When is it acceptable for a woman to behave toward a man in such a way that is unacceptable for a man to behave toward her?
Is it ever?
I read a piece of of an interview Kim Kardashian gave London’s Sunday Times Style supplement the other day during which new mom Kardashian talks about her weight loss and post-baby fashion choices.
Overall, yawn, right? We’ve heard enough about Kardashian’s closet for a lifetime.
Recently, a close family member of mine was diagnosed with malignant ascites.
Extremely simply put, my family member has a build up of fluid in the abdominal cavity that, after initial tests, shows cancer. Currently, doctors are conducting a variety of tests to determine the exact location, extent, and finally, treatment options.
So, how does any of this relate to “celebrities,” the theme of this blog?
Let’s start this week out with a little humor!
As most of you know, I like a good concert. I especially like Dave Matthews Band shows.
Truthfully, these are the only shows I travel a significant distance to see (I think the second farthest was Ryan Bingham), so what I’m about to share with you is especially significant to that area of my life!
Last month, Alternative Press posted The 9 Phases of Post-Concert Depression, and I think anyone who’s been super excited and spent weeks or even months preparing for a big show can tell you, they’re all spot on!
Euphoria, reflection, reality–this is good stuff
So take a few minutes this Monday morning (or, whenever you’re reading this) and enjoy a laugh or two!
Then, let us know which concert caused YOU the most post-concert depression?
(Big thanks to Michael Corbin of everyminute.org for the head’s up on this funny stuff!)
NBC knocked it out of the ballpark last night with the network’s new drama, The Blacklist.
(Really, I don’t know how any network could go wrong with James Spader, but that’s a whole ‘nother post.)
Basically, without really spoiling anything, James Spader plays Raymond “Red” Reddington, a mastermind criminal who’s known as “The Concierge of Crime” and who happens to be one of the FBI’s most wanted fugitives. For reasons we don’t yet know, Reddington surrenders himself, claiming he can help the FBI bring down the world’s most dangerous criminals (the “Blacklist”).
I’ve been thinking about how our personal lives play a role in our creative processes lately, and how open we should be about those roles.
Part of it’s kind of a no-brainer, I know. I mean, as a writer, I don’t think there’s one thing I’ve written that didn’t have at least a hint of personal experience and emotion in it — even the folder of documents I jokingly call a work-in-process novel.
But, what about the other part? The part about how open we should be about it?
Especially if it’s blatantly about someone else?
Today (September 10, 2013), the International Association for Suicide Prevention (IASP) is sponsoring World Suicide Prevention Day.
The USC School of Social Work is sponsoring a Suicide Awareness Blog Carnival to commemorate this day of suicide awareness.
I’ve written past suicide-related posts about celebrities as well as suicide warning signs and suicide prevention and awareness, but today I’d like to shine a light on one of the most recent actors to come out about suicide (pun intended).
Ooooh, I woudn’t want to be in Brian Williams’s shoes right now.
Of course, there’d be a lot of room, given he seems to have shoved BOTH his feet in his mouth last Thursday.
During what’s probably been the most stigmatizing statement I’ve heard all year, Williams announced that Ariel Castro, the Ohio man who held three women captive for a decade, was “arguably the face of mental illness.”
Let’s paint that picture again, just for good measure:
Brian Williams told America that Ariel Castro, a man who kidnapped three women and held them captive, raped them, and beat them for 10 years, was “arguably the face of mental illness.”
Not just the fact, but arguably the face.
I mean, wow.
Religion ranks about as high on the “Oh, You’re Looking for a Debate?” list as politics, abortion, gun control, racism, and gay marriage. Still, after running into a few articles over the past week dealing with celebrities and religion, spirituality, or lack thereof, I started thinking about the role religion plays in mental health.
As you read this, I am en route to Charlotte, NC for my second Dave Matthews Band show of 2013.
My sister Megan and I try to hit up two or three shows a year, and our first one was last Friday in Cincinnati.
We were on the road as early as possible and even though she’d worked all night (she’s a nurse), she didn’t pass out and get a few hours sleep like I’d hoped.
She said she was too anxious.
Later that evening, I found out why.