Friday Ephemeraren’t
Once again, you’ll have to throw together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I will, however, set the ball rolling with an unorthodox approach to convenient and accessible public transport, an improvisational robotic marimba player, and news from the world of niche attractions, where “scholars have identified the northern coast of Colombia as a hotbed of man-goat coitus.”
Oh, and then there’s this, which I think you just have to see for yourself.
Who knows how much of her memoir corresponds with reality? Like most disordered personalities, she reimagines the past in whichever way best suits her current delusions and expects everyone else to accept her narrative.
Dolezal absolutely trips my Cluster B radar. It does make me wonder what she’s been through.
Nothing beats a selection of the 1970s decor for butt-ugliness.
One does get a definite impression of where those costume “designers” of the Nineteen Empties got their initial inspiration.
—At one point during the fiasco that followed the ‘Seventies, there was at least one summary statement claiming to be from the “designers”, being, as I recall; Yes, it’s all true, we’re completely messing with y’all, and we just left out the last must have item . . We were going to also add the football helmet as the finishing touch to completely match the rest of the costume, but we couldn’t figure out how to get all our signatures to fit on just one helmet.
. . . the fiasco that followed the ‘Seventies . . .
I’m reminded that 1993 was close enough to the fiasco to provide an excellent contrast of the ‘Empties being observed by everything before . . . !
Morning, all.
Someone’s getting a new washing machine. And jewellery. And a car.
Speaking of jewelry….
“Our bodies, our choices” only applies to one particular choice.
Speaking of jewellery….
“A group” meaning the kind of spiteful monomaniacs you should never entrust with car keys, electrical cabling, or babysitting duties.
Speaking of jewellery….
Oh, what a charming billboard . . . The store and its new found aficionados would certainly seem to be ideal for each other.
It seems there is a burgeoning market for the Scold-O-Mat 9000. Any plans for mass production, David?
Oh, what a charming billboard . . .
Very much so as it plays off the general understanding that throwing rocks at women, or people in general, is not ok. Claiming an exemption when the “rocks” are jewels is quite amusing to anyone who isn’t looking for an excuse to be offended.
We were going to also add the football helmet as the finishing touch to completely match the rest of the costume
The large shoulder pads for women came about because the 1980s saw an unprecedented number of women both graduating from postsecondary education and taking white collar/professional jobs. There was quite a bit of handwringing about how to be Taken Seriously At The Office; the office heels, upteased hair and wide shoulder flares were a way of appearing physically larger and thus less likely to be dismissed by an office culture where the male hierarchy was at least partially influenced by physical size.
. . . were a way of appearing physically larger and thus less likely to be . .
. . . taken seriously by anyone the least familiar with other cargo cults.
During the same period, the adults effortlessly remained beyond anyone who was wearing football pads.
Debbie giving a blow job, and other questionable decisions.
not all astronomy geeks are cool, even today
You’re aware that WWII was not fought during the 1980s, right?
You’re aware that WWII was not fought during the 1980s, right?
Right,
Where in WWII we see a relatively tiny adult woman who continues being an adult.
And then we get to the undoubted, bar nothing, butt-ugliest decade of the entire 20th century, the Nineteen ‘Empties. As noted, the rather insignificant children resort to . . . the office heels, upteased hair and wide shoulder flares . . . which left the practitioner of such looking and no doubt feeling like some sort of surreal pastiche of circus clown—while noting that alone being an utter insult to circus clowns.
Utterly unsurprisingly, with Hopper as an example of what the adults were doing at the time,
Even in the depths of the Nineteen Empties . . .
. . . there were adults who dressed as adults.