This man hears secrets that I tell no one else. When life seems tangled, he gets to the root. His hands make me tingle in ways that are head and shoulders beyond what anyone else can do for me, or what I can do for myself. I'm talking, of course, about my hair stylist.
We are the electric life force that traverses the universe. We are the magic we silently yearn for but don't dare to embrace fully, always... because we've been taught by the ancient, ongoing ping-pong of society and media to desire what they tell us... because we've been conditioned to be afraid to speak up and stand out.
We have come to directly associate beauty with appearance over time, so that now no one would use the word to praise somebody's personality. Maybe that is the starting point, each of us this week need to use the word when talking about something non physical. We need to reclaim the word, something marvellous, amazing, outstanding. We need to close our eyes and see the beauty.
Traditionally body image hang-ups have been widely accepted as something of a 'women's problem.' However, over the past decade, there has been a growing trend of men becoming increasingly body anxious and insecure.
Let's take a closer look at how pervasive our own blind spots are and see where, in society, we're most likely to change.
We keep telling ourselves that we should be flawless. When our lives falls short of our imaginary utopia, we get scared and lash out at ourselves and those we love. Our society worships perfection, photoshopping out wrinkles and bulges of our starving models.
I am a Jew, by heritage and ethnicity. No one in my family is particularly religious; I don't think any of us believe in God.
Self-esteem can be a lifelong pursuit. We may feel unworthy, and can't see ourselves as having great value while we try to find our place in the world.
When most people think of transhumanist art, they think of science fiction movies and novels. Of course, these forms of art have done much to promote transhumanism and the inevitable tech-dominated future.
Why am I even thinking about a tattoo for the first time, at the age of 53, with grown children and aging parents and memberships to three synagogues on Manhattan's Upper West Side? Why do I keep on asking myself what sign, what image, which words, what message I would want marked on my body? Is this a sign of mid-life crisis? Is it a diversion from more important matters?
So, how serious can we be about getting a great workout when we're worried about our hair? The truth is that the two go together quite nicely.
What do stars do when they've played the part of the adorable girl next door or hopeless romantic for 20+ years? What methods are taken to ensure the...
Those words secretly worked magic on me. As a disabled person, I had an extra swing in my waist that never bothered me. The joy in my feet was something far more powerful than anyone could understand. The flash in my teeth, were vicious to those that fed me negativity, and the same flash was a brilliant smile that won the hearts of those that I cared about.
Pretty is a thing, whereas beauty is a force. Although we live in a world where physical appearance is a currency, a differential engine drives life, ...
Wear slippers when you have to drive in heels. Wear slippers when you're traveling. Wear slippers at all moments that it's even slightly acceptable to wear slippers.
I'm not going to say that social media was our demise (I myself enjoy Facebook too much to make such a brazen statement), but I do think that with the rise of these sites came the sudden commanding impulse to look awesome in photos. After all, we want our 500-plus friends to think we're beautiful.