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I want a show where either

Gordon Ramsey has to sing for Simon Cowell and then Simon has to cook for Ramsey and they both just criticize each other.

Or

A contestant has to cook for Ramsey and then sing for Simon. You win if you can survive the psychological damage

vinylraptor

or just Gordon Ramsay, and he sings and dances and cooks all at the same time all by himself.

*normally I don’t repost things if they have spelling errors but I’ll overlook it for Gordon. haha.

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Special Edition of Thriftanthology: On Jenny Lewis and Goodwill

Like many 30something women, I will confess to being more than a little obsessed with Jenny Lewis. So much style! So much lyrical complexity! Such sharp insight into women’s experiences! So many ill-advised musings that maybe I could get bangs like hers and not look abjectly terrible, instead of cool and glamorous, like she does! So many of her songs sung along to alone and with friends and in crowds, with glee and in tears, in cars and dorm rooms and hotel lobbies and apartments and bars and at concerts. Like many 30something women, I find myself quoting her lyrics the way that pious nineteenth-century diarists quoted the Bible–unthinkingly and automatically, because they beautifully, concisely distill experiences and ideas which I’m not sure I’d otherwise be able to give voice to. I just love her.

And, just when I thought I could not love her more, she recently gave an interview where she talks in depth about her profound love of thrifting–about how when she is on tour, one of her very favorite things to do is to go to the local Goodwill, because she loves the odd, interesting things she invariably finds there, and the odd, interesting people she invariably gets to talk to there. (Please pardon me while I go off to swoon in the corner. For the next TWENTY YEARS.)

So of course when my intrepid thrifting friend Meagan and I went to St. Louis to see Lewis in concert, the issues of 1) whether or not Lewis would go thrifting in the city, 2) whether or not we would bump into her if she did, and 3) how we would react if we saw her became pressing. (Sample discussion: “I mean, would we talk to her? We couldn’t talk to her. But we’d have to talk to her. Maybe we could talk to her, but about the stuff she was looking at, and not mention that we knew who she was? Maybe that would be okay, and not too weird? If we kept it to the dresses?” [Pause.] “Let’s face it, I’d probably attack her. Full-throttle, verbal diarrhea, fan-girl-gushing explosion.”

We did go thrifting pre-concert, at the big Goodwill downtown, and found strange, amazing things (such necklaces, and dresses, and skirts!) and saw (awesome) fellow thrifting oddballs while we did so (awesome lady wearing a glittery red beret, cool woman in leopard print pants, fantastic gal in canary yellow dress and matching shoes, to name but a few.) We did not see The Lewis, alas, but not even the dreamworld that is Goodwill can give us everything that we want, all the time.

But at the concert that night–ah, such a concert!–Lewis, after sipping from a gorgeous bright green mug, mentioned that she had purchased said mug at the local As Is Goodwill that very day. (The shrieks which both Meagan and I let out on hearing this statement, I think, could have been heard all the way back in Illinois.) She went on to note that she had also found a glorious, two-piece peach suit (which had subsequently been purloined by one of her bandmates), and noted that she thought she had seen a diaper in the vat where she found it–a possibility by which she was clearly unphased.

And just like that, I loved her even. More.

Later in the concert, she noted that you never knew where the inspiration for a love song might come from–that the seeds of an idea might well come to you while you were digging through the As Is vat at Goodwill. She so clearly believed in thrifting as a practice and as a creative process, and so obviously took such great joy in the chaotic, peculiar beauty that is Goodwill.

Adult life can have its disappointments, to be sure. But adult life can also mean that you can take the money that you earned doing a job that you love, to travel to a city that you love, and hear an artist whom you love affirm the joy and mystery of making the art that she loves (and of finding inspiration, and strange peach suits, in thrift store vats.)

And she just might be drinking out of a mug she thrifted the very same day you thrifted a strange, shiny shirt specifically to see her play, while she does so.

ruinedchildhood

tastefullyoffensive

houch

vinylraptor

looks like Joseph Gordon Levitt. lol

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delete this

jackmeister

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

glitterweave

please do yourself a favor and watch this.

tyleroakley

good LORD

i-wanna-be-stereotyped

I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.

classy-kate

Someone finally said it

giltter

when you sat in a weird position for a long time and you move and then your foot feels like this

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vinylraptor

i can hear him saying that. haha

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vinylraptor

Cheese pizza, just for me...

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When Tumblr recommends a post

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Here is the video proof of my previous post about this officer forcing his way into my moms house (without legal documentation) and arresting my brothers friend without explanation. PLEASE REBLOG TO RAISE AWARENESS!!

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Boosting!!!

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boost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tip for future reference for anyone who might be watching this: keep the camera on the police at all times.

geometricpoop

Not even safe in our own damn homes.

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GET THIS TO 5 MILLION NOTES GET THIS NATIONAL FUCKING ATTENTION

pussypopping-on-a-headstand

Holy fucking shit omg.

plaguepsychonaut

"help me get away from him" "no."

butthewinterfollowedme

…And this is why I’m studying to become a lawyer. This. This.

shethesnail

I can’t believe what I just saw.

britteryikes

This is terrifying.

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this is so fucking disgusting smh

quickweaves

My god I have never seen something so terrifying in my entire life

lioness-roar

I don’t normally reblog stuff like this but I need to. This is fucking TERRIFYING. What the hell is wrong with people?

thatkidnic

This scared me so bad I needed context and perspective. I needed to know what the hell was going on. And I have a feeling everyone feels the same way.

The woman heard talking is Lisa Mahone, with her boyfriend after being pulled over for not wearing seatbelts. Her two children were in the backseat, and it was her 14-year-old son, Joesph, who recorded the encounter on his phone.

According to the Hammond Police, one of the cops pulled a gun when Lisa’s boyfriend, Jamal, reached behind the console, “presumably to grab a weapon.”

Jamal refused to get out of the car because he “feared for his life” and would only crack the window a little bit in order to hand them the identification they asked for.

The family is suing for damages to the vehicle as well as malice and reckless force. The two children in the back seat were injured from the cop breaking the glass.

Nobody else was posting about the actual event, so here you go. Read the articles, watch the whole video. It’s important to understand everything that happened.