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evil-ice-princess · 5 years ago

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Breathe Me In

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Main Character (unnamed)

♡ Description: You attend a party in Beverly Hills where you reunite with your enemy, Jungkook.

♡ Genre: Romance

♡ Warning: Descriptions of hella making out (lol), implied sex, underage drinking, cursing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

♡ Word count: 5419

You were the good girl. Friday nights consisted of doing AP homework instead of getting drunk with your friends. Your grades were stellar. You held numerous leadership positions, and you were on the varsity tennis team. Any of the Ivies would drop on their knees to accept you. Of course, you weren’t thinking about school all the time. God, it would be social suicide to be a nerd. Those kids…were weird. You lived in Beverly Hills after all. Shopping at Louis Vuitton with your girlfriends. Eating at Nobu and Katsuya every other week. It was the norm. You had even had your fair share of hooking up with a few boys, but most of them sucked. You would think the boys at Harvard Westlake would be pretty decent, but your experiences proved otherwise. They would kiss you, and the next second wanted you to be their girlfriend. You just wanted the pleasure, you didn’t need all the boyfriend shit. And honestly their kissing wasn’t stellar either. But, all that changed on the first night of summer.

♡~♡~♡

“You coming to Jungkook’s party tonight?” Adrianna asks me as she begins to reapply her vibrant red lipstick. I look up from my AP U.S. History textbook, bewildered.

“You know my parents would kill me,” I reply. “And Jungkook Jeon? What an ass.”

“It’s the first day of summer! What the hell do you even have to study tonight?!” Naomi exclaims, continuing to text her boyfriend, Ethan, on her phone. “And Jungkook? Damn, if I didn’t have Ethan, I would sooo hook up with him.” She looks up from her phone glancing at her girl friends. “You so did not hear me say that,” she quickly says and then looks back down at her phone. Everyone laughs, including me.

“I don’t know…I mean I would go, but my parents…” I trail off. “I’ll ask I guess,” I mumble. The girls cheer, and I smile. I mean…it’s the first day of summer. Would my parents really make me stay in?

♡~♡~♡

“Absolutely not!” my father exclaims, incredulously.

“Why not?” I ask. “It’s Jungkook’s party. You like him, don’t you?” I reply. His parents are super close friends with my parents, but whenever Jungkook would come over I would just lock myself in my room saying I had way too much homework to do.

“Yes, but --”

“Soooo, you can trust me not to do anything bad. Jungkook’s sooo nice, too. Please, it’s the first day of summer,” I beg.

“No. You have to start writing college admissions essays, don’t you?” “I have five months, Dad! Please!”

“If your father says no, then the answer is no,” my mother replies. I bite my lip from uttering something that I would regret. God, they sicken me. I do every damn thing they want, yet they won’t let me do one little thing. “Fine. Can I at least go to the library to write the essays? Mom, you can even drop me off,” I ask, a plan forming in my head.

She looks at my dad, but he just scowls and walks away. Typical. “Fine, but I’ll pick you up at 11:30 PM.”

“Thank you,” I reply. I walk to my room and immediately enter my walk-in closet. What to wear, what to wear? I pull open a drawer and look through the vast collection of lingerie I had secretly bought with my friends. I decide to wear a beautiful strapless black lace bra with matching underwear. Why not? I think. It’s not every damn day I dress up. I throw on a navy blue crewneck I had bought during a college campus visit at Columbia and put some leggings on. I then go through all my dresses and pick a strappy lace-y black romper. Searching through my shoes I finally find my dazzling black Gucci heels adorned with diamonds and grab a silver necklace with a single pearl. It was a gift Jungkook’s parents had actually given me for my sixteenth birthday, and it happened to be my favorite necklace. I hook the necklace around my neck and hide it beneath my sweater. I put the romper and heels at the bottom of my backpack and fill a small makeup bag with the essentials I need. I am going to that damn party.

I text Adrianna quickly: Ade, pick me up from the library at 6 please?

Adrianna: sure whatever ly ❤

I smirk to myself as I walk out of my room. I look plain. No makeup on my face. Hair in a messy bun. Leggings and a crewneck sweatshirt. No one would suspect I was planning to go to the hottest party of the summer. It is 4:30. I had a lot of time to kill at the library. “Mother! I’m ready!” I call, annoyed.

