EVERY TIME this crosses my dash I consider reblogging it because this is my life
oh same
I like how sympathetic Marge is.
i need Marge as my mom
BUT SHE’S FICTIONAL TOO *cries*
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EVERY TIME this crosses my dash I consider reblogging it because this is my life
oh same
I like how sympathetic Marge is.
i need Marge as my mom
BUT SHE’S FICTIONAL TOO *cries*
(Source: sandandglass, via shannyisrad)
(Source: poyzn, via toomuchbeautytoquit)
By Troy Schumacher, as told to Claudia La Rocco
When I see these photos, especially the one of the foot missing a toenail—it makes me think how we as dancers are so used to seeing things like this. It just is such a very everyday thing to see, the way that the women’s feet have morphed into these shoes, and how their feet have almost, I don’t know the right word … just completely altered. A lot of the women, they definitely feel a little bit self-conscious about this. But for me it’s a mark: only a ballet dancer’s feet look like this.
This dancer, the nail on her big toe had just fallen off. This must have been on a Saturday afternoon before two performances, and she told me: I just have to tape it up and it will be fine. I know, as a male dancer, having anything wrong with my toe nail is the most excruciating thing, so I can only imagine what these women go through …
And I’m also struck by the effort to paint the toenail, as though that will almost hide it a little bit, or make her feel a little beautiful, even though her foot looks quite … interesting…
That picture is taken before the foot is in a pointe shoe. The other picture is taken obviously after being in a pointe shoe for the day. I don’t think it’s the same dancer, but it’s a similar situation. These marks are pretty similar on all of the women, especially over the knuckles of the toes, these big mounds of skin that develop. Just incredible. And they all still wear their wedges outside in the springtime.
In many ways the feet most exemplify the small little changes that happen to your body as you dance every day, all day long. There’s a lot of things you can’t take a picture of: having to pop your hip every morning or else walking hurt, or just the way your body builds up these little tiny defenses against this absolutely unnatural thing to do… But you can take a picture of a foot. You can take a picture of a foot.
These markings really stay there. There’s a huge swelling factor when we are in the season. Some days you’re there at 10 o’clock in the morning and leave at 10:45 or 11 at night. A lot of the women, they can’t go get pedicures, because they need all of these little nubbins to really survive in their shoes. It really becomes a part of them. I think when a toenail like this falls off…these things happen, but it just seems almost like a special occasion.
The women in New York City Ballet are in pointe shoes all day long, and they go through multiple pairs. I am fascinated with the whole concept of the pointe shoe. How flimsy the construction is, and how beautiful they look—a brand new point shoe is a beautiful thing—and all of these terrible things the women have to do to these shoes to get them on. Sometimes a ballet dancer in the company, she’ll put on her shoe, and it will be done at the end of class. And sometimes it will last a few days. But often they will go through at least one a day, sometimes two or three.
We men build up a different musculature than the women do. It gets to a point where some of the women would much rather be dancing in a toe shoe than a ballet slipper. It just puts a different stress on your foot, more so the demi pointe. I think every man has had his fair share of ingrown toenails and infected corns and that sort of thing, and all of us on the top of our first metatarsal have these callous scabs that we constantly rip open. But what the women put themselves through with their feet, there is really just no comparison. Certainly no visual comparison.
There’s definitely a huge amount of pain that goes into ballet dancing. It’s such an art form, you have to be so emotionally invested for it to work. You’re constantly dealing with something, whether it’s really small (maybe you have a splinter in your hand and you have to partner that day) or there’s something wrong with your knee that no doctor can figure out or your rib’s out and it hurts to breathe. Every dancer has these moments when literally everything hurts. You don’t know how you’re going to do it. Then you get on stage .. the dancers call it dance therapy, this interesting thing that occurs, you don’t feel it could do you any good to go out there and dance, and it can be hard, but then there are these moments when you go out and perform and when you get home you feel physically so much better. Obviously the opposite occurs as well (laughs). I forget who coined that term, but we all talk about it. There’s physical therapy, and then dance therapy. But it’s really only performing that does it. It baffles all of us. It’s obviously medically the most counter-intuitive thing to go and do. People talk about the here and now you have to be in when you perform, and that must have something to do with it.
