.

If this were an episode of a crime show, people would call the network to complain. If this were a story in a school library, parents would demand that it be removed. It’s appalling.

But it’s true. And it raises a question: which is the worse illness? Anorexia, or trafficking in misery?

Three out of four young women dislike their bodies.
One in three hopes to become a fashion model.
One in five diagnosed with anorexia will be dead within 20 years.
Last year, the U.S. women’s clothing industry took in $111 billion.

Many people enjoy long, active lives without a conscience.

http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2013/04/22/modeling_scouts_recruit_teen_patients_at_swedish_anorexia_clinic_are_you.html?google_editors_picks=true

And then we learned from Joanne D. that Chicago’s mayor now wants to sell ad space on our recycling bins.  What’s next? On our schools?  Check out the link for more info and a petition.

http://org.salsalabs.com/o/621/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=13272

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Swimsuit Season Is Upon Us

And now something to cheer you up in the model category.  H & M includes plus-size model in its catalogue.

http://shine.yahoo.com/healthy-living/h-m-uses-plus-size-model-to-showcase-swimwear-collection-and-the-skinny-girl-backlash-175911707.html

Sylvia Archive: Moonlighting As Literary Agent

The Lonely Detective just got lonelier.  Click the comic if you don’t believe.

Sylvia Archive: Oh, My

Clyde the Domestic Scientist has created an impressive pill. Click the strip for a pleasing comic.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Memorable Experiences, Which You Didn’t Recognize At The Time . . . .

I was organizing my papers (something which is now a full time job and brings enormous satisfaction and wastes a lot of time which I could use in doing something useful, but I love it) when I came across a brochure from a motel/restaurant called “The Gobbler” in Wisconsin. The building itself is shaped like a turkey’s head and the windows are its eyes. The restaurant’s  interior was (how can it still exist?) wall-to-wall carpet covered with tiny pastel turkeys. There was a raised bar covered in shag carpeting which revolved slowly, perfectly timed for nausea.

interior of The Gobbler

We had traveled for hours looking for the perfect restaurant and finally the four of us, famished, drove in and took a table. I ordered my favorite meal: turkey with gravy, mashed potatoes and stuffing. It arrived cold. I sent it back, receiving a dirty look from the waitress. When I got it back the second time it was still ice cold. I passed it to a male friend who was known to eat anything. He ate it. I took the empty plate back and put it in front of me.

The waitress came back and glared at me, “I know what you did.”

Donna sent me this email in response to my “Gobbler” brochure.

Dear Nicole,
I am delighted to have the memento of The Gobbler. Thank you. Thinking back on that day reminds me of one of my important rules for life: If one is brave enough to go beyond “pretty bad experience” into the territory of “too dreadful for words” one is likely to wind up with a memory worth keeping.
Love,
Donna

The Gobbler

Sylvia Archive: What Women Want

Science that gets the Bad Girls chatting.  Add to the discussion in a comment.

Somewhere In The Vicinity Of Jane’s Birthday

Every year I email Jane around the end of April to ask her, “Is your birthday May 1 or May 2?” She answers, but I forget immediately, which is why I always ask the next year. She remonstrates with me, “Every year!” I say, “Jane, it could be worse. I could forget what birthdays are and never ask you again.” In return Jane sent me this column about a train trip she took from Savannah to New York. There are photos, too. It looks cold on that train.

http://savannahnow.com/accent/2013-04-20/jane-fishman-train-journey-remember#.UXhr05V9k64

me and carmela

Sylvia Archive: Tempting Cellphone Users

The Dogs from Hell have quite a set-up.  Click the comic to see.

Cats Like Cake, Too

There’s something about a cake, so perfect, so appealing in its squishiness that invites a feline to leaps of faith.

My first kitten, Harriet, made a dazzling slide into a pizza waiting to be sliced. I’ve never seen a cat sitting in a cake, but I can imagine how it would happen.