In the Washington Post: “In this, the seventh of his books, John Waters — the evil genius of Baltimore, the living, breathing embodiment of camp, the man with the bristling pencil-thin mustache and vocabulary that would make a drill sergeant blush — betrays his deepest and darkest secret. In these pages the apostle of outrage — the actor, writer and director whose contributions to cinematic glory include “Pink Flamingos,” “Mondo Trasho” and “Hairspray” — reveals himself to be a . . . sentimentalist. Yes, Waters hit the road in the spring of 2012, thumbing his way across the country on what he calls “my hobo-homo journey,” at the end of which he found himself grateful for all the generosity extended to him by “absolutely, undeniably marvelous people who give me faith in the kindness of strangers.”
Wow. In the good old days of newspaper journalism, the days when boys were copyboys and men were city-desk drunks, this was the sort of explosive disclosure that caused people to run around shouting, “Stop the presses!” Have we really grown so blase today that we can merely shrug at the news that Waters, who has spent almost all of his 68 years trying to shock and appall, at heart is just a big ol’ puddy tat? Shrug we may, but I’ll bet that over in Baltimore the Washington Monument — the real Washington Monument, as Baltimoreans insist ad nauseam — is quivering at its base.
Truth to tell, though, surprise has always been Waters’s stock in trade: sometimes, as an especially notorious scene in “Pink Flamingos” vividly illustrates, surprise of a rather unpleasant sort, but surprise all the same. That scene, in which the celebrated actor Divine feasts on goodies contributed by a dog, appeared in 1972, when Waters was himself a pup, and now, more than four decades later, Waters still has a decided proclivity for blood and guts, but underlying it all is a highly developed sense of fun, a desire to amuse more than to shock.
Waters had just turned 66 when, in May 2012, he left his house in northwest Baltimore, stuck out his thumb and began what everyone who knew him regarded as a singularly risky, improbable venture, if not indeed simply a fool’s errand. He says that he’d often hitchhiked when he was young — I’m only six years older than he is and can confirm from personal experience that we all did it back in those days — and that he still does from time to time while summering on Cape Cod, but this time his aim was less to get himself from one coast to the other at the lowest possible cost than to accumulate raw material for a book. My own entirely off-the-wall guess is that he thought “Carsick” would make a great book title and then proceeded to turn it into reality.
John Waters, shine on, you crazy diamond.
But why is the pig being washed in a toilet?
it seems to be a groomer’s sink, actually, a longer sink for the purpose of bathing small animals.
In other news I want to be a chill as that puppy getting his belly soaped.
Coincidentally I saw this while in the bath.
But also. Oh my gosh, the leeeetle piggy and the chill weasel :)
This post is the most adorablest.
Those are some happy critters! My favorite is a tie between the grinning doge with the duckies and the chill, chill bathing bunny.
Detroit, Michigan: Women and supporters march against “men’s rights” conference at the Doubletree Hotel, June 7, 2014.
"Hotel refused 3,000 petitions with our demand until after a long standoff, with protesters refusing cops’ orders to leave."
Photos and report by Kris Hamel
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Fucking fuck. God dammit.
This is just sick !!!
WOW that is some fucking BULLSHIT right fucking there.
What the FUCK? I mean… ugh. Okay, this sort of “deterent” has been around in one form or another for ages, usually with marginally less ‘fuck the poors’ vibes all over it, but still. But the bit where you pay to use a park bench is freaking me the fuck out on behalf of humanity.
Where is this? Like, are they spike shots from a specific city?
They appear to be in London. But of course, why not make one of the least affordable cities in the world even less accessible to the poors? The UK can add the unhoused to their list of hated enemies, along with teenagers and refugees (not to mention the crossover among those three groups).
Aww, man, there was a live streaming of Tom Hiddleston in <i>Coriolanus</i> and I missed it?
What rational survey respondent wouldn’t check “purchased a zebra?”
So number one, Reading Rainbow was not cancelled because it was not effective. Reading Rainbow was the most used television resource in our nation’s classroom. In 2009, it was [cancelled] due to No Child Left Behind. That government policy made a choice between teaching the rudiments of reading and fostering a love of reading. So the idea that I am trying to somehow revive a failed endeavor is bullshit. That’s right. I said it. Bullshit.
Brett Amory - More from the series Waiting
These photos are giving me chills. To me, they’re like post-apocalyptic Edward Hopper scenes.
It can be anything…a fanfic, a headcanon, a personal fantasy, an original story, smut, whatever. Just reblog if you think up some kind of fiction to yourself to help you fall asleep.
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