For me taking photographs started as a conversation with the three composers I have been working with at Satellite. When we first collaborated, they had never seen a ballet before. And they were just amazed at the difference between a performing situation, and when the dancers get offstage. It’s a completely different world. You can be smiling one minute, and the next minute you’re collapsing into the wings, screaming in pain or you can’t feel your feet or something is spasming. They thought that was the most interesting thing about ballet, this façade that dancers put up. In many ways that’s one of the great things about ballet: you see these people absolutely killing themselves on stage and you have no idea, because it just looks so easy. But for people of the younger generation, that’s maybe not so appealing, the making it look so easy. The image that our violinist gave was the guitar solo: you go to a concert and people just go crazy for these guitar solos, and the guitarists actually try to make it look harder than it is. And we do the complete opposite thing. So, for me, the photography is part of just trying to figure out very subtle ways to share that as respectfully as I can.
And the physical toll that ballet takes on our bodies, these markings—these are the things dancers are generally numb to looking at. The hiding of this is so ingrained into our art behavior. It’s almost a part of the training that occurs.
Finding these little moments and seeing how they affect me … I feel I’m in a really privileged position to be able to look at these and, I hope, to have my colleagues become a little more comfortable being real. I don’t walk around with a camera all day in people’s faces, but I really want to hide people’s pain a little bit less, in my choreography as well, and try to make these dancers a little bit more human, even though ballet makes you able to hold yourself in ways that are almost super human…it’s a very interesting version of human life.
Troy Schumacher is a member of New York City Ballet, and Director of the Satellite Ballet and Collective, a collaborative, multi-discipline company. An Atlanta native, he began his dance training with tap, before discovering ballet, and pursuing a career as a ballet dancer. After training at both the School of American Ballet and Atlanta Ballet, Schumacher joined New York City Ballet in 2004. At NYCB Schumacher has performed principal roles in several ballets, including Balanchine’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, and Stars and Stripes as well as Jerome Robbins’ Interplay. His choreography forms an essential relationship with music and multimedia space: he selects highly individual dancers with inherent, unique movement qualities and creates dancer specific movement to advance the language of modern classical dance.
Photos by Troy Schumacher
(Source: theballetblog)
From the comments to David Brooks:
“From what we know so far, Edward Snowden was a fan of the cartoon “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”. Though obviously terrifically bright, he could not grow out of his juvenile shell like so many twenty-something males. Instead he spent his free time watching a little girls cartoon.
Obviously Snowden’s personal life is the most important issue here. Not the data mining by the NSA, which many of the internet’s know-it-alls claim it’s not a big deal and they knew all about it 5 years ago.”This comment is a spot-on response to Brooks’ Op-Ed, while the essay itself brings to mind a quote from Noam Chomsky:
“[T]he ‘societal purpose’ of the media is to inculcate and defend the economic, social, and political agenda of privileged groups that dominate the domestic society and the state. The media serve this purpose in many ways: through selection of topics, distribution of concerns, framing of issues, filtering of information, emphasis and tone, and by keeping debate within the bounds of acceptable premises.”
The kind of person willing to expose a story like this is never going to be the kind of person you want exposing a story like this…
As much as I enjoy making fun of Bronies, that Snowden allegedly is one (or that he’s a high school drop out or that his girlfriend is a smokin’ hot ballerina) is not particularly relevant to my interest in the NSA story.
When André was 12, he was already over 6 feet tall and weighed 240 pounds. He was too big to fit on the local school bus and his family didn’t have the money to buy a car that could deal with his weight if it drove him to and from school.
Samuel Beckett, Nobel Prize winner (literature) and esteemed playwright, probably most noted for Waiting for Godot, bought some land in 1953 near a hamlet around forty miles northeast of Paris and built a cottage for himself with the help of some locals. One of the locals that helped him build the cottage was a Bulgarian-born farmer named Boris Rousimoff, who Beckett befriended and would sometimes play cards with. As you might’ve been able to guess, Rousimoff’s son was André the Giant, and when Beckett found out that Rousimoff was having trouble getting his son to school, Beckett offered to drive André to school in his truck — a vehicle that could fit André — to repay Rousimoff for helping to build Beckett’s cottage. Adorably, when André recounted the drives with Beckett, he revealed they rarely talked about anything other than cricket.
Curvy Yogi Appreciation (Part V)
[because yogis come in all shapes and sizes]
I still can’t do half of these. Ugh. :/
fitness comes in all sizes! These people are so strong and flexible, omg.
(via backonpointe)
“You can have her”
“Way too American for me”
And of course, because it’s sports, someone invokes “class” as if that word means anything anymore.
