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In 1980, my grandfather Robert O. Anderson rescued [Harper's] magazine from impending insolvency with a $1.5-million grant. I hope, no less than he did, that the publication survives. But I don’t believe that the magazine that exists today fulfills the mission my grandfather desired to save. In 2013, 77 percent of Harper’s bylines were by male contributors.
You, who now tongue oblivion, used to
cast bone die against the open casket.
Now your battle’s holy, vascular.
Okay, everyone. Before we go any further in examining women’s health issues, I want to talk a little bit about the common problems in science and health journalism and media coverage.
From a powerful mother perspective the unfathomable part is that we’ve become so blind to the ever creeping market mentality, we think that pushing out a new life using the largest muscle in the human body is less real and less valid than adjustable rate mortgages, insurance protocols, and credit scores. But by whose accounting do these other things hold more weight and why do we allow it to happen?
Well… there was that twenty-pound cat that had the eyes of Satan and could only be calmed by offering it finger-fulls of Vaseline.
Lars Von Trier’s movies usually lack humanity and light notes due to the gravity of the movie’s plot, but Nymphomaniac finds laughs in sexual awakening the keep the movie from taking itself too seriously.