This morning I was going to write about
this article in the New York Times, complete with appalling photo, about how the new ideal for male models is, sort of the way it's been for females for the last two decades, the body of a 12-year-old boy -- only without the huge pneumatic fake tits that female models seem to have to have to go with their emaciated bodies. But I overslept (till =tokke= 5:50 AM!) and wanted to make sure to repost
Monkeyfister's release about where to donate to help those affected by Tuesday night's storms and still have time for yoga before heading off to work (because unlike He Who Must Not Be Named, I work a job where I have to be someplace that is not home between 9 and 5).
But there's no point, because Kate
has already said everything that needs to be said about it.
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