Comments on: Glazed Over

By: Betty

Betty — Fri, 30 May 2008 05:25:20 +0000

While I agree this is ridiculous because her scarf looks simply like a scarf, I’d like to play the devel’s advocate. We must remember symbols have always represented an important part of all cultures throughout time. Had Rachel Ray worn a swastika arm band or white hood the world would have been appalled. I am amazed that certain forms of dress have become en vogue. As an expatriate from the U.S. it disturbs me that we can be so insensitive especially after 911 and I can only attribute this to ignorance. For many of us living elsewhere in the world, we see up close what these symbols represent. These organizations and governments actively support the suppression of women, the banning of freedom of religion and speech, and the tacit acceptance of violence against innocent human beings all in the name of a cause or belief. Have we become so P.C. that we refuse to tell the truth or are we somehow hoping that our own human/democratic values are also shared by all? Read, listen and observe. Actions always speak louder than words. Remember, symbols are powerful messages!

By: Pissed in NYC

Pissed in NYC — Tue, 27 May 2008 02:21:31 +0000

Well, there are lots of reasons not to buy from dunkin’ donuts, but the most obvious is that one of the owners is the Carlyle Group. Yep, each shitty donut sends another shiny penny to Poppy Bush. I’ll pass. If I’m going to satisfy a carb/sweet craving, I’m going to run to Claude’s, a lovely french pastry shop that’s worth every fucking calorie.

By: Tengrain

Tengrain — Sat, 24 May 2008 22:39:25 +0000

I want a Malkkkin fritter! Hot outta the oil, please!

Regards,

Tengrain

By: FranIAm

FranIAm — Sat, 24 May 2008 17:49:02 +0000

What kind of stupid f*cktardery?!

I can’t stand RR, hear me on that one.

Is the kefiyyah the anti-flag pin apparel? My head hurts.

When I returned to NYC from upstate in 1986, I bought a kefiyyah from a street vendor. It was simple black and white and cotton and was the warmest scarf (and tres chic I thought!) I had ever had. I loved it.

One day in 1990 – that scarf was mad hearty – I met someone who had spent a lot of time in the middle east (read- Israel) and that person blasted me beyond belief for wearing the scarf.

At that time FranIam was not the strong person of today, in fact I was a mess. So the scarf went – not because I believed him, but because I was so fearful in general.

We are one pathetic country. But you knew that.