The artistry of the performers and filmmakers will live on to enrich our lives for decades to come. The jewelry will be returned to their Fifth and Madison Avenue shops...and the gowns? Who knows. On some level this opulent display is a gift to us... the rapt, admiring audience. Taken another way, it is an irresponsible, narcissistic diversion from the confounding issues of life on Earth.
Extending this philosophical theorem to my love for chocolate, I happily gave in to my cravings. As it happens, I'm a firm believer that the only thing for which moderation is appropriate is moderation itself! To whit … if I purchased a bar with the best intentions of having it last a week, the best I could do was two days... and often, I couldn't even manage that!
And though this seems like a worthy cause, I have to battle being viewed as a weird, inappropriate exhibitionist. Thankfully, I am winning the battle, for myself and women all over the world. I urge you to follow in my footsteps and be inappropriate. Get out there and teach society to honor, respect and LEARN FROM courageous people who swim against the tide.
I often write about products that should be avoided. Mostly, it's been because they are riddled with chemicals, additives, hormones, pesticides, preservatives. But lately something much more horrible has entered our food supply... GMOs! This stands for genetically modified organisms.
We're only two weeks into 2014 and I'm wondering how many of you are following up on your New Year's resolutions. Now this is simply a question, and not a finger-pointing accusation. Far be it from me to attempt to make you feel guilty. I personally have made resolutions for decades and never fulfilled most of them.
Every year we make New Year's resolutions that we often don't keep. I’ve spent most of my life giving advice to people on how to be super-healthy and not overweight. But since many times my counsel went unheeded, I’m trying the opposite for 2014!
This has probably been going on for a very long time, but I only just became obsessed and incensed with the frequency with which it appears.
Years ago, if people referred to me as sexy, it was flattering. For me, as a woman past 50, being tagged with that word felt great. Like I was being acknowledged for some outstanding achievement.
On Thanksgiving, when we Americans sit around our Thanksgiving dinner tables expressing gratitude for what we've been given are we in denial about what we've taken? This is a question I've been considering as the holiday festivities are approaching. Seems to me that that the table-dominating turkey with its sleep-inducing polyurethanes overlooks the actual originof this holiday.
For starters, I want to be clear that this anecdote is safe for atheists!
My parents brought me up as an atheist. Though my dad was being trained to be a rabbi in his native Poland, experiences he underwent while studying at the “chayda” made him decide that if God allowed abusive treatment to children, there was no God. Now, I have no idea what actually happened. He came from a heritage of rabbis, and his mother was intent on having him follow in the footsteps of the males in his family. In explaining his decision to me, my father related that the students had to take down their pants and receive beatings. In light of the recent reports of sexual violations in the clergy, I suspect it might have been worse than beatings, but, of course, my father would never have shared that... even with his family.