“What ‘Orwellian’ has become, primarily, is a weapon. It dresses up ‘You’re a liar!’ in intellectual clothes that make the liar sound like a fascist." —Mark Peters on the misuse of the author’s name, which has evolved into a "synonym for the totalitarian doublethink [Orwell] attacked in 1984." Peters’s prescription for what can be done to restore its original meaning? "Zip, nada, and diddly.”—http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2010/08/misappropriating_the_word_orwe.html
“Now I have to be at least 85 to 90 percent at my best from the beginning of a tournament. Venus and Serena raised the bar for everyone. We all had to go back to the gym. Younger players saw that, and now they’re hitting harder and harder.”
“There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers’ battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain’s tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.”—Federico Garcia Lorca (via crashinglybeautiful) (via kathleenjoy)
From Eugen Sandow’s Strength and How to Obtain It (1897):
“‘And what is physical culture?’ is naturally the question which arises to the lips of those to whom the subject is still unfamiliar…it is to the body what culture, in the accepted sense of the word, is to the mind. To constantly and…
I can’t even tell anymore what angle she’s trying to play. Nutritious and clean? or down-home and comfortable? Puritanical vegetarian? or fried chicken hound?
And even if she did have a consistent message (which she doesn’t), why is anyone pretending she’s qualified to comment on anything dietary? And why does anyone care in any way beyond concern for her individual malnutrition?
One who thinks eating like Gwyneth is going to make them look like Gwyneth may as well follow Djimon Hounsou’s sun regimen to develop their skin pigmentation.
“The man who is horrified at a woman’s “overly exposed” breasts will likely never have to worry about wearing one shirt—one shirt out of a lifetime of shirts—that happens to accidentally set off some random person’s slut meter, because of the way his body just is. And because my breasts are smaller, less visible, less imposing than other women’s breasts—because there’s less boob there—I can feel free to wear the more revealing top without attracting claims of public obscenity. It seems that some women’s bodies are just naturally sluttier than other women’s bodies—and all women’s bodies are naturally sluttier than men’s bodies.”—