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Here's a suggestion. How about creating an "Ask the Guys" poll? See how they feel about wedges versus stilettos. (that would be interesting)
Frankly I believe that a person's confidence attracts, no matter what he or she wears. Wear what makes you feel good. A confident woman can make a $1 flip-flop look sexy and attractive.
(For the record, I said that I receive compliments from men on my shoes. I did not say that my shoe selections or feet attract "all" the guys.)
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It's a nice tattoo on its own, though it certainly is rather feminine (as most flower designs are). Not necessarily a negative thing, but you have to consider which impact it will have on your personal appearance.
I think it can look great if you already have a rather masculine/tough appearance; then it will show your softer/sweeter side, which most women will find way sexy.
If you already have a rather soft appearance, I'd be careful about it though. It's not a tattoo that I would sport myself personally, considering that I often try to conceal my sensitive nature to girls; I'd definitely opt for something more masculine for myself. I actually often go for a rather masculine appearance generally, that way when girls inevitably witness my affectionate side (argh), it comes off as a cute feature and a pleasant surprise rather than something I want to shove down their throats.
And Liz gave nice advices too: talented artists can suggest different designs and darker shades could be helpful to cover some of your scars.
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I have great empathy for you. I was a gunship pilot in army and was shot down suffering multiple injuries. After many surgeries and joint replacements I am also left with many scars that are not that noticeable. I have also considered tattoos but they are so permanent. No do overs. I look at designs but can't see just the right one. I have one on my inside thigh that only my girl has seen. I thought of having the design done first in semi permanent ink to try it out. But I just can't pull the trigger.
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YES Go for it!!! Want me to do it for you???
Check out mine.... tell me what ya think ;)
The key problem is funding cannibalism. That $3 million in donations doesn’t appear out of a vacuum. Because people on average are limited in how much they’re willing to donate to good causes, if someone donates $100 to the ALS Association, he or she will likely donate less to other charities.
This isn’t just speculation. Research from my own non-profit, which raises money for the most effective global poverty charities, has found that, for every $1 we raise, 50¢ would have been donated anyway. Giving What We Can fundraises for global poverty charities by encouraging people to pledge at least 10% of their income. For everyone who joins, we ask them to estimate what proportion they would have donated otherwise. Averaged among all our members, that amount is greater than 50% (or $150mn out of $300mn). Given our fundraising model, which asks for commitments much larger than the amount people typically donate, we have reason to think that this is a lower proportion than is typical for fundraising drives. So, because of the $3 million that the ALS Association has received, I’d bet that much more than $1.5 million has been lost by other charities.
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It depends on the skill of the writer to adequately deliver a well written present tense story. In my time here I've found that there are few here that can pen a present tense story well enough for me to enjoy it.
I always feel a more intense sense of loss when a fellow alcoholic or addict commits suicide. Possibly because I have thought about it obsessively for years, and slit my wrists on multiple occasions until being forced into rehab and getting sober a year later at the age of 18.
No one will ever know exactly what Robin Williams was thinking and feeling when he made the decision to end his pain the way he did. But I do know he wasn’t seeing himself the way the rest of us saw him.
I first met Robin in 1998 when he came to the Comedy Cellar in New York City to do a guest spot. Comedians tend to be impossible to impress and love to stress how they’re impossible to impress when bigger, far more famous comedians perform sets.
But on this particular night, I noticed that none of the regular comedians were leaving when they were done. We were all finding excuses to hang around. None of us wanted to admit it, but Robin Williams was performing, and we were genuinely excited.
Now, any other group of performers would have proudly stood outside with streamers and a welcome banner, but comedians are jaded asses who would rather sit in the back of the room with their hearts pounding while folding their arms and feigning disinterest.
What struck me the most about Robin was how important it was to him that the other comedians liked him. He was always gracious to the performer he had bumped off the lineup. That first night, and during his many returns over the years, he would always come upstairs and sit with us at the “comedy table” (made famous on Louie).
He could have easily dominated the conversation; we all knew the difference between who he was and who we were. Robin was one of the few larger-than-life comedians who could have actually gotten a table full of other comics to shut up and listen. But he didn’t. He joked and laughed with us and went out of his way to not tower above us. He probably never knew how much we loved him for that.
By all accounts, Robin struggled with depression and addiction over the years. So many comics I know seem to struggle with the demons of self-hatred and self-destruction. While my physically self-destructive days ended when I got sober, the thought of suicide was always there, an option behind glass that I could break in case of an emergency. I glamorized the idea of constructing my own exit.
And yet on a day like Monday, that idea seemed terrible and unnecessary. Not triumphant or glamorous but sad and empty and incomplete.
The funniest people I know seem to be the ones surrounded by darkness. And that’s probably why they’re the funniest. The deeper the pit, the more humor you need to dig yourself out of it.