My daughter drew this in her school journal back in March. When she brought it home, I asked her what the girls were dreaming. She replied, “They’re not dreaming. They’re wondering why there’s never been a girl president.”
Me too, Peyton. Me too.
So I know a guy who works for the environmental services department in a children’s hospital down in Florida. For those of you who don’t know what that is, environmental services is the department that’s responsible for cleaning the rooms and the medical instruments and so on.
This guy—who’s in his 50s—has been doing this job for several years now, but even just after a few months working there when he first started, he quickly developed a reputation in the hospital.
For all you House of Cards lovers out there, this podcast episode is worth your while.
Saw a post today on plastic surgery, and it reminded me of some thoughts I’ve had recently about the topic.
Korean women and men who have undergone plastic surgery have become the butt of many jokes. We’ve all seen articles detailing the statistics, or the before/after pictures, or row after row of images of almost identical Korean pageant models, or the family with the attractive parents who have the not-so-attractive children. We chuckle incredulously, and we comment, “Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why can’t they just love themselves for who they are? It’s what’s on the inside that matters.”
As is often the irony, we who make such comments do not practice what we preach. Not even close. Every single one of us has ignored or treated Continue reading