OK, that's a good point....that's definitely a good point....
But the fingers, see, the fingers are all still there.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
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deborah grabien - Jul 17, 2003 4:20:16 pm PDT #1664 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2003 4:21:34 pm PDT #1665 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
True. And, I can choose to put the smoke down should I need to type anything longer than this.
deborah grabien - Jul 17, 2003 4:23:14 pm PDT #1666 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Also, there's the whole "scratch itchy bits, clutch cig at side of mouth, type with free hand" thing.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2003 4:27:55 pm PDT #1667 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oooh, that reminds me of the other thing I read in the book I mentioned in the other thread. The author started smoking more and seeing the usefulness of smoking in that kind of job. Going to the smoking area for the connection with coworkers (most of whom aren't allowed to talk on the job), the symbolic rebellion, the ability to have time to do something that is your own even if it's a cancer causing habit.
Sorry. I think this book's gonna stick with me a while.
Oh, did I tell you I bought another copy of yours? I'm trying to decide who to loan it to. FE nearly borrowed the copy I had on me, but it was the hardback, and I was unwilling to part with that one.
deborah grabien - Jul 17, 2003 4:35:32 pm PDT #1668 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Goodness (on Plainsong)
Don't you just love the entire concept of "drive the poor into a position in which they're forced to risk damage to their health in order to gain any self of self-worth, and do it by furthering an expensive habit"?
It's like being sold into slavery, and being asked to pay your own way.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2003 4:46:18 pm PDT #1669 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It was an amazing concept I hadn't thought much about. But, you know, I do notice that the people I worked with at the ad agency smoked much less and the smokers were fewer than at my earlier wage jobs.
To get down to the topic of the thread though. The book reminded me of why I loved journalism in the first place. Not the watered down, don't offend, seem as impartial as possible lest you be called biased that's common. But the sobering reporting on ugly realities people would like to ignore.
Steph L. - Jul 17, 2003 4:48:17 pm PDT #1670 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Not the watered down, don't offend, seem as impartial as possible lest you be called biased that's common. But the sobering reporting on ugly realities people would like to ignore.
Nickle and Dimed is gonzo journalism in true Hunter Thompson style. And I really fucking admire it.
deborah grabien - Jul 17, 2003 4:49:45 pm PDT #1671 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It is indeed. And we could use some more of that, especially right now.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2003 4:55:49 pm PDT #1672 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
The other thing I like about it, or rather things 1) She admits the limitations of her experiment and 2) This is the really big one for me. She never apologizes for her obvious liberalism. Why should she?
deborah grabien - Jul 17, 2003 4:57:41 pm PDT #1673 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
She never apologizes for her obvious liberalism. Why should she?
Damned if I know, love. I certainly never apologise for mine.