a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
love that is driven by the head, not the heart
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers
selfless altruistic love; spiritual;
Why is it that skinny girls think they’re saints just because they tell girls a little bigger than them that it’s okay to be fat or a little heavy?
I don’t need an anorexic bitch who’s size 4 but still complains about her weight telling me not to worry. It’s plain condescending. Plus they always act like we can’t tell they think little of us because we’re bigger. There’s genuinely something in their voice that just let’s us know they think we’re fat, even if we’re only a size 12.
I’m not talking about all skinny girls. I’m talking about the ones who think they’re saints because they still ‘talk’ to ‘fat’ girls even though they’re ‘thin’ and ‘pretty.’ Not to sound stereotypical but I’ve got more weight on my ass alone than some so called ‘saints’ on this site. Stop pretending you’re an inspirational guru to ‘fat’ girls just because you told a size 12-14 girl not to worry about being heavier or less pretty than you. I will find your house…and punch you.
Although the art world concerns me very little considering I don’t know my Post-modernists from my cubism pieces, I’ve come to have a great internal debate over the Turner Prize.
What is the point? In my own view most great paintings or sculptures or what have you simply copy the artwork of Nature but through their own design and eyes, be that working hard with clay or sweating with the oil paint on your sticky fingers in a hot artists studio.
At the end of these endeavours you saw something that could not necessarily be replicated for it was the artists own particular flare and design, yet recently with such winners cutting open animals and displaying them in formaldehyde, not that I don’t call this art; it just belongs to someone else. I do not see how a single artist can put their name to something they themselves did not create. Did said artist create the veins? The carefully designed structure of the lungs? The very valves that push the blood? Or the enzymes that catalyse our reactions? No. Mother Nature. Natural Selection. Evolution gave us these features so how can an artists claim this to be their own when obviously it is not.
As with the other winner who simply messed up a bed with used condoms and tissues claimed to be an artist. No doubt art is often a replica of emotion and should be thought provoking but yet again this is not a scene she created. She can’t truly put her name on something she did not create. This is a still moment that belongs to every woman across our world. I suppose artists will never be humble enough to give credit where credit is due and just emit their names. However this brings me to the point of the Turner award. If you are to award it to someone who brings art that can be recreated by anyone without particular skill or talent, then what is the point? Do we not all deserve the award simultaneously then? Then again the Tate probably just want you to buy some expensive white wine at their restaurant.