“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything… what a waste.”
If you’re interested in both advertising and the train wreck that is the Trump administration, you’ll want to click on this video. Rick Wilson has devoted his career to the marketing of various Republican politicians. Today, he works to expose the true nature of Donald Trump via, in part, a very funny Twitter account. What Rick has to say about politics is equally applicable to advertising in general.
Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality, and integrity.
At last, a copy of The Observer Magazine from November 28 1967 that’s
both in healthy nick & bearing an affordable price! Essentially a
Paul McCartney walk through of Sgt Peppers in an interview with artist
Alan Aldridge, it’s the supposed Summer of Love as seen from just a
couple of months after its passing by two of its most interesting
players. (Interestingly, whoever wrote the kicker asking if Sgts Peppers
was in truth “sinister” could at the very least see a less rosy interpretation
of the period, and expected that the readers might well do so too.) No
doubt because Aldridge illustrated The Penguin History Of Comics, which I
imprinted upon at a susceptibly young age, I’ve always loved his
psych-sodden art, and this article comes with one of his finest covers
for the Sunday magazines along with several more acid-drenched
illustrations.Little makes me nostalgic for the 60s in any of its
guises, and certainly not Sgt Peppers. But Aldridge’s work retains its
power to almost - almost! - convince me that the myths of the high
summer of psychedelia are still worth buying into.
You hold her hair back over the kitchen sink, or the toilet, or the garbage can, or even your car dashboard when she can’t make it to the house in time. You ask her to help you with the cost of the dashboard cleaning but you don’t shame her. You laugh with her when you remember the story and promise to pay for her dashboard if you ever ruin hers too. You give her the last of your fries so she’ll give you the last of her burger, or just so she’ll smile, even if she already ate the last bite, fried onions and all. You kiss her even after the onions. You remind her that red lentils get mushier than green lentils and that baking soda is not a substitute for baking powder.
You apologize after fights but make sure that she apologizes too. You touch every inch of her body and praise every millimeter. You buy her asparagus and raspberries even when they’re out of season just to help her remember summer. You tease her for inserting the coffee filter the wrong way, but just for a little while, until you help her slide it in the right way. You buy her chocolate just because it reminds you of the taste of her mouth. You don’t always assume everything is okay just because she says it is.
You pay for the gas money this time but make sure she chips in for the next one. You kiss her toes and the soles of her feet until she cries with laughter. You don’t say, “I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything,” say, “I was drunk, but I know it meant everything.” You try her favorite tv shows but you’re honest if you don’t care for them and then ask her to try yours.
When she can’t stand, help her sit. When she can’t sit, help her stand. You help her gently work on any selfish flaws, but then you work on yours too. Sometimes, instead of saying it’s okay, you say, “It’s not, but we’ll work through this together.” You remind her what together means. You remind her what I love you means. You pinky promise her that you’ll get the groceries next time. You help her break down her stubborn defenses and teach her that compromise is a word that melts in the mouth. You don’t say “I will never hurt you” but rather, “I will never try to, and if I do, I will make it up to you.” You ask her to promise you the same.
You help her find the window inside herself and pull the shades up. You don’t give her a free pass to be cruel or vindictive and you don’t give yourself one either. If you ever are, you take responsibility. If she ever is, you encourage her to do the same. You listen to her soft tiny sighs as she falls asleep at night. You allow her leg to be flung over yours and her warm breath to sear the side of your neck. You remain grateful for every lesson you have taught one another.
And then you wait awhile, a few months maybe, or a year, and then you ask her, and hope she says “Yes.”
make me choose edits ☆
the harry potter series or the a song of ice and fire series
requested by @sirelo ↳
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
