Trying to be white? What the hell does that mean? I've never understood that. How could anyone be white when they aren't white? Seems like a simple enough thing to prove, right? Hold out your arm next to someone else's arm and do a simple swatch test...
I wear glasses, and maybe you do, too. Mine probably cost about the same as yours. Would you trade lenses with me just because I asked you to? Of course not! That would be silly because yours fit you and mine fit me. Reading is the same thing. Are yo...
If you walked into your local convenience store and bought a package of cigars, you would notice that it carries a label warning of the potential dangers of cigar smoke. Yet research suggests that cigar smoking poses a hazard only to moderate to heav...
Yet on some level we do know the truth. We know that meat production is a messy business, but we choose not to know just how messy it is. We know that meat comes from an animal, but we choose not to connect the dots. And often, we eat animals and cho...
It's not very easy to grow up into a woman. We are always taught, almost bombarded, with ideals of what we should be at every age in our lives: "This is what you should wear at age twenty", "That is what you must act like at age twenty-five", "This i...
Trudi: You know how they use that gun to pierce your ears? They don't use that when they pierce your nipples, do they? Jody: Forget that gun. That gun goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All of my piercings, sixteen places on my body, all o...
Sarah Connor: So Reese is crazy? Dr. Peter Silberman: In technical terminology: he's a loon. Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [shows a bullet-proof vest] Sarah, this is what they call body armor. Our tac guys wear these. It can stop a 12-gauge round. This othe...
I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.
So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.
She was wearing a sleeveless top that held her breasts in the most marvelous way, the balance between what it revealed and what it left to the imagination as poetic as a Shakespearean sonnet.
An egg would rendezvous with a sperm one not-so-romantic night in a petri-dish, and cellular division would begin under the watchful eye of some goggle-wearing geek.
The political instinct might wear different clothes in different nations, but underneath the pomp and ceremony it's the same ugliness.
That civet-jasmine blend you're wearing tonight absolutely clashes with the third-level formal style of your dress, you know.
It pleased him to see that things, and not only people, suffered the wear and tear of age. [53 yr old Inspector Bordelli's view]
You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?” “Yes.” He didn’t dare move. “Then why are you still wearing clothes?
Be careful what you wear to bed, because you never know where you might wake up.
Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.
Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing, Leave a house empty, it rots.
All dwarfs have beards and wear up to twelve layers of clothing. Gender is more or less optional.
This was all horribly wrong. This was red wine with fish. This was a man wearing a dinner jacket and brown shoes. This was as wrong as things get.
We wear many things, but that with greatest import is our expression.