Moments later, I am in my mother’s Porsche, and she silently drives me to the Beverly Hills Public Library. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I wave goodbye to her as soon as she pulls up in front of the library. At that moment, I feel the slightest bit of guilt. I tried to not break the rules too often, but this party…it was calling me. AP Exams were done. I know I got all 5s. All my SATs and Subject Tests were done. 1500+ of course. All my finals went well. I deserve this party. “Hey mom? I love you,” I say, and that makes me feel a little bit better for my lying. She gives a soft smile. I turn away walking towards the library before it becomes a sappy moment.

I open my laptop and go to Netflix to turn on my favorite TV show at the moment, Beverly Hills, 90210. I immerse myself within the characters’ drama, and as I watch Kelly kiss another boy, I somehow wish my life is as interesting as theirs. Naomi has her boyfriend, Ethan. Adrianna, a growing actress, gets to be practically anyone else she wanted with all the roles she is receiving. Silver is constantly making films and blogging. Even Annie’s, the principal’s daughter, life seems more interesting than mine. I sit there sulking at this fact while watching the show for a while when a text pops up.

Jimin: u comin to the party 2nite

I sit up suddenly interested. Jimin has no reason to text me…unless maybe he wanted to…do some things. I quickly type back a yes.

Jimin: cant wait ;)

I ponder over his texts. He is the typical fuckboy material. Hooking up with girls and leaving them when they least expect it. Do I want that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But I think back to the time we had made out at his beach house a few summers ago…he wasn’t as bad as the rest of the boys either when it came to all that. Maybe he could be the perfect summer fling, and when school started we could break it off. Being alone is good enough for me. Adrianna finally arrives at the library at 6:13 PM, and I jump into the passenger seat as she begins to drive home.

“Damn, that outfit is definitely going to impress the boys,” she says, looking at my lazy outfit.

“Yep, this bitch is definitely getting it tonight.” I point at myself making a weird face. We laugh, and it feels good. Good to be away from my parents. From school.

Soon we are in her house, and within fifteen minutes our friends are all here. Annie and Silver lie on Adrianna’s bed gossipping while Naomi applies makeup. Adrianna straightens her hair, and I strip myself of my boring clothes. She glances at me and a devilish smile appears on her face. “Now that’s going to impress some boys,” she says, admiring my lingerie set.

“Thanks,” I say while putting on the romper. It hugs me in all the right places. Just the right amount of cleavage and legs. I turn around in the mirror, realizing people would be able to see my bra. Dammit, I forgot this was a backless romper.

“Oh, honey, you should definitely take the bra off.” Naomi says. I expertly unclasp the bra and throw it at her. “Hey!” she squeals. What seems like just seconds is a couple of hours. By the time we are all done gossipping, giggling, and getting ready it is 10 PM. I walk out of the bathroom and twirl around for the girls.

“What do you think?” I ask, winking.

“Hot, hot, hot,” Silver exclaims. Along with the low-cut black romper I paired it with the sparkling Gucci heels and pearl necklace. I kept my makeup to a minimal. A bit of foundation. A little blush. Some mascara and eyeliner. My lips painted with a glittery gloss. My perfectly curled hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and overall, I portray the typical rich Beverly Hills girl.

Because Jungkook’s house is just a few houses down from Adrianna’s, we walk to the big mansion. My eyes widen as I absorb the beauty of his house. God, he really has it all. He has it all except for a nice personality.

We enter the home, and everyone separates to different aspects of the party. Naomi to Ethan. Silver and Annie towards the food. And Adrianna towards the party games. So that leaves me. Alone. At a party. A waiter passes by, holding a few different cocktails, and I take a pink-colored one. I want to explore every inch of this grand palace. Jungkook is lucky. He is lucky as hell. Something told me I would be coming back to his house, so I know I will have a lot of other opportunities to see his mansion. I decide to go out to the backyard. This was not a typical backyard though with some uneven grass and a little pool. This is Beverly Hills after all. An infinity pool is placed on the edge, looking out towards the sparkling lights of Los Angeles. Downtown is clearly in view. People are swimming in the pool and seem content. There are a few outdoor couches spread out, and a little mini bar station serving a plethora of alcoholic drinks and sophisticated appetizers.

