For all the political goings on, with new presidential candidates fighting one another for supremacy, why not just focus on what you have accomplished instead of bashing one another? I know, radical and probably just no fun. But, I can always read about what your opponent has or has not done. Tell me what you are going to do to make the United States and foreign relations better and actually, gasp, follow through!!!
Tell me what you have done so far that convinces me to vote for you. Every election year, it seems to get harder do choose. I expect promises not to be kept, because that is what most politicians do. Some are good and will be men and women of honor. Most, not so much.
Short post for today but thought I’d rock the boat a little. Hope I don’t sink.
Arranged marriages were the norm as late the early twentieth century. You married within your race, city, and country. Heaven forbid you fall in love with someone outside of your ethnic circle. That’s exactly what happens to Antonio, a nightclub singer and dancer, Olivia. They meet in secret behind their spouses backs. There’s a war raging with Hitler in the lead, terrorizing and killing Jews and deporting all who don’t fit his mold.
Antonio is from an Italian family, who believe in keeping strong ties to one another and staying close by. Antonio meets Olivia outside of a dance hall, she in pain after having had an abortion. They don’t forget each other all throughout the war. Olivia’s husband, Bernard, helps Antonio improve his singing by paying for lessons. Antonio is married to a woman he loves but she doesn’t seem to share the same for him. His sister, Filomena, is betrothed to marry someone she has no love for. She stays single because she loves someone her family forbids her to marry, an Englishman. War makes survival the only goal in order to endure the castrophe it produces. For Antonio, singing in clubs and at special events was his way of managing and for Olivia, a marriage to someone was hers, their affair was never discovered although I think they’d be relieved it had been. Filomena eventually sees her lost love again after the war has ended. Antonio never does. Sad, tragic and unfair how others dictate how you live, and who will you love.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review from Blogging for Books, a division of Penguin/Random House.
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Wrinkle free and skinny seem to be the main objectives of our youth obsessed society. Magazines, newspapers, and even on the screen, we are presented with enhanced ideals of what we females should look like. No wonder there are so many tragic cases of anorexia nervosa, binging and purging among woman of all ages. Really sad that we are made to feel less than attractive because we are overweight, or should have “work done” on our bodies to make ourselves more alluring and acceptable to the rest of the world.
In their book, Beauty Begins, mother and daughter duo, Chris Shook and Megan Shook Alpha say all the media ideal is hogwash. They remind us that we are beautiful because of what’s in our hearts, our character. They are absolutely correct. I have witnessed this myself among people I have met over the years. The gorgeousness of others is dictated by the kind of person they are. But I do confess, I don’t necessarily think of myself as attractive. Like most young girls and woman, we struggle with our self image, we compare ourselves to others and maybe wonder if someone may one up us on looks and even dress.
To be honest this book could have been written for the male population too. Boys and men often have the same problem. The ideal man is portrayed in various media form. Perfect body, hair, dress, by what they possess. You see the fragrance ads where the handsome, rich man gets the beautiful lady. There are plenty of handsome men in this world, we just need to stop creating unrealistic images of what they look like when we meet them. Disappointment will certainly happen if brush off a potentially wonderful guy without giving them a chance.
Of course, The Big Man upstairs made us all in his image and that to me is explanation enough for why we are beautiful. Just look at nature, it ain’t exactly ugly, know what I’m saying?
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