8 Things that really leads to Success: Richard St. John on TED TALK. ~ Lever Stand

8 Things that really leads to Success: Richard St. John on TED TALK. ~ Lever Stand: iticism, Rejection, Assholes, and Pressure

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The Beautiful Anne Hathaway - The Dark Knight Rises

Now I don't know about you, but if I ever saw a beautiful woman in a movie, it was Anne Hathaway.  Now I'm not a big film watcher myself, but I did get into the Christopher Nolan Batman Trilogy, and I never regretted watching any of it...any of the dozens of times I watched each of the three.

I'm sure loads of other people knew exactly who Anne Hathaway was before the 2012 and final Batman Trilogy film arrived, The Dark Knight Rises, but I didn't.  I tell ya, soon as that show hit "Gotham" and Wayne Manor, I had to find out the name of that woman.  I hadn't seen anything so pretty in ages.

Anne isn't just pretty either, to play the Catwoman role in the Chris Nolan Batman film, she had to be in terrific shape, and boy, she certainly was. Her character is basically the most attractive whirling dervish one can imagine, she's forever turning cartwheels, beating folks up, and jumping out of windows.  Hell, she looks terrific in an orange jailhouse jumpsuit even.

So who is Anne Hathaway?  Well, she's an American all the way, with some French and Irish ancestry, she grew up in Brooklyn, and luckily for our eyes, decided at 15 years of age to not become a Nun.  Anne does hold on to some very traditional sorts of values, and probably, this Batman film character of hers is about as racy as she'll get.

She seems a total class act to me.

An Interview with Anne Hathaway concerning her role as Catwoman in "The Dark Knight Rises." So take a moment to get to know the real Anne Hathaway.  You can tell a lot about a person in a short video like this, and Anne surely seems a very nice person.

Anne was born in November of 1982, which makes her quite a youngster in my book...um...I mean, it makes her my ultimate dream movie star chick, really, as I seem to fall naturally into fits of lust over women about ten years younger than I.  It just happens like that for me.

Maybe the best Anne Hathaway scene in The Dark Knight Rises, is the first scene you see with Anne...where she transforms from an extremely beautiful French Maide ...vulnerable and merely there to serve; but she is quickly revealed as ANYTHING but vulnerable, or....there to serve anyone.

The beauty of the Selina Kyle character as played by Anne Hathaway, is the shock she provides the audience with her incredible skill at switching gears from the frightened little woman, to the full out predator within seconds.

Looks can be deceiving, and what someone appears to be, is often the opposite of what is on the inside of the person, the essential person, the REAL person.  This is Selina Kyle, or "catwoman," a character that is ambiguous in that the audience or reader is never quite sure as to whether she is "good," or "bad."

Selina Kyle has never been portrayed better, and I'm  sorry, Michelle P., Anne is just too tough to compete with, even were the times the same.

What really saddens me about this entire Batman deal is that Chris Nolan says there aren't going to be any more of them....despite the ending of TDKR, and how you realize it's been kinda left open and ambiguous, who the hell wouldn't want to see more Anne Hathaway in that jumpsuit?  It's the prettiest thing in the world, and gosh darnit, I want more!

Ah well, guess it is good to end a thing on top, and not string something along for dollars as so many other sorts of persons would do.

Anyway, thanks so much, Anne Hathaway, for being so dang lovely, you definitely scored a fan over here.

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I'm Still In Love With Karen Carpenter

Child of the 70's

I was born in the year nineteen hundred and seventy four. That number describes the years following the year of our lord. Karen Carpenter couldn't be any more embedded into my brain. She competes only with Lennon/McCartney, and Robert Plant for top slot in the great "which singing voice has my grey matter most been exposed to?" contest. You didn't even realize there was a contest concerning vocalist within your grey matter did you?

