Rumors are swirling that as consequence to Romney’s recent gaffes and miscalculations some of the more radical elements of the party are desperate to sabotage the current nominee-apparent and enliven what promises otherwise to be a rather moribund and desultory affair.
If there is a more friendly and loveable character in children’s fiction than Winnie the Pooh, I don’t know about it. A.A. Milne’s stuffed bear Winnie the Pooh has stood the test of time since he first appeared in 1926, and for good reason. Pooh is a simple minded, yet incredibly loving, character whose friends each have a distinct personality and appearance which make the Hundred Acre Woods feel like a real world despite its fantastical nature. Pooh’s importance goes beyond the fact that he has entertained children and adults for many years, though. The world of Winnie the Pooh is important because it subtly addresses something that is still rarely talked about today: children who suffer from mental health issues.
I’ve always had a propensity to put on weight easily, so I tip-toe through my life in fear of awakening the fat inside of me. While I’m consumed by vanity, at the time when I first noticed the growth of my man-titties, it was a conditional vanity. Although the concept of fat terrified me, this terror was complicated—more accurately, contradicted—by the fact that I did nothing to prevent fatness. In fact, I did the opposite: I drank excessively, ate fattening processed foods, and slept after large meals like a plump nursing child.
People always tell me that it’s easy to love a city when you don’t live there. I’ve lived in a couple of those cities, and I never grew particularly tired of it, so I think it just depends on the person.