The window washers at a children’s hospital in London dress up as super heroes to lift the children’s spirits.
“One of the world’s wealthiest women, J.K Rowling, has given so much money to charity she can no longer claim billionaire status.
The Harry Potter author has fallen down the Forbes rich list because of her charitable giving, the business magazine said.”
Just one more reason why JK Rowling will forever be one of my heroes.
This a opinion is a bit too harsh and radical for me, but I agree to a certain extent. Certainly, Peace Corps should be getting more of the funding that’s being wastefully spent in the military. I still have sympathy for soldiers, though, because many were young when they joined—and I still believe veterans deserve care. However, I don’t agree with the seemingly whimsical manner in which people join up and gov’t deploys. And, yeah, they still opted for a life choice which is likely to ask them to kill people, often innocent civilians.
I think the major reason I’m reblogging this is because it reminded me of when I was watching Baker Boys, a documentary on deployed soldiers, last night. Several of the guys featured made statements which irked me. They said they were bored because no one had been shooting at them lately and that they just wished they could have a chance to shoot their gun. They admitted to joining because they thought it would be fun to go off and kill the “bad guy.”
Hearing ignorant, apathetic perspectives like that seriously make me so fucking sad. And I really think that most American soldiers believe that crap.
Reblogging for commentary, also I do agree with this image to some extent.
When invited to a birthday party whose theme required that the boys dress as superheroes and the girls as princesses, dad Jay C. Batzner came up with an awesome compromise that simultaneously stomped on the face of gender normativity and made his daughter happy. Wonder Woman, both a princess and a superhero, had long been Daria’s favorite hero, so he sewed her this costume. We think this might be one of those steps to raising kickass daughters.
Reminds me of my dad :)