Hey, blond women turn my crank very often. I only don't understand why some people have such a fascination with blond women. My opinions always lead me to the conclusion that the most beautiful women in the world have always been brunettes. If you are a blond haired woman - you shouldn't take this to mean that I don't find your looks to be stunning, breathtaking, and that you've not already stepped on my poor little black heart with your high heels, spat on it, and ground it further into the ground.

Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a remote and rebellious little syndicate of grey matter that is forever playing We've Only Just Begun , I'll Never Fall In Love Again , and On Top Of the World . If I could snuff out that annoying little coterie of resistance, then there are days that the purge would surely have been carried out already.

Karen Carpenter - Beautiful - Young and Older.

Superstar.

The Carpenters are forever a historic bit of Americana. Barbie Dolls they are, clean, clean cut, brother and sister. The anti hippies, the anti head bangers, the music my Mom listened to. The following movie, however, is creepy, to the point, and brilliant in ways that I can't even explain. I'm told that brother Richard tried to sue over this movie, as it portrayed him in a negative light. I don't think that he was successful, as being portrayed in a negative light isn't a crime, especially when your particular shade of light has been misrepresented as "positive" for so many years. The dark side won, Richard, move along.

It's not my intention here to cause you to like "Superstar," the creepy movie using barbie dolls to portrayThe Carpenters. It's my intention here to introduce you to something you might not be aware of concerning The Carpenters. If watching "Superstar" opens your eyes a bit to the fact that celebrity culture victimizes us all in many ways, then congratulations, we both hate the mass media, and come away wiser persons.

A Moment In Time.

One particularly weird moment of my life happened a few years ago at the office of the Terrell Tribune.

Something in the wind has learned my name

And it's telling me that things are not the same

In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze

There's a pleasing sense of happiness for me.

It was a completely dead moment in the newspaper business that afternoon, and I was playing on youtube. I played that song, and Mother came out of her office and we sang it. . . .or at least, I started singing it to her. An office full of women and girls, with the exception of yours truly. . . .stopped whatever they were doing and listened to the little show. None of those older women could hide the fact that they thought it was a beautiful moment, and that they wished they had a son at the office to sing to them.

The Carpenters - Top Of The World.

More than just a singer.

Karen Carpenter was more than just a singer though. When I figured that bit of trivia out though, I just about flipped. I had no idea. I was perusing a list of Rolling Stone magazine drummer of the year award winners. . . .and saw the name Karen Carpenter. I thought that it was surely some mistake. I was wrong!

I think that she was altogether beautiful on this first clip on the adjoining video.

Karen Carpenter was an OUTSTANDING Drummer.

Studio Perfection - The Carpenters.

Struggle For Perfection.

What do you get when you strive for perfection? You only get lies, pain and sorrow, you never get perfection. You get concerned about what some whore who works forRolling Stone says about your weight, or your looks, and maybe, just maybe you let that ruin your life. Karen Carpenter was already as close to perfect as she would ever be, she only didn't realize it, and somehow, someone's shitty comments in a shitty corporate magazine destroyed her.  It's nobody's fault, and it's everyone's fault.

The State Hospital

Once I was in a nuthouse, well, there was more than once. . . .but a young woman that looked like a skeleton with skin stretched over it . . .sat across from me at a meal, and proceeded to ask for my food, you know, "if I wasn't going to eat it." It's pretty tough to NOT give some food to someone that looks like they already should be dead from starvation.

After a few meals like that I was approached by a large black woman, one of the many, unfriendly ones that work there, and she said,

I don't know why you give your food to that bitch, she just throws it up in the bathroom after she eats it.

I don't believe I ever claimed to understand that.

We've Only Just Begun - The Carpenters.

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Olivia Newton John, One of The World's Most Beautiful Women.

Multi Faceted, and Extreme Beauty

There's no doubt in my mind about this, Olivia Newton John is one of the most excellent examples of beauty in the world during my time.  Not only is Olivia a beaming, smiling, beautiful woman, she's a beautiful and talented actress, and has one of the most beautiful female singing voices in the history of recorded music.

Olivia!

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Let Me Be There.

