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One Haunting Video Shows “Beauty Through The Decades” In New Light

Karolina Żebrowska’s “Beauty Through The Ages” video shows not only on the glamorized versions of women but also the real, middle and lower class women as they lived in the past century.

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Terry wrote to me and he said  ”You have to do this ”- he began this email, I went back and looked at it the other day -  ”I know how busy you are, but you are the only person who has the same understanding of and passion for the old girl that I do, so you got to do it ‘cause I want to see it.” And I said yes. And very shortly after, Terry died. So now he couldn’t see it.

So I had to make the thing that he wanted, which meant it became kind of a mad passion project. The things that if it was a me-project I would’ve given away on, things I wouldn’t have held the line on like some kind of a mad-eyed prophet.

Suddenly I’m going ”No, you cannot take this out. This is going to be in there. Because Terry wrote that scene and he would have wanted to see it, so it’s in there.” And they’re like ”Oh, but do you know how much money we could save if you don’t actually see Agnes Nutter being blown up and arrested and dragged to the stake, we got this idea,” said an early bunch of producers who later left, ”that we could have woodcuts and the narrator explaining what happened. Isn’t that just as good?”

Alright, alright, so I know she doesn’t mention hot cider, but I figured it’s a given, and also I didn’t realize until after I made the recipe. So it’s going up anyways.  Difficulty: Easy, 2 hours. Makes 6 servings. 

-2L of pure apple juice or apple cider (non-alcoholic is best so you don’t cook out any booze) -About 40 whole cloves (roughly 3 tablespoons) -5 to 8 cinnamon sticks,  -4 or 5 slices of ginger -1 tablespoon (8g) anise seeds -1 tablespoon (8g) of whole allspice berries -10 cardamom pods -8 to 10 whole peppercorns -1 tablespoon (7g) nutmeg -The peel of about half a large orange -Rum or brandy, if desired

NOTE: If you don’t have any of these spices in their whole form, don’t worry! Use the ground stuff. It all sinks to the bottom of the pot and you can pass the cider all through a cheesecloth if you like. 

Pour the 2L of apple juice or cider into a large pot over medium-low heat. 

Use a vegetable peeler to shave off slices of orange peel and add them into the pot along with all your other spices. I broke open the cinnamon sticks to release more flavour. Also quite honestly you can add in whatever spice amounts you so choose based on what you like, but the amounts I posted are a good balance of flavour, I find.

Continue to cook over medium-low until the juice/cider is hot, and let it simmer for 15 minutes. Don’t let it come to a boil (it won’t hurt it if you do by accident but it’s just better not to).

Now we’re gonna want to keep the cider hot, so the best way is to throw it all in a crockpot (spices included). Keep it on low for 1 ½ hours at least, 4 hours at most. If you don’t have a crockpot, keep it on low on the stove and cover with a lid. Once it’s done, it’ll be quite dark in colour.

When you’re ready to serve up your hot apple cider, you can pass it through a cheesecloth or just ladle it up as is into mugs. Make sure to include a cinnamon stick, though! Add in your booze (if desired) last.

This cider is my favourite fall drink, and I spent many autumn nights as a kid sitting in front of the fireplace drinking my hot apple cider after a long day of jumping in leaf piles. 

•buy toys/dolls/crayons •play with Legos •play old videogames/dress up games •weave friendship bracelets •watch cartoons •use stickers •draw pics of your favorite characters

If it makes you feel nice, do it. Don’t even worry about what other people think, because it doesn’t matter–if it brings you happiness, it’s not “ridiculous”, or “immature”.

“Growing up doesn’t mean you can’t have Zebra Cakes. Growing up simply means that, if you want to have Zebra Cakes, you buy them for yourself.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bear?” Well, let me explain. For those of you who live outside of the US, this is a Zebra Cake:

It’s a little pre-packaged snack cake that is horribly cheap and junky and really not that great, but it is like manna from heaven to me. I fucking love these things. When I was a little kid growing up, my mom bought Zebra Cakes but once in a blue moon. They were intended to be put in mine and my siblings’ school lunches, but my brother and I would eat them whenever we wanted, so Mom just didn’t see the point. (They also used to be kind of expensive, at least for our family’s budget.) Needless to say, the coveted Zebra Cakes were a luxury for me, and were one of the tastes of my childhood.

Fast forward to my college years. I was living in an apartment with three other people, doing my own shopping and cooking. I was in the grocery store, picking up some stuff, and I happened to walk past a display of snack cakes. Among them were several boxes of Zebra Cakes.

I paused at this, chuckling to myself. Oh man. Zebra Cakes. I haven’t had those in years. I loved those when I was a kid. I reminisced happily and thought about how much I missed the taste of Zebra Cakes, then started to walk away.

And then I stopped dead.

Because I had realized that there was literally nothing stopping me from buying a box of Zebra Cakes. There was nothing stopping me from buying ten boxes of Zebra Cakes. If I wanted Zebra Cakes, I could have goddamn Zebra Cakes, because it was my money and my decision to make.

I put two boxes in my cart (they were 2 for $5) and never looked back.

Here’s the secret I learned that day: The idea of something being “just for kids” is, by and large, bullshit. What you do on your own adult free time with your own adult money is, by its very nature, adult stuff. It’s like comedian Eddie Izzard (who frequently performed his routines in drag) once said when someone asked about him wearing ‘women’s clothes’: “They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.”

I am 25 years old, and yesterday I bought myself a shark lunchbox. Look at it. Look at how awesome my lunchbox is.

Was this lunchbox intended to by bought for and used by a child? Yes. The tag said it was for ages 3 and up. But it was bought by and will be used by an adult, and anyone who thinks that’s wrong is probably just jealous that they don’t have the self-confidence to rock a shark lunchbox at 25.