I spot Jimin with Jungkook, who happen to be best friends, and his eye catches mine. His lips begin to smile, and I can see his eyes rake over my body. I remember how he did that last time; my cheeks grow warm, and I head back inside. Jungkook does not turn around to see what his friend is staring so intently at.

Practically every room is filled with people. In such a big home, I expected there would be an empty room, but no. After ten minutes of searching, I am finally able to find an isolated living room. A half empty bottle of champagne sits on the glass table, and I pour myself the remnants into my glass. Maybe I was bored, or maybe I unconsciously wanted to get drunk, either way, I just could not stop drinking. I fish my iPhone out of my pocket and see a few text messages from my parents asking how my essays are coming along. Fuck them. A bunch of snapchat notifications are on my phone, and I see Jimin had sent me one. Seven minutes ago. It is a blurry selfie of himself, and he had captioned it “where r u”. I don’t reply.

Suddenly, a voice says, “So, she finally decided to show up,” My head whips around, and I see Jungkook standing there looking down at me, an empty champagne glass in his right hand, and another bottle in the other. He sports a classic dark suit, and he has a single black stud in his ear. Typical bad boy look. “What are you doing all alone?” he teases, as he takes a seat right next to me on the plush couch. I don’t say anything. The side of his body presses against mine, and I tense up. “I was looking for you.” he says, and I look at him, a mixture of disgust and curiosity on my face.

“Go away, Jungkook,” I say, turning away from him. I did not want to see his face. I hate him.

“C’mon. You don’t talk to me anymore, and I don’t even know why.”

“You know exactly why,” I snap, and I turn to look at him. I am unable to read his expression.

“I don’t know,” he protests, and he pours a glass of champagne for himself. He tips the bottle towards me, and I hold out my glass to have him fill it up.

“Why does it matter anyway?” I ask.

“Because every time I go to your house you shut me out. I’m stuck sitting with your and my parents listening to them talk about whatever shit they always talk about. You just did it for no reason, and all I want to know is why.”

“Dammit, Jungkook. You slept with one of my best friends after telling me you loved me. Gee, I definitely don’t have ANY reason to be mad at you right?”

He looks hurt, but he knows it is true. “You didn’t say anything to me! You just looked at me and left! I…I didn’t know what to do. Did you think I would just wait for you forever?”

“I liked you, and you couldn’t even wait. I had to think things through!” My words are faltering. Why did I reject him? I was probably scared. Scared to get into a relationship. Scared of the emotional attachment that comes with dating. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Clearly, we have different people in our lives anyway.” I justify, thinking about how Jimin had smiled at me earlier. And I know Jungkook probably has someone else too. I shift my body towards him, and his gaze makes me want him. I want him even though I despise him. The tension between us heightens as we both look at each other. I avert my eyes away from him and quickly change the topic. “So. What’s the point of throwing these big parties anyway?” I ask, taking a sip of the champagne.

“To let go. To feel less alone,” he curtly replies, downing his glass of champagne and pouring another. How many glasses had he already drank? He pushes his hair back and exhales. “What about you?”

“Same reason, I guess.”

“How are your parents doing…?” he asks tentatively.

“They’re pretending as if nothing is wrong. He fucking cheated on her, and she doesn’t do anything.” I don’t know why I’m telling him about my personal problems, but it’s not like any of my friends would listen. We had to portray ourselves as perfect girls who did not have any worries. We were supposed to be who everyone looked up to. It feels invigorating telling him my problems.

He sighs. “I’m sorry,” I can tell he means it. Maybe he is different from every other rich Californian boy here. So maybe he screwed up once…but he still seemed like the sweet boy I knew. “Obviously, you can tell from all this that my parents still don’t give a shit about what the hell I do,” he mutters taking another swig of the champagne.

“Can’t be that bad to have parents who don’t care, can it?”

“Well, think about it this way. If my parents actually cared, do you think I would throw these parties? Would I be hooking up with girls in hopes to have them stop me? God, you would think me having done drugs a few times would have made them notice.”

I sit up, having never thought about it that way.

“Is it some sort of requirement for the rich kids to have shitty parents?”

He scoffs. “Guess so.”

We sit in silence for a heartbeat, leaning into each other both of us afraid to do or say anything.