With John Travolta, and Friends!

Olivia Newton John!

If you are looking for stories about how I loved the film "Grease" as a child, and lusted always for blond Olivia, go away, you're in the wrong place. I have no such stories to tell. I had no such infatuation then, and though I like the movie "Grease" , I've not seen any of it, save the Summer Love video featured here, in years. I do have an Olivia story though, and no, I've never seen the woman in my life; but here you go.

In 2006 I was living in a Discipleship ministry in Desoto, Texas; and working for a criminal who was a multi millionaire, and who laundered money for the government of the United States of America, imported cocaine from Peru, and now sells arms overseas for the C.I.A. I bought and sold commercial trucks and trailers for the guy, and there were then three other individuals, two men, and one woman; that worked with me there. There were other employees, of course, but the others that I shall speak of were ministry/drug rehab folk like myself. Now, it might be hard for you to fathom, but I'd keys to pretty much every vehicle that the ministry owned, and I was often the driver for a rather large group of men and women there, and so, I wound up with the keys to the millionaire's nice turbo diesel extended cab Texas Ford truck; and I drove the group of four employees to work and back every day.

There was an older Black man, and he was still very much into hip hop, and there was a younger white guy, and for all the world he thought that he was really a black guy, and there was a 40 something blond woman. I'd orchestrated a deal to where control of the radio went to me on either the morning trip, or the trip home; but I reserved the right to turn up or down the radio, I was the effin' driver, for God's sake. So anyways, one morning we're driving down I 35 into Dallas, Texas; and I've got the radio set to classic rock, and a song came on that I'd not heard in so long that it only existed somewhere in the back of my consciousness, and that song was Let Me Be There . Hearing that supremely beautiful voice, the uplifting message and joyfulness of it all changed my entire day, the other men . . .perhaps sensing the vibe, just remained silent, and me and the older blonde woman, who, no doubt, had grown up with the music of Olivia Newton John; we both enjoyed it so thoroughly that I'd felt that she and I, the woman, were forever connected in some weird psychic way after that.

Olivia Newton John - If You Love Me Let Me Know.

The Life Of Olivia

Born in Cambridge, England to a Welsh father and an Ashkenazi "Jewish" mother, Olivia was the grand daughter of Max Born, the Nobel prize winning atomic physicist. Now, I'd never have guessed that bit of knowledge; God bless Wikipedia, right? Want more? Olivia's father was in the MI 5, and he'd personally taken the insane Rudolph Hess into custody, when he'd made his bizarre flight to England during the second world war. I've no idea how she wound up in Australia, look it up yourself; I'm just the guy that's infatuated with that smile from the 70's, and that crystalline voice.

I have to admit it, despite how attractive I find the Olivia Newton John circa 70's model, I see that smile, and I think to myself, "here is a woman who's had everything that there has ever been to have in this world, and she'd have it offered to her for nothing more than a smile."

I hate that shit, and I dislike that she looks so smug, and confident; and that she truly had the whole world in the palm of her hand then. Maybe I'm jealous, eh? I'll tell you the truth, she could smile at me today, and sing me a line; and I'd probably declare her the goddess of the universe. I'm just weak like that sometimes.

But Olivia is more than that, she's a survivor of breast cancer, and breast cancer is my least favorite form of cancer.  If you weren't born loving breasts, I feel very sorry for you; I'd imagine that breast cancer is the world's most hated cancer.  I have no favorite cancer, really, I hate them all; but such is life, and if you live long enough, nothing will grow in your body but hair, ear lobes, your nose, and cancer. Will you survive it? Olivia has, and she, and her beauty are still with us, catch it if you can.

~WTS~

Magic (recent)

Magic (1980)

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RED HEADS!

You know, I'm nowhere near alone in my fascination of red headed women.  In fact, I'm finding that the fascination is somewhat common.  I'd imagine that lots of it comes from the old saying

Red on the head equals fire in the bed.


