You guys keep asking us to walk you through just how you go about becoming a SuicideGirl so we decided to dedicate this weeks video blog to telling you just what to do! Rambo is the model coordinator and she gives you the inside scoop on every step you need to take!
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by Lisa Brady
It’s been quite some time since The Cleavers came to us once a week to share their life lessons and morals. Over 50 years, in fact. A lot has changed since 1957. Segregation was ended, women are prevalent (and kicking ass) in the workplace and the typical family ideal seems to have fallen by the wayside. Some would argue the merits of moving past the stuffy, goody-two-shoes, so-sweet-it-makes-your-teeth-hurt family moment, but I have to ask: is it really so terrible?
Sure, Wally and The Beav got into “trouble” on a regular basis and by the end of 30 minutes, they were sitting down to a home cooked meal and chuckling about the days’ hijinks. That’s not reality, is it? Though it seems unlikely that this was happening in the average white-picket-fence-2.5-kids household, there are some elements to it that aren’t all that bad.
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by Damon Martin
Charlie: “Guys…where are we?”
The line that gave everyone the first clue that “Lost” wasn’t your average every day television drama. Sure, it started out looking like a typical TV show as a man woke up in a jungle, not knowing exactly what happened, and as he wanders through the trees and brush, he discovers that the plane he was riding on just minutes before had crash landed on an island He rushes to the scene to see all of his fellow passengers terrified of what they’ve just endured, and he immediately starts to help and lead those hurt and injured away from the burning debris.
In that moment, J.J. Abrams, Damon Lindelof, and Jeffrey Lieber had captured an audience and many of those same people would follow the tragedy and triumph of the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 as they found themselves on an island that was anything but a normal tropical paradise for the next six years.
I’m on the brink of a quarter life crisis. (This does exist; the self-help section at my local Borders tells me so.) As my 25th birthday nears, I’m reassessing my goals and plans. I won’t deny I’m not where I thought I’d be when I walked across Alumni Park to accept my college diploma several years ago. I’m currently experiencing a second adolescence. And it’s not because I’m constantly being told I look like I’m 16.
And according to the New York Times, if you’re a 20-something, you’re experiencing it too. The article notes some key milestones that mark the “transition to adulthood”: graduating college, leaving the parental nest and buying a place of your own, financial independence, marrying and popping out some babies. However, those in my age range are taking longer to hit those milestones, if we’re working towards them at all.
