I am always that girl, it seems. Not quite the one one the far right, but usually the one in the middle. And then some caring friend mentions it to me and I am all ‘Oh! Oh no!’ |assumes far left pose, blushes under pound of makeup|
I love the 50s. It is an eternal source of sadness to me that I do not have the figure for the New Look, and instead will always have the curvy, yet undernourished figure of the 30s and 40s. Don’t get me wrong, I love the 40s more than any other era, it’s just I want the 50s too.
Illness: Absolutely no excuse to look any less than your best. That girl in the corner has the right idea. She’s wearing her lipstick, and wearing it proudly, even though she is in a sanitarium, and therefore presumably has consumption.
A lot of people don’t like to remember that Nazis were human like we are, and therefore equally capable of astonishing good, and unspeakable evil, just as we are. I think people deliberately forget this, because remembering the humanity of the Nazis also requires us to remember that we all have the potential to become as monstrous as they were.