We the living are often driven by primal urges and desires or instincts on many levels.  It's that way for a reason, probably a great many reasons.

Oh I could tell you about the sad sad tale of how I seemingly drove away this beautiful red headed eighteen year old beauty while merely trying to give a speech in my community college speech class.  We'd been assigned an autobiographical speech for our first one, and I was certainly nervous about that.  I'm not a stand in front of the public and talk guy...at least not unless it be spontaneous.

The red headed beauty didn't like my speech, and how the hell was I to know that ....she thought it important?  I thought the damned speech was a grade in a class, not some determining factor in whether or not I should enjoy the graces of an extremely beautiful young woman that always sat next to me and wanted to talk to me about everything....up until the auto biographical speech, that is.

But whatever.  I'll be a healthy young man until I'm sixty, I suppose.  At least that's my plan.  Let's enjoy the visual beauty of some red heads that shan't stomp out of class, never to return.

This lovely woman might be a bit youngish.  Hey, was I not just talking about an 18 year old in a community college?  Oh just arrest me for the thought crime of it.  I shall not attempt to take any thoughts back.

Probably closer to my age, and who was it that ever thought that women become less beautiful with age?

Think of some Northern climate in Europe thousands of years ago, and before Christendom ruined the scenery.

It's a fact that these pictures are not mine and that I was sort  of gifted the link from which they came by an old comrade of sorts on some social networking federal surveillance site.  I shall grant unto thee the original source of these stunning images simply because it's the right thing to do.

http://thechive.com/2011/10/20/lets-pop-the-cork-on-this-thursday-with-some-redheads-35-photos/

But of course femininity and beauty are best served up by women, this is, however, my little visual and still classy treat; and there's so much more that is available that it would be unfair of me to only share what I'd originally seen on Facebook.

Models models and more models.  Being a model doesn't necessarily mean you're so beautiful, and though modeled photos are great......I think I prefer non modeled shots, or at least pictures that don't look like they were so planned and dressed for.  Does that make sense?  I hope so, because natural is ...natural.

And isn't she every bit as beautiful as the women in the modeled shot?  I think she is, and she looks like she's on her way to school, or to a sort of job where she can just be super cool all day.  We don't have to see all the skin to know that someone is gorgeous.

If you've been either looking at or reading the what here - then you're either a stalker of mine or, more likely, a fan of female beauty, and you also like red heads.

Redheads have some fan pages, and here's the Facbook one:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Redheads/34411073368?sk=wall

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Female Beauty...Some Thoughts.

Beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes, and the shape of a woman, in it's many varieties, has been a source of inspiration for all throughout the ages. I do not wish to live in a world where such things are not appreciated. I only wish that I were the only one with such an appreciation, and that all other men that walk the Earth were Eunuchs. Sorry, guys, off with your huevos! David Rockefeller is well known to be very concerned with the Earth's "excess population," and he and friend Rothschild own this planet, and I'm certain that they'd be happy to arrange to surgically assist you in an environment where nonsocomial infections for your surgical and sexual release will be at a minimum.

Before I go any further with my ramble here, I should say that all written content here was inspired by a wonderful hub artist named Elefanza, and the link below: That is NOT to say or mean that Elefanza is in any way responsible for the WTS drivel, nonsense, porn, or anything else that you don't like. I only like smart people and attractive women, even the dumb ones, so long as they aren't speaking. I even like dumb people of any variety, so long as they aren't rich, or think that they know things that they do not. I think Richard Dawkins is pretty dumb, really, despite the two good things he's done for the world; I don't find him very attractive though - even when he's not speaking; but hopefully you get the idea.

http://hubpages.com/hub/Redefining-Beauty

Elefanza is a great writer with a fine sense of humor, and she's a great person to call a friend, and most certainly she is a beautiful woman, but get over it, guys, she's married. Read Elefanza hubs, and you'll certainly be the better for having done so.

Beauty In a Corrupt Media.