“I miss you.” he says suddenly. I know he is thinking about the times we had laughed in the basement of his beach house while watching movies. The times he would help me with my math homework. They were good memories, but that didn’t change anything now. I shift away.

“Jungkook, just stop. Nothing changes between us just because we both have shitty parents. It can’t take away what you did to me.”

“What was I supposed to do? I waited for you, and you made it pretty clear you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You didn’t give me enough time -– you know what, we’re not talking about this again. I’m done.” I stand up to leave. “I thought you were different, but you’re just as bad as every other boy here.”

“I thought you were different too, but you’re here drinking champagne on my couch, so obviously you aren’t who I thought you were either.” He pauses, taking another sip of his champagne. He smirks up at me. “You’re exactly like me.”

My jaw drops. “Fuck you, Jungkook. I’m nothing like you.”

As I walk away, I hear him faintly say, “Wait…” I ignore him and storm away. Hoping to find my friends, I climb up the flight of stairs angrily, when I bump into none other than Jimin. The perfect distraction. “Hey,” I coolly initiate.

He smiles. “Hi.”

“Soo…where were you heading?” I ask. A couple scooches past us to go down the stairs.

“Oh, y’know. I was going to see where Jungkook was, but, I suppose that could wait.”

I smile feeling satisfaction. He is exactly what I need. A distraction.

We climb up the rest of the stairs together, and when we reach the main floor I spot a pool table. Adrianna and Carter, an attractive brown-haired boy, are playing, and I lead Jimin over. “Wanna play in teams?” I ask, and they agree. Adrianna eyes Jimin and mouths ‘nice.’ I mouth back ‘same to you.’ We all play for awhile, and I completely forget about the argument I had with Jungkook. Jimin’s hand is on my waist as he guides me on how to properly hit the ball.

Soon, more people arrive at the table, and Jimin whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.” I oblige, and he leads me to a gorgeous room. The walls are painted a beautiful black and the ceiling a light grey color. From the ceiling hangs a small black chandelier. A plush black carpet is placed on top of the dark wooden floor. The bed is pushed up against the wall, a white silk bedspread on top of it along with a few burgundy and black throw pillows. It is absolutely insane how beautiful the bedroom is. I take a guess that this must be Jungkook’s parents’ bedroom. And I do not give a shit that we were about to ruin it. Jimin pulls me onto the bed, and his lips brush against mine. We both sit there for a while, kissing slowly.

As his kissing gets more intense, Jimin slowly begins to push me into a lying position on the bed, when suddenly the door bursts open. Thinking it is one of my friends or some drunk guy, I continue to kiss Jimin hoping the person will realize the room is clearly occupied and will leave.

“What the actual fucking hell,” a voice hisses. Jimin pulls away, and we both sit up. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on me. Jimin looks like he couldn’t give less of a shit.

Jimin stands up, clearing his throat. “Sorry bro. I thought you wouldn’t mind me using your room. Clearly not,” he remarks. His voice indicates no empathy. No shame. I realize I should have known this was Jungkook’s room. Who else would want a completely black room? I bite my lip from laughing at Jimin’s comment. Jungkook deserves to be hurt. Without any more words being said, Jungkook forces a smile, indicating Jimin should leave. He figures and begins walking out the door when he questioningly looks back at me still sitting on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a few…” I say. He nods.

I wanted to oh-so-badly make a few witty remarks. Make him hurt more than he already is. The second Jimin leaves the room, Jungkook closes the door quietly and locks it.

“Are you fucking serious? Jimin Park?” Jungkook exclaims.

“Just call it getting even,” I retort. His eyes are set ablaze by anger. His hand clenching into a fist. Although I don’t want to admit it, it’s hot. Hot as hell to see him getting angry. Getting jealous.

“With Jimin? That’s some serious class you got there,” he replies. I stop smiling.

“Are you saying you have class? Because damn, that’s clearly shown when you fucked my best friend.” I stand up from his bed, and heels clicking on the wooden floor, I brush past him, but he grabs my wrist, holding it tightly.

He steps closer until his body is right behind mine. “I am not like every other boy here,” he breathes into my ear, and I close my eyes, my mind begging to taste his lips. Leave him. Go find Jimin. Now. Leave him, leave him, leave him. Why am I not leaving?

