If Rhyins’s youthful subjects are yet unaware of what the world holds for them, her more elderly subjects seem to give us—the viewer—the most subtle of knowing nods.
From bandaids, to cockroaches, to human flesh, even fine dining establishments are not exempt from the horrors of what can come between the buns.
I spent the better part of the morning of my mother’s funeral trying to get her to go back and pick up her eulogy.
It all started when Julie, a chimp at a Zambian sanctuary, decided to make a major fashion statement by sticking a piece of grass in her ear….
The silk grasses, the trees…
All those things we’d have done.
Still, can’t drag me to the movies anymore. I would rather sit in my apartment and watch my cat try to eat a granola bar wrapper for twenty minutes straight, to the background screams of the Discovery Channel’s Naked and Afraid, than spend my evening at the movies.
What the Internet got was one of its biggest, and perhaps most disturbing, jokes of the year.
But, along with change, as well as with any resistance to change, there come certain dangers we cannot merely overlook or chock up to pure accident, or an independent case of human error.
All the Facebook statuses in the world can’t make it any safer to walk down the street.
Read about the individual fast food workers who last year told me they were unable to live on minimum wage.