I love it.
It’s cool Canada…we’ll take her.
…and our gold medal.
(Source: interlockingvenus)
I’ve got three things I’ve got to get turned in today, two kids to get fed and dressed and a bag to pack and a flight to catch, so I can’t respond to this the way I’d like, but I’m putting it here so I don’t forget.
I also need to let my temper subside a bit. If I were to reply right now I’d resort to name-calling and insults and we all know there’s no ground to be gained there.
Instead, when I’m not shaking anymore, I’ll recount my career trajectory AGAIN. [Magazine writer/research assistant—>comic reviewer—>7 years adapting manga into English—>anthology shorts—>co-writing gigs—>one-shots—>minis—->ongoings]
Maybe I’ll get Alejandro Arbona to attest—AGAIN!—that I was blind-submitted for my first gig at Marvel. I’ll offer that if you’re looking for Men to Credit for My Career, you should look first to Neil Gaiman, Warren Ellis, Peter Rose, Steve Niles and Jamie Rich — all of whom were responsible for making introductions or getting me chances to submit my work well before Matt Fraction had any pull in the industry. (I’ll also state in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t sleeping with any of those men, because I know, dear Anon, that is your next assumption.) Or Brian Bendis, who had championed my work in a way I will never be able to adequately thank him for. (Ditto Steve Wacker.)
(Also not sleeping with Brian or Steve, just so we’re clear.)
Maybe I’ll ponder why it isn’t Fraction who’s considered to have benefited from nepotism. After all, more than 10 years ago now, Matt Fraction was my plus one to Joe Quesada’s 40th birthday party and it was me who sent copies of Last of the Independents to Joe and Axel. I mean, clearly, it was those gestures that got Fraction his career — certainly not the merit of his work, right? I mean, come on — those Hawkeye Eisner noms are part mine, right?
(I can’t imagine how sick Fraction must be of hearing me tell that story. But I bet it’s not half as sick of it as I am.)
(The first person I met in the industry was Wil Rosado. Through him, the first editors I met were Andy Ball, who’s since moved on, and Joey Cavalieri. Just in case anybody wants to make a chart. This would be… maybe 4 years before I met Fraction, Gillen, Ellis, McKelvie et al on the WEF.)
Okay, deep breath.
Bendis is going to tell me that I shouldn’t acknowledge this, that I’m feeling trolls, but here’s the pickle: people deny that this happens. We’re told that the insults to our dignity working women face are in our imagination, that it’s a thing of sexy Mad Men past. It’s WOMEN who make this a thing, right? (Hysterical, don’t you know.) We’re to the point where I meet young women who won’t identify as feminists because the struggle is over and it’s only a thing if you make it one.
Bullshit.
It’s not a natural assumption to leap to the conclusion that I got my job because of my marriage. It’s the product of deeply-ingrained sexist thinking. I can name for you a half a dozen men who did, in fact, get their first big two gigs because of who they knew and their dignity and their qualifications have never been called into question. I’m lucky if I go a week.
I was recently directed to a post on a snake pit of a message board (what was I thinking, even going to look?) by a man I’d known as long as I’d known my husband, a man I’d met at the same time—a man who had felt free to ask professional favors of me on multiple occasions—who was lamenting how “easily” I’d gotten to where I was because of Fraction. When friends of mine pointed him to my CV, he half-apologized because he had no idea. Apparently he thought Marvel—a publicly-owned company—was in the habit of handing out gigs to freelancer’s wives just for kicks. Then he threw up the bit about it being a natural assumption.
I would say simply ‘fuck that guy’ and chalk it up to his not being half as smart as he thinks he is, but here’s the thing:
That guy has daughters.
For them, and for my daughter and for your daughter, I am going to occasionally shine a light on these things… even though it both enrages and embarrasses me.
I don’t know if it’s the right call, but I know that ‘ignore it and it’ll go away’ isn’t working.
I need to figure out a way to contain my outrage enough to talk about it in a way that doesn’t attack, but invites dudes like Anon to rethink their ‘natural assumptions’ without setting myself up as an uppity bitch that they’re invested in proving wrong.
I… I clearly don’t know how to do that right now. But I’m going to figure it out.
Later.
Right now, the kids need breakfast and my son has questions about the xenomorph that can’t wait another second.
I’m out.
Carol Corps.
non-orientable and a little too curvy.