Today, on TV there's a movie about old people and old memories: King of the Teds. Two ladies are recalling old times, when the character played by Tom Jones was a handsome guy and both of them were in love with him.  The only teddy boy I could ever love is... Duckie from Pretty in... Continue Reading →

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I know, I'm changing theme and colours of my blog every few minutes. I know, it looks very unstable. I know... it looks like a sort of bubbly blob. Actually, it suits me perfectly. Lo so, sto cambiando tema e colori del mio blog ogni pochi minuti. Lo so, appare molto precario. Lo so... sembra... Continue Reading →

Lauren Nelson makes a good point about how we grow boys.

Rethink the Rant

When he noticed the naked little girl at the beach didn’t look quite like he did and asked why, they answered his questions in simple phrases painted in black and white, pink and blue, and tradition. And he learned that boys and girls were different.

When one of the neighbor kids painted his nails, they got angry. That wasn’t something boys did. And he learned that there were different rules for boys and girls, and that breaking those made people upset.

When he was handed down a pink bike from his cousin, they replaced it with a blue one, because they didn’t want him to be mocked for having a “girly” bike. And he learned that being girly was something to be mocked.

When he cried, they told him to be a man. And he learned that crying, and being not a man, was something less.

When he was being picked…

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Pelle con imperfezioni? Complimenti! Anche tu sei un essere umano! ^^ La mia pelle è piena di segni e non parlo di un paio di cicatrici (una che mi ha convinta a non stirare mai più nemmeno le camicie e l'altra per una caduta in bici fuori età massima per grattuggiarsi le ginocchia senza conseguenze)... Continue Reading →

Label 3: sempre nero

Al di là del pessimismo, che sto cercando di togliermi di dosso lavorando di cotone e solvente, il titolo si riferisce al mio abbigliamento. Il nero ha preso piede nel mio armadio in modo insidioso e costante, partendo da un cappotto nero acquistato a metà anni '90. Cappotto lungo, doppiopetto e di taglio redingote, tipicamente... Continue Reading →

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