My God, if you've not picked up on it yet, you're daft, my man, slap yourself in the face, and slap your mother while you're at it. Mass media in the United States of America is a far more corrupt, harmful, and dishonest ethnically monopolized institution than the Taliban. Doubt this? You've flipped a sproket in the Jetson's sproket factory, my man. Call quality control, and fix your fucking head. I can really never say enough how important it is for your own well being to never watch television, or let mass media influence your thinking in any way. The very best thing that you could possibly do in this, the most perfect of all possible worlds, is put a hammer through your television screen, and cancel any or all magazine or newspaper subscriptions. It's a racket, and if you are interested I can tell you everything you need to know about the ethnically monopolized mass media moguls, and what their actual plans for your life are. None of those plans regard your well being in the least, and they for gosh dang sure do not regard the lives of any woman that you know. Women might actually be the biggest targets of mass media mental desecration in this country, and indeed, this most perfect of all possible worlds.

Hey, Kate Moss IS cute, but if she were going out with me, it's nothing but cheesburger dates for her until she's got some meat on her bones, and she ought to drop that smack habit like a hot potato, let the potato cool enough to pick it up, slap some cheese on that bitch and eat it too.

Rap and Hip Hop Culture.

When I think about pop culture, and I try not to for my own sake, I'm always acutely drawn to that indefinable date in which Edgar Bronfman Jr. and Ashkenazi associates decided that America's youth should be tired of "white" rock n roll music and other cultural extensions by association, and decided that it would be more beneficial to the Zionism and false utopia cause to promote "Black" hip hop and rap culture, and other items by association, instead. This pop culture paradigm shift occurred while I was still in high school in Kaufman, Texas; and with it, we saw every last local blond bimbo deciding to date black males, mostly for the purpose of infuriating their fathers, and because they were programmed to do so via Bronfman Ashkenazi Mass Media Inc. and associates. Now, you should not think that I give a flying giraffe who whoever dates or has sex with. I simply do not care should you be the odd mofo that only copulates with three legged giant aboriginals from Madagascar. What I'm saying here is that, besides the obvious, that I hate mass media manipulations of social constructs, well, really, that was it.

So you think that the glamorization of "thug life" via the mass media program that popularized rap and hip hop was good for Blacks, do you? You're mistaken, and I'll tell you why. That program, very effective as it may be, is no more than the shameful jail house bone thrown to the late WWII Native American U.S. hero, Ira Hayes, as he raised the flag and lowered it. It's altogether racist and shameful in it's constructs and effects. What it is in a positive light, however, is an example of how "Black" culture was NOT influenced by the skeletal female form as "beautiful" model that is sold like a product in the mainstream media. I'd ferg me some fergie any day of the week. My sista resista is on the fritz as well.

I often scream this loud and proud; and some night you just might hear me.

DIAL ONE NINE HUNDRED MIX A LOT, AND KICK THOSE NASTY THOUGHTS! BABY GOT BACK!

"UR MAH GAWD, BECKY, LOOK AT HER BUTT!"

Now, I Don't Know About You, But. . . . .

Is it me, or do the women in the Black Eyed Peas video all look spectacular? Sure, you could say that they are somewhat thin, but to me they all look very healthy. Special runner up in this amazing segment of intellectual transcendence is my spiritual guide, Gorilla Zoe; and in his wonderful anthem "Hood Niqqa," he so proudly exclaims concerning the type of female that we wise men prefer,

AND I KEEP A BAD BITCH AROUND

(THICK BITCH) LONG HAIR

YELLOW, WHITE, RED, BROWN!

The Late Karen Lancaume, or Karen Bach (R.I.P.)

Karen Lancaume, aka Karen Bach.

If you do not know who the late Karen Lancaume is, then be introduced. Once, while laying on the couch with the box of tissues while in therapy, my therapist got excited and exclaimed.

By Jove, I've got it! You're a very sick mofo with a bizarre infatuation with a deceased French Porn Star!

