World AIDS-day

Today I'm going to suggest two movies.
One is very provocative and the other is the story about Hiv-AIDS.
Both made me cry.

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And the band played on
Kids

Deadly Sins

I've always thought that one of the more deadlier sins was to take badly composed photos of your friends.


Like this one:
There's clearly way to much going on in the photo. And even though the guy's probably thinking "here I am in my best 'I'm really serrious' pose", the photagrapher makes nothing of it. The picture is cluttred with people and goings-on.








Compare the above to this one:
A real classic photo of Malcolm X. Note that the 'I'm really serrious' pose' is the same. But this photo captures everything interesting and doesn't distract the viewer with any other stuff.

How to go about dividing the world!

Like Moses, when he divided the sea I'd like to share my best tool for dividing people of the world. It says allot more than most other common tools (sex, age, ethnicity etc.)

There are Coca-Cola people.
There are Pepsi people.
One is not better than the other, it's just a matter of taste.

Good luck with dividing the world

Potatoes

Friday night:

I went to the store and bought chips, I thought I'd just go home and watch a movie.
There where lots of people in the store, slightly drunk and on their way party.
I on the other hand where going home all by my lonesome self. With some potatoes.

As I paid the clerk asked me if I wanted a bag for my things.
- Yes I might as well... otherwise everyone will know that I'm only going home with a bag of chips tonight.
- Oh and we wouldn't want that, said the clerk.

Isn't it strange how it would be more normal to go home really drunk, than with a bag of chips. And if you go home with a bag of chips you're somthing of a looser. Or that's what you think that people might think, if they knew... Anyway, I spent a lovely evening with a bag of chips and a german movie.


Note: I just wanted to say that all the recent comments from readers make me really happy. If you where here. I'd let you all in on my bag of chips.

Sitting Ducks!

Two of my dearest friends are about to have babies. But right now they're like baloons and they walk like ducks.

Makes one think of that saying:

If it walks like a duck,
and talks like a duck,
it probably is a duck!

Here's a couple of other words of wisdom:

I'm Just A Giga... Girl!

I've been reading a feminist book the last couple of weeks. It came out about 10 years ago and feels a bit of out of date. Very harsh.

Don't get me wrong. I am a very proud feminist. But that doesn't mean that you still can't be femenine.
It's the values, that reguardless of if men and women are different or not, one thing isn't better than the other.

Sometimes I think that the descrimination against women is bigger than racism. Because it's been such a backbone of our culture for such a long time. Long before we even knew there where these black, yellow or purple people we could abuse.

[experiment]
Today I thought about my chances for equal pay according to:
If I were a woman (?) compared to if I where a arabian man called Mohammed Idih?
My guess is that the chance for Mohammed to earn as much as your regular bloke would be about 70-80%, while for a woman somewhere around 30-40%.

But this is only my guess, and I might be dead-wrong.
After all I'm just a woman.

R.O.C.K!

When I grow up I want to be a rock star.

It'll give me lots of guys - good looking guys with big muscles and great manhoods. I'll pick them myself from those hundreds of adoring fans. And then I'll screw them, use them and leave 'em.

And all my girlfriends will get jelous and want to be just like me.

I also want the guys to carry me around, feeding me grapes and champagne. Lots and lots!

And I want everyone to want me, to yell: "Birgitta, I love you, marry me, have my children!", and then they'll throw me their underwear, while I'm rocking on stage.

Perhaps that'll make me really feel loved.