#Ben Coates

[jaydeelliottblog]

I Was On The Radio!

I had the pleasure of being interviewed for Ben Coates' radio show on BBC Somerset. His show is called Connected and it's about raising awareness for mental health and physical well-being. I talked to him about myself, the meaning behind my YouTube channel "JelliVlogs" and about my ongoing battle with anxiety and my Fibromyalgia diagnosis. Thank you so much to BBC Somerset and to Ben Coates for having me on the show, I had so much fun and it's something from my bucket list ticked off!

I vlogged my day and captured some footage from the interview. I have also uploaded the full interview, if you're interested in giving it a listen!

FULL INTERVIEW BELOW

[carnevol]

Stalag Fashion

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i spend all day thinking of the news that there was a pogrom in amsterdam on the eve of the anniversary of kristallnacht. i watch goyim excuse it because a few jewish people there were bigoted. i watch other jews emphasise that bigotry is never excusable, but neither is targeted violence. i watch other goyim use fake translations to lie to try to excuse it more. some sources say it was premeditated anyway. i think of nana - my great grandmother who fled after a pogrom - and how the family always mentions in hushed voices the trauma she carried for the rest of her life. i put my phone down and i begin preparing for shabbos. i thank Hashem for wine. for bread. for shabbos. i watch my candles glow as i look at the kiddush cup that’s almost entirely tarnished with age from being passed down i don’t know how many generations. my hebrew name bears the names of my father and grandfather. i chose it myself to carry them with me because they didn’t live long enough to see my bat mitzvah. my rabbi said the name fits me because it means “Gd brings comfort”. i’ve said my prayers. i don’t feel the comfort at all

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[hellomagicalsouls]

Ben Ben Ben. you look like shit warmed up.

are you crying? are you cold? you look unwell.

i wonder if it's the stuff we saw on his arm that's making him sick but he does not look good.

there's snow on the ground. i wish you well cause you look like you need it

[vertigoartgore]

1986's Fantastic Four Vol.1 #296 page 1 by Barry Windsor-Smith.

[age-of-moonknight]

A Mighty Marvel Team-Up — Spider-Man: Quantum Quest! Graphic Novel. Amulet Books, 2024.

Writer and illustrator: Mike Maihack

[honorhearted]

Ben's Top LewksTM Bracket

Round 7 (FINAL)

[dominoeffectt]

ditto 🕺🕺

[canirove]

[gus-dix]

redesigned this random alien in ben 10 cause we see her then we see the rest of her species and it's like uh? also her outfit is hard to look at

do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)

[aelsie]

Jessie, Ben, Daisy: The Darkling and Alina are like a bickering old married couple.

Me: that means….

Ravka = the child suffering from their bickering and impending divorce, needs major therapy

Genya = the mutual friend who set them up, having a hard time deciding who to side with (at first)

David = their overworked accountant…he can only make so much magic happen

Nikolai = the dashing, shiny young new boyfriend, soon to be stepdad, who Alina, smirking, pulled up with at one of their proceedings

The rest of the Grisha = the assets and estates they’re fighting over

The Crows = Alina’s legal team, ready to win (Kaz = no time for your shit lawyer)

Mal = their pet do—….wait who?

Baghra = Baghra (yelling at them both)

They’re like one of those over the top rich married couples with their dramatic melancholias and flourish-y outfits and when they fight, they definitely overshare and make public spectacles and people look at each other like oh god, this again.

It’s a family drama, and mom and dad are taking some time off and just need couples therapy, that’s all. For now, daddy is sleeping in a hotel.

[waydownatthebottomofnovember]

Ben Willbond in Imagine Me & You (2005)

[moonahsrobin]

Cutie

[oldguardleatherdog]

We Don't Have Nixon To Kick Around Anymore

50 years on from The Resignation, a glancing elegy

On the night of August 8, 1974, as I sat on the big couch in our livingroom with one eye on the TV and the other on the cast on my left arm (another fractured wrist, this time from being last kid standing in a game of Bombardment at 6th grade recess - dodgeball with three balls - I made a heroic dive, felt the sproinggg! as I landed hard, and I knew another trip to Dr. MacFarland was in my near future), I saw the familiar jowls of President Nixon fill the screen on the Zenith, knowing that what Gerald Ford would soon call "our long national nightmare" was about to come to its once unlikely, suddenly imminent end.

For most of 1973 and all of 1974, the Watergate scandal had consumed the nation, crowding out the summer daytime programming (what? no Jeopardy or Concentration or that wild guy from Canada with the 'fro and the stache on a lame game called The Wizard of Odds named Alex Trebek? We had to go outside and play?), making unlikely household names of obscurocrats like John Dean and G. Gordon Liddy and Jeb Stuart Magruder, spawning what we would call memes today featuring Tricky Dick caricatures with endless snorts on Hollywood Squares and Laugh-In, and getting 12-year-old factory town kids engaged with politics in surprising ways (for two years, our Social Studies classes were a hotbed of partisan debate, and I lost ten cents betting on McGovern over Nixon in '72).

We all knew the end was close - the local headlines in giant type screaming "Nixon Resignation is Near" were belaboring the obvious by then - and as the President droned on, I listened for the cue to look at the screen...

"Therefore," - my family and I swiveled our heads in unison - "I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office."

And just like that, it was over.

The next day, I watched as the Nixons took their final walk across the White House lawn towards the helicopter that would carry them away from Washington and into history, Julie and Tricia and their husbands bearing them up, then the long-suffering Pat who God only knows how she held it together at that scorching, searing moment -

and last, the old crook himself, turning to face the Fords and the gathered staff and America and the world one last time, extending both arms out and up "stiff as a board" as the NBC News anchor remarked, his hands making the peace sign (peace! Jesus Christ, I learned in that instant where irony ended and satire began) in the posture we knew so well, and then just like that, they were gone.

And here we are, half a century hence, my wrist long since healed, wondering how the hell I got old, casting my baleful eye across our miserable mise-en-scène, trying to figure out just where we lost the thread and took the turn that got us back into the same damn jam squared - hell, cubed - and yearning for such a clear-cut, uncomplicated, and decisive ending to our long national nightmare once again.

[Excerpt from the "Checkers Speech", UVA's Miller Center via Vimeo]

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 1, 1953

Barbara Mullen wears an opaline pink Ducharne wool coat by Ben Zuckerman. Hats off, John Frederics. Creme Puff by Max Factor Hollywood. Verdura Jewelry.

Barbara Mullen porte un manteau en laine Ducharne rose opaline de Ben Zuckerman. Chapeau, John Frederics. Creme Puff de Max Factor Hollywood. Bijoux Verdura.

Photo John Rawlings vogue archive