Another poster, elleskyyy, said she felt better when she “realized I’m getting a thigh gap.” “My thigh gap is huge,” brags a Tumblr user with the handle foster-the-beatles. “Yesterday i had 380 calories but then i ate candys so much that my calorie number switch to ca. 650 ...” writes Anastasia. And a user called “starving for perfection” complains about her “mediocre / nonexistent thigh gap” and flagellates herself for her “fatfatfatfat.” I mean,
did not write “Because I Could Not
Stop for Death” and I will be
sitting here all day in this fucked up shit god
dammit click click click I mean,
What kept radio from being heard on the tail end of sparks, apart from the wet slap of a dead frog? What I’m trying to say is, the re-articulation of the old Conservatory building on Bloor Street is an example I’d cite: it’s ennobling, though it was years late. Also it’s dense in lots of ways, but has much aeration, to allow for the spirit to move around in it. He didn’t have nothing in his hands at any time or period at all before they came, any time while they were here, anything. They just came in and shot him. He didn’t say nothing, the police didn’t say nothing, anything, it was like a silent movie. You couldn’t hear anything, all you could hear were the gun shots go off and I seen them going into his body and he just fell down. Tho it won’t work in this case, here’s A remedy to be used when one is falling away, and which has cured many persons. Let the person in perfect soberness and without having conversed with any one, make water in a pot before sun-rise; boil an egg in this urine, bore three small holes in this egg with a needle, and carry it to an anthill made big by ants; and the person will feel relieved as soon as the egg is devoured.
[Note: Sources: Fabienne Faur, “US teens’ dangerous obsession with ‘thigh gap’”, at Yahoo News, 1 Oct 013 (hat tip Omo Bob); Sandra Simonds, “I Grade Online Humanities Tests”, at The Awl, 10 Oct 013;Douglas Kahn, Earth Sound Earth Signal: Energies and Earth Magnitude in the Arts; Alan Gasser, FB comment, 11 Oct 013; Natasha Lennard, “Woman calls 911 for diabetic fiancé, cops arrive, shoot him dead”, at Salon, 8 Oct 013; Johann George Hohman, The Long-Lost Friend]