I don't claim to know anything about high fashion, but what the hell was Marc Jacobs wearing at the Met Gala last week? A black, long sleeve lace dress over white boxers with diamond studded pilgram shoes? Nothing like being surrounded by 'yes men;' when you're rich enough, no one will tell you that you look like a crazed homeless person.
I don't find this study to be true at all.
I have never felt more relief that after reading this article. For most of 2010 I suffered from chronic idiopathic urticaria, otherwise known as constant hives brought on by nothing in particular, all over my legs, stomach, and back. I spent the whole summer in and out of dermatologists and allergists offices only to have been poked and prodded by tests and retests to find out that the doctors couldn't find a cause. Their answer? Some people just get hives for no reason. In a fit of itch-enduced rage I think I actually said "fuck you" to the doctor and walked out. About four months later the hives gradually went away, but I never did figure out what caused them to appear, stick around, nor disappear. I didn't believe the men with advanced medical degrees, but I do believe the New York Times. So, thanks NYT. I felt like my doctors had just given up, but seeing it in print made it feel like a real answer.
Anyone who read the famed Born to Run knows who Caballo Blanco is. The man, the myth, the legend, whose real name is Micah True, died last week from, what the autopsy concluded to be, heart disease. He was a 58 year old man (whose biggest vice in life was "vanilla ice cream"), and on a daily basis ran double digit miles for fun, and organized one of the world's most famous ultramarathons. If he died of heart disease, what hope do the rest of us have? Should we just give up our healthy-ish ways and fully digress to eating Krispy Kremes and nachos like it's our job?
Speaking of vices...take a look at this...
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