Molly, musing.

And why would they?

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And why would they?

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bemyforeverx3: If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be...

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bemyforeverx3:

If Barbie was an actual woman, she would be 5’9” tall, have a 39” bust, an 18” waist, 33” hips and a size 3 shoe.

• Barbie calls this a “full figure” and likes her weight at 110 lbs.

• At 5’9” tall and weighing 110 lbs, Barbie would have a BMI of 16.24 and fit the weight criteria for anorexia. She likely would not menstruate.

• If Barbie was a real woman, she’d have to walk on all fours due to her proportions.

• Slumber Party Barbie was introduced in 1965 and came with a bathroom scale permanently set at 110 lbs with a book entitled “How to Lose Weight” with directions inside stating simply “Don’t eat.”

i’m always reblogging this.

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February Scrooge.

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Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Just pointing that out for those of you who have failed to notice all of the seasonal gift cards, the gaudy flower displays out on the streets and Woolworths’ oh-so-subtle chocolate box specials. Yes, this is the part where I go on my obligatory bitter rant about this Hallmark holiday and how it exploits human emotions and desires to sell mass-produced goods to consumers turning the whole day into little more than a meaningless, superficial, commercial charade that we insist on conducting annually…

I should perhaps mention at this stage that Valentine’s Day and I share an antagonistic history. Or more accurately, I have been quite antagonistic towards Valentine’s Day, while it has shown nothing but a careless indifference towards me. This will probably make more sense once I explain that I went to a single-sex high school with certain girls who treated the day as a yearly opportunity to make the rest of us feel tragically lonely and inferior. They would (rather impractically, might I point out) parade their bouquets of roses around for the day, and coo about how precious their boyfriends were… Most of the time, the relationships were doomed to messy ends in a matter of days later, but it was inconsequential by then. They had made their point. The rest of us looked on, scoffing at their self-importance, though I’m fairly certain most of us longed to be in their place.

The year after graduating, as my closest friends boasted of being in relationships or whined of being alone, I realised that there were worse things than being single on Valentine’s Day, and that was not knowing where you fell between the two. I was in a confusing situation, in which a guy and I were entangled in what can only be termed “a thing”. We both liked each other, but were yet to take the risk of dubbing it anything as serious as a relationship. It was the most emotionally frustrating Valentine’s Day of my life. It even made me miss those old high school days when things were as simple as being single or not, when you were either drowning in flowers or drowning in self-pity.

The next year, I had pulled myself together a bit. I was single after a fairly long relationship and was enjoying the freedom. I did not feel the need to cry into a block of Cadbury chocolate. I did not find it necessary to watch a marathon of trashy rom-coms. I did not loudly proclaim my hatred for men. I didn’t even do all three of these things simultaneously. I was the picture of maturity and independence. Valentine’s Day had not won.

However, I cannot promise it will be the same this year. Although I’m in a wonderful relationship, due to my studies, we are sadly thousands of kilometres apart at the moment. Inevitably, I will spend my day cursing at any sight of a floral arrangement, shooting death-stares toward any visible manifestation of happiness and possibly becoming violently aggressive at any public display of affection between couples. My Valentine’s Day Scrooge mentality begins with this blog post.

Don’t say you haven’t been warned.

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"We never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our..."

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““We never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much too afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.””

- Oscar Wilde, “The Picture of Dorian Gray”

ladyxgaga: The first official Born This Way Ball tour poster.

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ladyxgaga:

The first official Born This Way Ball tour poster.

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