My mom is having a mastectomy but no chemo. So, I suspect there are all sorts of emotions that are gonna happen with a mastectomy, but she was really afraid of chemo, and I’m so, so glad she doesn’t have to go through it.
If any of you have any experience in this area (i.e. fallout from a mastectomy) — first of all, that sucks and I’m sorry you know about this shit, but second, are there any awesome books or anything that might help her? I turn to books in times of trauma.
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…unless they are David Karp or Mark Zuckerberg.
#thereIfixedit
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Besides the hype, besides the technical fuckups of NASDAQ, besides the overvaluation and offering too many shares during their IPO, I think the reason Facebook’s stock is failing as much as it is right now is that people have come to realize that Everybody’s Favorite Social Network is just too obnoxious, intrusive, and data-scrapingly assholish in the way it treats everyone from its most ardent users to, sadly, people on third-party platforms like, I dunno, TUMBLR, that perhaps want nothing at all to do with the privacy black hole that is Mark Zuckerberg’s dickishness incarnate but wake up and log on to find THIS UTTER BULLSHIT.
I go on Tumblr to be on Tumblr, Tumblr. Please leave the shitty Facebook tactics to Facebook.
In a shocking turn of events, Kermit beat Lavinia in the pose-off. When asked for comment, Kermit confessed that modeling was in his blood, since he was a tadpole posing for summer J Crew catalogs.
GOD BLESS AMERCIA, a snog by MissWorded
God Bless Amercia,
Land that eye love.
Stand beisde Mitt, and giude Mitt
Thru the knight with a lite form above.
From the spel chek, 2 the birthers,
2 the toupee, white with Trump!
God bless Amercia, My hmoe sweat hmoe.
Lauren, WHAT are you trying to do to me today?!
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Mitt Romney’s new iPhone app, misspelling America. (via @thischoi)
womp womp.
In Soviet Amercia, CIA is in name and watches you with its camera of freedom! Vote Mitt or he will tie you to car!
So my dad actually does not have cancer. He has the precursor to this cancer. Unless an x-ray reveals that he does, in fact, have it. This is what the fancy cancer doctor said.
I’ll take it for the near term. Yay!
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Vesta Tilley, impersonating a foppish young man. Originally named Matilda Alice Powles (1864 – 1952), she was the most famous and well paid music hall male impersonator of her day. She was a star in both Britain and the United States for over thirty years. Her father was a comedy actor and sometimes theatre manager, and Tilley first appeared on stage at the age of three and a half. At the age of six she did her first role in male clothing under the name Pocket Sims Reeves, a parody of then-famous opera singer Sims Reeves. She would come to prefer doing male roles exclusively, saying that “I felt that I could express myself better if I were dressed as a boy”.
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In which author Jody Wallace and I discuss the merits of the various types of bacon, and also the lady doctor.