Indonesian train riders (the ones on top, that is) may be in for a hell of a ride. Riding the trains on top will truly take balls.
Concrete balls set to just above the train’s height. Nice.
As the guy at the train station said…
“They don’t have to sit on top,” he said. “And we’ve already told them, if the train is full, go to the office. We will be happy to reimburse their tickets.”
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Of course, Deen could have brought something to the table years ago when she was diagnosed; she could have told people that consuming the food she makes could harm their health. Instead, she has gone on offering the same greasy, sugary, fatty fare.
That’s right. She should be ashamed of herself. The writer, Yahoo contributor Isa-Lee Wolf, goes on:
The program for which she is the spokesperson even has a lifestyle system, which has recipes and discusses food preparation, according to the Associated Press. I doubt that any of Deen’s recipes offered over the last three years will be included. It feels as though she sold this country a lifestyle lie, the lie that her comfort foods were nothing more than that, when she was living with their likely very real consequences.
Really? We need to lay the blame of a country of lardasses (including myself) at Paula Deen’s feet? Am I wrong to suspect that this gal is of the same mindset that would get knocked up in high school and place 100% of the blame squarely on the guy’s shoulders, claiming she couldn’t help herself and if he’d been responsible they wouldn’t have a bundle of joy on the way?
Yup! We sure do need to blame Paula! That is, if you’re a liberal bleeding-heart that believes self-control is futile. And Deen should be more than willing to pour out her personal health issues to the world without expectation of anything in return.
Even if someone appears to have our best interests at heart, it serves us to be skeptical. If Deen cared about the people who admire her, she wouldn’t have waited until she had a paid deal to talk about her condition; she would have warned the people who look at her as a fun surrogate sister, surrogate mother, or surrogate aunt.
Rather than do that, it appears that she chose to protect her brand for three years until she was in the position to create a new one. I don’t know about you, but I find that anything but comforting.
I don’t expect my car dealer or my waiter to have personal feelings about me and lie awake at night worrying about how I have been since we saw each other last, but somehow the writer seems to think that celebrities must do this even though they too are making a living and living their own lives. We watch TV to be entertained, not form lasting relationships with 2-D entities.
I find it entertaining that the people who bitch the most about social responsibility rarely practice it themselves by suggesting that society be responsible for themselves.
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From the “It was time to cash in your chips” files… woman hit and critically injured by falling cat.
A cat hurled from a high window in Buenos Aires, Argentina, seriously hurt a woman, 85, when it hit her on the head.
The pet cat was thrown out of the fourth floor window of an apartment block in the Argentinian capital Buenos Aires as a married couple had a blazing row.
During their quarrel the husband picked up the family pet and threw it at his wife, who ducked.
The cat then flew out of an open window, landing on the elderly woman’s head as she crossed the street below.
The cat did not survive. To use up all nine lives so quickly would require quite an impact.