That's why those guys get paid the big bucks, cause they shine with the brightness of a thousand intellectual stars when viewed through the Hubble telescope.

The Late Miss Lancaume was so much more than just an adult film star; she was the adult film star that dared to be a crossover film star, but only in Europe where people don't have to deal with American idiocy concerning sexuality. Yes, she took her own life deliberately; yes, I seem to NOT be able to be fixated on either her or Karen Carpenter; depending on whether or not I'm listening to music, or watching skin flicks. It is what it is; and besides, is you is, or is you ain't my constituency? Yes, thanks to the amazing tube sites on the net, I pick up tracking cookies by the truckload, and I've most likely seen every Karen Lancaume scene dozens of times. I'll see them all a few hundred dozens more times should I have it my way. Of course if I were to truly have things my way, then I'd have a time machine, or teleportal to France in the early years of the 2000's, or I'd have had Ms. Lancaume cloned already. I just find her THAT attractive. It's something about her looks, and probably some serious psychological defects concerning my mental makeup. Whatever.

For her films, I'd recommend Baise Moi , and all of it's controversy; and the very sad Escape From Albania .  Seriously, be warned; these are not just adult films, but films that contain graphic sex scenes including, but not limited to. . . .things that happen in the real world. 'nuff said.

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Beautiful Women In Ancient Cultures

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this is never more true than seen over time and between different cultures. Over time, our concept of beauty seems to fluctuate, particularly concerning people, sometimes favoring rather heavy individuals and at other times very skinny ones. In different cultures, parts of the body may be purposefully exaggerated in the name of beauty, the effects of which might even seem grotesque to those of another culture. For example, various tribes throughout the world use different methods to lengthen necks, exaggerate mouths, ears and even the shape of the head.

In ancient Egypt, beautiful women seem to most often hold the same physical form as they do in the ideals of today's American or European, or otherwise "Western" culture. I even read that beauty was possibly an even more important ideal for the ancient Egyptian culture than it is in today's Western culture. The appreciation of beauty was, to the Egyptians of old, something that held civilization together. The lack of appreciation for the beautiful was associated with the wild, and uncivilized cultures elsewhere.

In ancient Greece, nude men seemed to be venerated over the more lovely female form as a rule. I won't comment to much on that except to say that should you look, you'll find nude male forms everywhere, and covered or clothed female forms. This is very odd, as Greek women are as beautiful or more so than any in the world, and I'm sure that they were then as they are now.

Xishi (497 BC) was a legendary beauty of ancient China. She has been described as "equally charming in both heavy and light makeup", "as appealing when she frowns as when she smiles". Of her figure it has been said that

"were she plump, you would admire her plumpness, were she thin you would admire her for being slender"

. She is celebrated as a woman of extraordinary natural beauty with a universal appeal. Although many have praised Xishi's looks, there is but little mention of her notable virtue - she had a great love for her country and her people.

In Rome during the time that Julius Caesar and his amazing Legions stalked the world from North Africa, to Spain, and all the way across France and into England beautiful women were venerated and celebrated. They did NOT have the same status as men did, however, and could not hold public offices. Often times men like Caesar married for political alliance, as he'd married into the Sulla family, despite that Sulla had led a civil war in Rome against Caesar's powerful Uncle Marius, and won.  Also, Caesar's daughter was married to old Pompey the Great, who, of course, was a former Triumvirate member; and led yet another Roman civil war against Caesar himself.  I can't help but think that Cleopatra, who I'm certain looked nothing like Liz Taylor, challenged the ideals of all the men in Rome; as she was considered a goddess, and not merely a political or military leader.

Okay, after fighting the hubpages and Google content filters with this hub all day long, I'm finally saying, "these content filters are obviously beyond ridiculous.." Not everything I do here is about money, and that should be obvious already. I fail to see anything objectionable here, but please let me know just what it is that YOU find objectionable, specifically. I do not play games. Suffice it to say that all cultures are filled with ethnic beauty concerning women, and much more.

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