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December 30, 2011 5:18 am
Two Doctors without Borders Employees Killed in Libertarian Paradise of Mogadishu

Seriously, I’m sorry for these people and their friends and families. Every time I hear about Mogadishu being a paradise of zero regulation, though, this will now be added to my screaming rant.

June 13, 2010 2:16 pm
There’s a wonderful scene in this movie where Anna Holm encounters her repeated reflection for the first time.  The reason I love Joan Crawford so much is that she so breezily conveys that this is Anna’s first time noticing the infinite mirror trick.  It instantly reminds me of the day I discovered the same thing and showed my baby sister.   Saying that, though, I was listening to Dylan Brody on WTF Podcast.  He was saying that the stories he tells appeal to the inner narcissist in us all.  Joan does the same thing.  As a gay man in his thirties, I identify with Anna Holm.  Anna is despised and grows bitter.  She blossoms late.  She is beautiful.  She feels beautiful.  Yet she bears something ugly inside and on her back, her past deeds.  She wants to move forward and cannot.  The love and adoration of men in her life is her carrot and her stick.   I’m writing this while very tired, so I may not be making much sense.  Long story short, anyone can see their own life in a role like Anna Holm, but it takes a true narcissist like Joan Crawford to make it happen.

There’s a wonderful scene in this movie where Anna Holm encounters her repeated reflection for the first time.  The reason I love Joan Crawford so much is that she so breezily conveys that this is Anna’s first time noticing the infinite mirror trick.  It instantly reminds me of the day I discovered the same thing and showed my baby sister.  

Saying that, though, I was listening to Dylan Brody on WTF Podcast.  He was saying that the stories he tells appeal to the inner narcissist in us all.  Joan does the same thing.  As a gay man in his thirties, I identify with Anna Holm.  Anna is despised and grows bitter.  She blossoms late.  She is beautiful.  She feels beautiful.  Yet she bears something ugly inside and on her back, her past deeds.  She wants to move forward and cannot.  The love and adoration of men in her life is her carrot and her stick.  

I’m writing this while very tired, so I may not be making much sense.  Long story short, anyone can see their own life in a role like Anna Holm, but it takes a true narcissist like Joan Crawford to make it happen.