Alternative Limb Project Features Cutting-Edge Designs
Each of her designs offer a sense of individuality, allowing the customer to express their personality through their synthetic appendages. The artist says, “Having an alternative limb is about claiming control and saying ‘I’m an individual and this reflects who I am.’”
But when the poster is viewed from the average height of a 10-year-old, the boy in the picture becomes bruised and the message “if somebody hurts you, phone us and we’ll help you” appears, alongside the foundation’s help line number.
This is the kind of thing that makes me feel like I can make a difference working in marketing. Now, if only we could start attracting clients that want to do the same.
As well as their disgusting body shaming, their hyper sexualization and objectification of women’s bodies, their romanticizing of violence against women… HUMAN BEINGS AGAINST PETA.
This.
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Salon.com article on the Boston Marathon Bombing
Man this quote hits the nail on the head…
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But let that bomber turn out to be Black, tho…
Remember when they found out the DC Snipers were Black?
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After I mentioned that Exxon was controlling the airspace above the Arkansas spill, I got a fiery Ask accusing me of spreading conspiracy theories because only the FAA controlled airspace. My mistake: the FAA is controlling the airspace above the spill, per Exxon’s request.
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If you can look at this and say the media is not controlled by people who want to keep you docile and ignorant, I don’t know what else to tell you.
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A twenty-year-old man who had been watching the Boston Marathon had his body torn into by the force of a bomb. He wasn’t alone; a hundred and seventy-six people were injured and three were killed. But he was the only one who, while in the hospital being treated for his wounds, had his apartment searched in “a startling show of force,” as his fellow-tenants described it to the Boston Herald, with a “phalanx” of officers and agents and two K9 units. He was the one whose belongings were carried out in paper bags as his neighbors watched; whose roommate, also a student, was questioned for five hours (“I was scared”) before coming out to say that he didn’t think his friend was someone who’d plant a bomb—that he was a nice guy who liked sports. “Let me go to school, dude,” the roommate said later in the day, covering his face with his hands and almost crying, as a Fox News producer followed him and asked him, again and again, if he was sure he hadn’t been living with a killer.
Terrorism is as much what we inflict upon others as it is what is inflicted upon us.
I was at Fresh Market, our local high-end grocery store, waiting by the deli counter for the rotisserie chicken my mother sent me for to be ready, and I was admiring the cheese clerk. There was much to admire, because not only is she a lovely young woman, she was incredibly…