STOP SHARING YOUR BODY WITH MEN WHO DONT RESPECT YOU!!!!!!!! STOP GIVING YOUR LOVE TO MEN WHO DONT RESPECT YOU!!!!!!! STOP GIVING YOUR ATTENTION TO MEN WHO DONT RESPECT YOU!!!!!! STOP SHARING YOUR SOUL WITH MEN WHO DO NOT RESPECT YOU!!!!!!!!
I’m really interested in the way people are reacting to the yodeling walmart boy and the way it’s being memed, bc I personally find him very talented and it seems like generally people’s responses to it aren’t putting him down or the humor around it being how bad he sounds, but rather just finding it something a little absurd and meme-ing(?) it into something more absurd. Idk it feels like a new leg of meme to me…like we are looking for anything strange but still kind of beautiful to get lost in. Somehow the yodeling walmart boy captures exactly how everyone feels inside right now bc nothing makes sense anymore. Does this make sense?
And we will not let their inability to express themselves guide our understandings of our own self worth! In 2018 we will not let men use their lack of emotional awareness as a tool to suck every last drop of confidence from our bodies so they can project their stupid insecurities onto us. We are whole, they are not; they need us but we don’t need them. We never did.
For Dior Autumn Winter 2017-18 show,
Maria Grazia Chiuri created the, now already iconic, Tarot Card coat that reportedly took 1,500 man hours to make.
She recruited Maison Vermont, an embroidery atelier in Paris, to create the intricate surface of the coat made using different materials, including satin and mastic.
“My husband had a sudden heart attack a few months ago. It was just a few blocks from here. They called me in to identify his body and then just let me walk right out onto 7th Avenue. I felt so lost. My friends were wonderful and supportive but eventually everyone moves on with their lives. I don’t have children. And I’m not a workaholic. So I was left with this intense loneliness and void. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. Then one day I started researching dogs that are good for grief and depression. And ‘poodle’ kept popping up. But when I went to the rescue fair, all the poodles were gone. There was this one old dog in the back that nobody was looking at. She was skin and bones. She was trembling and scared and mucus was running out of her eyes. She seemed so fragile. She reminded me of myself. I named her Grace because I think my husband sent her to me. She’s my first dog. She’s been pure joy. We spend all our time together. She’s gained her weight back. She comes with me to therapy. We’re getting better together.”
