If a price shot of B vitamins gives you the same thrill as taking a dump, why not save time and money, and go take a dump?
“Plus sized” is out, “fabulously sized” is in. This is the latest spin from K-Mart:
Now, in a push to move beyond labels, Kmart is calling their line of plus-size fashions “Fabulously Sized.” This comes at a time when body-positivity and inclusivity is on the rise with fashion shows adding curvier models and celebs fighting back against body shaming.
Curvier models? Curvier? Only if they’re trying to hook up with one of these guys:
The ability of statistics to accurately represent the world is declining. In its wake, a new age of big data controlled by private companies is taking over – and putting democracy in peril.
begins William Davies tale of woe in the Guardian. Unfortunately, he confuses credible statistics with modern state-istics*; and seems impervious to the idea that Joe Sixpack has wised up to the fact that there are “lies, damned lies, and statistics,” and that most of these are peddled by the Leviathan State and its corporate cronies. Usually to Joe’s detriment.
Statistics in industry and scientific research is doing quite well, thank you. The Big Data movement is still immature and riddled with snake-oil salesmen; it will eventually spot them, possibly by applying its methodologies reflexively.
Tip from that same O’Reilly Newsletter. Finally, I got on a sucker list that’s interesting!
*Where did you think the word came from?
Update: Briggsy holds much the same opinion as I do, but expresses it more eloquently.
Richard Bledsoe isn’t impressed with Conceptual Art
A certain segment of the glitterati like to flaunt their ability to see shit as sophisticated art as a badge of honor, for some reason.
and tells a delightful story about its early critics (“It broke!”).
I have to agree, and now I’m off to learn more about William Glackens, The Eight, and the Ashcan School.
I see that Chipotle Grill has chosen Nation Taco Day* to announce an exciting “new” addition to their menu–chorizo. Like everyone south of the Riviere Rouge hasn’t been eating chorizo and egg breakfast tacos since the
Eisenhower Lincoln Administration. Still, what can you expect from America’s innovator in digestive surprises, when they have a suppository** as their mascot?
*Or, as we say in San Antonio, “today.”
**If you haven’t heard it, ask one of your more knowledgeable and vulgar friends to tell you The Suppository Joke. Stupid, but funny.
Update: Chacho’s Tacos in Corpus Christi (San Antonio-by-the-Sea) sports the ne plus ultra of tacos. Betch can’t eat just (even) one!