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David LaChapelle born March 11, 1963 in Fairfield - Connecticut is a photographer and director. LaChapelle's work is well known for his surreal, unique, sexualized, and often humorous style.
At the age of 18, at the end of the 70s, he moved from North Carolina to New York's Lower East Side where he got a chance meeting with Andy Warhol and began shooting for…
David LaChapelle: Artists & Prostitutes
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How selfish is too selfish and why are some of us missing the bride gene?
Throughout our lives our priorities do get lost in translation.
We are wired to put ourselves first right? Right.
It is easy when you are a parent > your priority is your child.
But what if you don’t choose to be a parent and what if you choose the non – traditional way of living? Meaning no mariage, no children..?
YOU are your first priority right?
The pressures of being unconventional is a daily battle.
Imagine you being a woman in her mid thirties and by now your high school friends have the whole nine yards and you are still deciding what to have for breakfast?
Who are we? The ones that miss the bride and -parent gene?
Is the world going to come to an end with us?
Not so fast – there are plenty of people still happy to reproduce with success and some of them raise people who actually contribute to this world.
In the mean time… you are still deciding what to wear?
What is the point of love and life if you don’t have it ALL?
What is ALL?
Is ALL > a house with curtains, children running around in the garden while you are baking a cake for your partner who had a hard day at work?
Free lancing from your home office as a graphic designer or as an accountant while instructing the gardner and the babysit?
Meaning?
And then your children will grow up and make you proud, so you can close your book on life and die peacefully.
Imagine this life:
You are living with your partner and you will never know if he’s the one – you’re missing the bride gene > remember?
You put your career first cause that is ALL there is.
You figure out that one child will cost you a house in a lifetime and you weigh out the benefits and the less glamorous facts of being a parent.
You decide that you are not cut out to be a mother so you carry on telling yourself : “instead of children you rather want those houses!”
HOW selfish?
How selfish is too selfish?
How selfish is too selfish and why do some of us miss the bride gene?
We grow up empowered and wiser about life. We relate to other sexes.
You have the FREEDOM to choose.
The heartache
The heartache you will feel when you can’t share your friends memories about baking that cake or steeling kisses from their beautiful children and happy husbands.
It is a choice.
Dx
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Everything is Illuminated – Jonathan S. Foer
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others -the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midfternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else… I am not sad.”
