It took me a minute because I wasn’t looking at where this came from.
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Roger Ebert:
Wednesday, July 18, [2012] is the 20th anniversary of our marriage. How can I begin to tell you about Chaz? She fills my horizon, she is the great fact of my life, she has my love, she saved me from the fate of living out my life alone, which is where I seemed to be heading. If my cancer had come, and it would have, and Chaz had not been there with me, I can imagine a descent into lonely decrepitude. I was very sick. I might have vegetated in hopelessness. This woman never lost her love, and when it was necessary she forced me to want to live. She was always there believing I could do it, and her love was like a wind forcing me back from the grave.
This is what I was referring to when I said it was maybe the most romantic thing I’ve ever read (thanks, OP Eric - Tumblr was being persnickety about letting me reblog myself). I can only imagine how incredible his love letters to her must have been.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7fu1bxGQG1qz9m0ho1_500.jpg)
Wednesday, July 18, [2012] is the 20th anniversary of our marriage. How can I begin to tell you about Chaz? She fills my horizon, she is the great fact of my life, she has my love, she saved me from the fate of living out my life alone, which is where I seemed to be heading. If my cancer had come, and it would have, and Chaz had not been there with me, I can imagine a descent into lonely decrepitude. I was very sick. I might have vegetated in hopelessness. This woman never lost her love, and when it was necessary she forced me to want to live. She was always there believing I could do it, and her love was like a wind forcing me back from the grave.
This is what I was referring to when I said it was maybe the most romantic thing I’ve ever read (thanks, OP Eric - Tumblr was being persnickety about letting me reblog myself). I can only imagine how incredible his love letters to her must have been.
I don’t mean to dishonor the other stories here. But there is one I wanted to add.
A good portion of my pro-bono work is defending abused children. It’s a cause close to my heart. In the course of my work I met a man who was an adult survivor. You wouldn’t have known it looking at him. He was this gigantic Polynesian guy. Wild curly hair. I think of him every time I see Khal Drogo on GoT. He was counseling some of the little kids, and doing a fantastic job of it.
I visited his home to get his opinion on something and I noticed a little toy on his desk. It was Trolley. Naturally curious, I asked him about it.
This is what he told me:
“The most dangerous time for me was in the afternoon when my mother got tired and irritable. Like clockwork. Now, she liked to beat me in discreet places so my father wouldn’t see the bruises. That particular day she went for the legs. Not uncommon for her. I was knocked down and couldn’t get back up. Also not uncommon. She gave me one last kick, the one I had come to learn meant ‘I’m done now’. Then she left me there upstairs, face in the carpet, alone. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. So I dragged myself, arm over arm, to the television, climbed up the tv cabinet and turned on the tv.
“And there was Mr. Rogers. It was the end of the show and he was having a quiet, calm conversation with those hundreds of kids. In that moment, he seemed to look me in the eye when he said ‘And I like you just for being you’. In that moment, it was like he was reaching across time and space to say these words to me when I needed them most.
“It was like the hand of god, if you’re into that kind of thing. It hit me in the soul. I was a miserable little kid. I was sure I was a horrible person. I was sure I deserved every last moment of abuse, every blow, every bad name. I was sure I earned it, sure I didn’t deserve better. I *knew* all of these things … until that moment. If this man, who I hadn’t even met, liked me just for being me, then I couldn’t be all bad. Then maybe someone could love me, even if it wasn’t my mom.
“It gave me hope. If that nice man liked me, then I wasn’t a monster. I was worth fighting for. From that day on, his words were like a secret fortress in my heart. No matter how broken I was, no matter how much it hurt or what was done to me, I could remember his words, get back on my feet, and go on for another day.
“That’s why I keep Trolley there. To remind me that, no matter how terrible things look, someone who had never met me liked me just for being me, and that makes even the worst day worth it to me. I know how stupid it sounds, but Mr. Rogers saved my life.”
The next time I saw him, he was talking to one of my little clients. When they were done with their session, he helped her out of her chair, took both of her hands, looked her in the eyes and said: “And remember, I like you just for being you.”
