A drama centered on the awakening of the painter Margaret Keane, her phenomenal success in the 1950s, and the subsequent legal difficulties she had with her husband, who claimed credit for her works in the 1960s.
Yesterday, it was due to demonstrate its deep commitment to “standing together against homophobia” by hosting a gala dinner with one Uthman Lateef, a homophobic preacher who has stated: “We don’t accept homosexuality… we hate it because Allah hates it.”
The technique of saying one thing designed to appeal to white liberals, while in fact doing the exact opposite, has been brought to a fine pitch by Islamists generally, and the East London Mosque in particular. (…)
Why does the East London Mosque tell such obvious lies? Simply, because lies work. There is a part of liberal white society which would rather ignore or deny the problem of extremism, hatred and bigotry in some parts of some Muslim communities. The lies give them a form of permission to do so.
In that same council press release, the chairs of the Rainbow Hamlets LGBT Community Forum, a local gay group, condemned the anti-gay posters but added: “We also condemn those who use these incidents to create a moral panic and stoke up racist or Islamophobic sentiment…”
For generations, Catholics carried these simple leaflets inside their handbags or wallets, short texts topped with titles such as “A Guide For Confession” or “A Personal Examination of the Conscience.” (…)
That was then.
In recent weeks waves of Catholics, along with curious members of other flocks, have downloaded a new “Confession” app for iPhones, iPads and iPod Touch devices that combines private journaling, spiritual readings and traditional pre-confession leaflets into one password-protected digital package. Why carry scribbled notes into confession when for $1.99 one can work through the rite while being bathed in the cool blue glow that is the symbol of the social-networking age?
Scribes in newsrooms around the world sprang into action.
“Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been 300 tweets since my last confession,” noted CNN.
In London, The Timesopened its story by claiming: “Roman Catholic bishops have approved a new iPhone and iPad app that allows users to make confession with a virtual ‘priest’ over the Internet.”
The Economic Times report was even more blunt. The headline noted, “No time to visit church? Confess via iPhone.” (…)
The problem is that these statements were just plain wrong.
Thousands of people have now been murdered by Arab and Iranian governments and Arab and Iranian soldiers. In Libya, ordinary mourners attending the funerals of people shot dead in the streets were themselves targeted by snipers. (…)
Yet where are the massive street protests in Europe’s large cities? Where are the calls to boycott countries? Where are the labour unions demanding action? Where are the student groups using words like “apartheid” and “Nazi”? Where are the moralistic editorials condemning Arab intolerance, Islamic barbarism and the need for Arab countries to be banned from international sporting, cultural and literary events?
All of that is said about Israel, whether it engages in conflict or not.
Which doesn’t surprise you. What may surprise you is just how horrible and evil people in show biz really are. I thought I knew. Hey, I’ve seen Sunset Boulevard! Five times!!
Then I started listening to the Adam Carolla podcast; his candid descriptions of, say, what happens during a development deal and the process of shooting a TV pilot and how people build you up, just to knock you down, and how you do people favors and they never pay you back, will make your soul shrink as you listen. He names names, too. And posts unflattering photos of them. And swears a lot.
(In a previous episode, he talked about how “They” wanted to make his movie into a TV show, but of course, “They” also wanted to change to old Nicaraguan guy into a 20 something black kid or something — oh and instead of a roofer and a boxer, can we change it to…?)
If you think you want to be in show biz, you’re wrong. Unless you’re a sociopath.
In the years that followed and up until his death, he’d come to see me every time he was in California. We’d have interesting philosophical conversations. We’d exchange personal Christmas cards. He’d show me pictures of his grandchildren. I was with him in Florida once when he complained about his health and his weight, so I suggested that he go on a diet that had worked for me. I faxed a copy to his wife when I got back home.
The truth is, the reverend and I had a lot in common. He was from Virginia, and I was from Kentucky. His father had been a bootlegger, and I had been one too in my 20s before I went into the Navy. (…)
If you go to a store today you can ﬁnd unisex fragrances. This idea would have never worked in the ’50s. Women’s perfume came in a glass slipper and smelled like baby powder and lilacs; men’s cologne came in a ship or a football and smelled like a pine cone.
To better understand what’s going on, it’s worth a crash course in “sexual economics,” an approach best articulated by social psychologists Roy Baumeister and Kathleen Vohs. As Baumeister, Vohs, and others have repeatedly shown, on average, men want sex more than women do.
Call it sexist, call it whatever you want—the evidence shows it’s true. In one frequently cited study, attractive young researchers separately approached opposite-sex strangers on Florida State University’s campus and proposed casual sex. Three-quarters of the men were game, but not one woman said yes.