It’s technically now Sunday. Have a bunch of links.
Over at the Salon, Mikki Kendall details how an abortion saved her life at the end of a tumultuous pregnancy and how the doctor’s flat-out refusal to perform abortions delayed her treatment. From the article: “My two kids at home almost lost their mother because someone decided that my life was worth less than that of a fetus that was going to die anyway.”
These are paint cans. They are also coat hooks Why didn’t I think of this?
Warning: Cracked. This Cracked article details what it’s like to be poor in America in good detail. This should be required reading for anyone who has never lived from week to week.
This wedding happened at my alma mater. I told you the campus was pretty! No, I don’t know the bride or the groom; someone linked this on Twitter.
I rarely watch TV. In fact, I was glad to let my brother take my television when he needed it. He returned it without bothering to plug it in, and I likely won’t be plugging it back in until the national spelling bee finals come on in the spring. The TV in the living room was on when I was eating breakfast this morning, and I couldn’t help but overhear the plight of a model named Coco Rocha: she couldn’t get assignments because she was too big. The size in question?
A size four.
Size changes aside over the years, this was the kind of size that modeling agencies desired. Now a size four is too big. These shots don’t stay on the runway, or even on Vogue. They get shown on teen magazines, on billboards, in malls. Girls and women of all ages see them and believe that the skeletal body type that few people can realistically achieve is the only body type worth having if one is to be considered beautiful because in society’s eye, these people and their clothes are beautiful.
And now a size four is too big. What has happened? I weep for societal standards of the future.
Good for you, Coco Rocha, for continuing to speak out.