“Jungkook…you’re drunk,” I whisper. We’re both drunk. Drunk on the idea of a possible romance. A possible rekindling of the fire we had almost once had.

“Are you telling me you don’t like this?” His hand glazes up the side of my body. His finger playing with the black strap of my romper. He pulls away all contact, and I am left wanting more. I want to turn around and kiss him. But I am too prideful to give in.

I don’t answer him. I hate him. God, he is the epitome of high confidence. Goddamn, why did he have to be so fucking attractive? I hate him so so so much. He is just like every other rich Californian boy. Just wanting to hook up and nothing more. Right? Right? Right?! Maybe it was because I drank too much champagne or the fact I just wanted to let go, but I shake my head no. No, I don’t like this. I love this. He is ruining me, and he loves it. And I love it too. It is the first night of summer. I want to be someone else. Not the person who is expected to study all the time. God, I need him.

I turn to face him, and he has a smirk on his face. “You think you can break me, but you can’t.”

“Oh, yeah?” he whispers lowly, looking down at my lips. “Well, you can’t break me either.” Why do we both have to be so proud? Goddammit, I want him, but I won’t give in. I won’t give in. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself I wouldn’t give into his temptations. My heels click away from him, and I open the door.

“Bye, Jungkook,” I wink at him. He looks pissed. Pissed as fuck.

By this point I do not know where Jimin had gone off to. He probably had gone off with some other girl after witnessing the rising tension between Jungkook and I. It doesn’t matter though because Jungkook and I were the sealed fate for tonight. Whether he knew it or not, one of us would eventually give in. And that would be him. I check what time it is on my phone, and it is 12:17 AM. Some people are leaving, but c’mon, the party had only started 2 hours ago.

Adrianna, Annie, and Naomi are lying back on a couch outside, their long, slender legs placed on top of the glass table. They look like they are the queens of the party. Annie and Naomi shift over to give me room in the middle.

“Heard you hooked up with Jimin,” Naomi comments.

“We just made out. Jungkook kind of interrupted us before anything could really happen.” I reply. Should I tell them about what happened after Jimin left?

“And?” Naomi presses.

“I don’t know. Jimin left, so…yeah.” My mind wanders back to thinking about Jungkook’s touch. His cold fingers grazing up my arm. His breathing next to my ear driving me insane. Stop thinking about it. Annie studies me carefully. She understands me better than Naomi and Adrianna. She rarely spread rumors nor liked being in the center of attention.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” she finally says. “We’ll be back in a few,” she says to the girls. We stand up, heading inside. The air is cold inside making me shiver.

“Please spill.”

I give her the general details, nothing…too graphic.

“Ohmygod. Why are you not with him right now?!”

“Because…we’re in a competition,” I mumble sheepishly, realizing how stupid it is. We are seventeen year olds playing little kid games.

“What…?”

“We’retryingtoseehowlongwecanstayawayfromeachother,” I say really fast, embarrassed.

“I swear to God. You are this close to getting with the hottest guy in the grade, and you’re…avoiding him? For a little competition? You’re literally crazy!” she exclaims incredulously.

“Annnnnnnie, you don’t get it,” I insist.

“All I’m hearing is that both of you are too damn proud to be the first one to admit you like each other.”

“I don’t like him.” But I do.

“You keep telling yourself that, but c’moooon. It is so obvious. Seriously, I’m telling you. Just go to him now, tell him you love him, and there’s your happily ever after.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll text him.”

“You better tell me everything tomorrow!” she squeals, and she walks back to Naomi and Adrianna.

I shake my head, smiling. I know exactly how to do it. A waiter passes by, and I quickly grab a cocktail. I take it to Jungkook’s room, and I down the sweet alcoholic drink within mere seconds. I would need it. Unlocking my phone, I text Jungkook: your room. 15 minutes. My fingers shake as I type each letter out. My heartbeat quickening. What if you’re too late just like last time? What if he’s with another girl already? What if you’re not good enough for him? What if, what if, what if? These questions run through my mind, and I become a growing time bomb. I stand up to dim the lights in his room to a point where he would be able to see me, but not super clearly. You should just leave. He doesn’t love you, I lie down on the silky bedspread, the cool fabric touching my almost bare back. Every second feels like a minute. Every minute feels like an hour. Why did it even matter to me if he comes or not? I could have any boy I want, right? I unlock my phone again to find he had still not read the text. It had been thirteen minutes. Two minutes pass, and he’s still not here. It doesn’t matter. I stand up beginning to leave, completely done with him. I’m done with him. That is the moment he finally walks in, closing the door behind him. He glides toward me until my body is pressed against the black wall, having no place to go, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I mutter, tilting my head down. His fingers tips my chin up. He is looking me directly in the eyes.