That, to me, is Mr. Rogers’ most powerful legacy. All of the little lives he changed and made better with simple and sincere words of love and kindness.
Like I said.
This May 6, these lovebirds celebrate 69 years of marriage. #grandparents #latergram #love (at Nanaimo Regional General Hospital)
CHRISTIAN DIOR PRE-FALL 2013
Tea Gown
1875-1880
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Tea gowns appeared in the 1870s as comfortable informal wear that could be worn while receiving close friends at the home. Even though they were informal, they could be quite elaborate and fashionable.
WANT (the ensemble and the lifestyle)
This is how Joe Biden greets babies.
why is he the best?
I can’t stop giggling. I hope he knows how much sincere joy he has brought the Internet today.
MARINA SIRTIS: Well, you have to remember that we were shooting a show about the 24th century in the 20th century, so you have to bear that in mind. My thing was because to be honest, I don’t know about Gates’ experience with the producers, but I never got an acting note—ever. I would get a call from the producer, “Did you change your lipstick? Did you do something different with your hair?” For “The Boys” in the office it was all about how I look, I knew that from the get-go. So being that as I am very “woman’s libby” as we used to call it in my day, I wanted to portray that you could be an attractive woman and still be a strong person. So for me it was really important that there was someone in the position of power and authority and obviously respect who also cared about her appearance. Because that is me—that’s me, I care about my appearance, but I also care more about society, politics and the world, so I don’t think the two are exclusive, and that’s what I wanted to show.
GATES McFADDEN: Um, I just basically wanted to look good… Actually, as most of you probably know I got let go because I was a feminist. So, second season I wasn’t there because I disagreed with the writer, I felt he was writing the character of Crusher—I had said to him, “I raised this kid on my own; he might be obnoxious about it, but he has saved the ship about 6 times. And there has to be some of those genes that are Beverly Crushers, so why is it every time anything with any wisdom is said it’s a male character who talks to him.” And it’s only me that is only about the mother, which believe me mothering is like that’s number one, just love him—no problem with that. Because I thought that had not been really portrayed on a TV show. I have a son and we have whole other disconnect sometimes where it’s just talking about things, and it’s not to do with, “oh you’re a mom, and you’re my son.” Basically we disagreed, I was asked to you know, go, I certainly did it, and I wasn’t trying to be strident. I was used to working in theatre departments where everybody respected everybody and you basically did talk about things. You can talk about script things that didn’t mean you were going to get your way. It’s like what happens right now in rehearsals, I could be directing something and I can have four actors saying completely different things, and really arguing about it. I don’t take it personally, it’s like they’re arguing for their character—that makes sense to me. Anyway, I did just really want to look good but it didn’t work out.Marina Sirtis & Gates McFadden, on doing a 24th Century show in the 20th Century, and the reason Gates was fired in the second season. (Spoiler Alert: the producer was then fired and Gates was asked to come back (fan letters et al.) [watch here]I never knew exactly why Gates was fired. I just knew that the writer who fired her was a hack and a dick and he chased away at least one very good writer from the show.
Now that I know why she was fired, I want to get in the time machine and punch that guy in the back of the head.
You guys I love Star Trek so much. This just made me start crying… I just love these women so much.
Someone once asked me why I idolized / wanted to be Deanna Troi, and like… a weird, awkward, nerdy, skinny, ugly kid no one liked? Of course I wanted to be a beautiful, self-possessed exotic alien with mind powers who knew how to be friends with people.
Thank goodness for Star Trek.
This is more than kind of fascinating, and also, let’s note…fans in the second season, which I think was in 1991 demanded her back. My friend was Gates McFadden’s nephew (or something) back then and we (in my school full of nerds) were all so happy when she came back.
Damn. This is a perfect storm of autorebloggables. Hezbait in the extreme.
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Picasso in 1956.
A bunch of that fabulous crockery (also seen on the floor behind him) is on display at the Musée Picasso in Antibes/Juan les Pins, one of my fave museums in the world.
Hajin Bae, aka soulist-aurora, on Tumblr
Reblogged because the third to last frame made me rabbithole to an ai-ai gasa generator, which is easier to explain if you just click the link.
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