“Clearly, you were wrong,”

My breath stops for just a second. His lips inch towards mine and connect. They taste of mint and move against mine slowly. He seems…unsure. His hands grip my waist gently, and my hand cups his cheek. I want more. I pull away, and he looks surprised. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it. God, I thought you were good at this. Hmm, maybe I should go back to Jimin.” I egg him on, knowing he will get pissed. And he does.

“Don’t say his name,” he mutters, and his lips reconnect with mine with more need. More hunger. This time I could feel the confidence. The cockiness. It is way different than Jimin’s kisses. Jimin was absolutely emotionless, but Jungkook…He has everything. Anger. Jealousy. Love. Lust. All of it is there. I am so lost in him. He slides his jacket off, and he roughly bites my lip, needing more. He does not care how rough he is. He needs me, and I need him. I notice the hints of alcohol as our tongues fight for dominance. Putting his hand on my ponytail, Jungkook takes the hairtie out. My hair cascades down, and he runs his fingers through my hair. I eventually win control. I push him away from the wall and lead our bodies towards the bed. Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away this time. He grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed so I fall into a lying position. I let out a small yell, and he smiles devilishly. All the control I thought I had is gone. He pushes up against me, his clothed hips rolling down on mine. His face buries into my neck, and I let out a small moan.

“I win,” he mumbles into my neck. I can feel him growing restless as he leaves soft kisses everywhere. His teeth work at gently tugging on the sensitive skin. I don’t care that I would go home with so many damn love bites on my neck. Jungkook is mine, and that is all that matters right now. He continues to leave bites everywhere, and no amount of makeup would be able to cover them. Moans continuously leave my lips, and God, I can feel him smiling.

“I fucking hate you, Jungkook,”

“I’m sure you do,” he breathes against my now sensitive skin. I let out a sigh of pleasure. He finally sits up to look down at me. He appears smug seeing all the bites he has left. Pure art.

I sit up and climb onto his lap, my arms hooking around his neck. “Time for payback,” I press my lips against his softly. As our lips move together, I work to throw his tie off and unbutton his shirt. My hands roam down his chest to his abs to his thigh. I grip his clothed thigh knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy. He groans lowly.

“Fuck,”

I scatter bites across his neck. The upper part of his chest. He is a mess. An absolute fucking mess. I can not believe I completely have him under my spell. He throws his head back moaning.

It is as if there is no party going on outside the almost dark bedroom. It is just me and Jungkook. In that moment, we do not give a shit about what problems we have in our lives. We just need each other.

♡~♡~♡

“I…I should go. My parents…” I groan against him. He plays with the strap of my romper.

“Just a little bit longer?” he asks. With all the will I have remaining, I remove myself from him. I shake my head no, and he looks disappointed. I glance at his clock. 1:57 AM. How had more than an hour passed of us just making out?

“So, when’s round two gonna be?” I whisper. I sit on the edge of his bed leaning over to put my heels back on. I would probably get someone who is still at the party to drive me home or something.

“How about now?” he asks, putting his chin on my shoulder. I glance at him. He looks like an innocent puppy. I do not understand how he could change his personality so fast.

“Jungkook…” I trail off.

He begins to kiss my neck again. Fuck.

“C’mon. You can deal with your parents later…” he whispers. I think about it as he continues to kiss over the hickies he had left earlier. Either way, leaving now or in the morning, my parents would kill me. I kick off my shoes as quickly as I had put them back on.

He pushes me back down, and he smirks. “And just so you know…I won. I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he remarks, his lips so close to mine.

He gives that irresistible smile and without me realizing it, he begins to slowly push the straps of my romper down. But I won’t say anything more. Because what happened in Beverly Hills stayed in Beverly Hills.

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Purpose Before Profit. Craig Shelly Luxury Watches - a Shared Commitment to Social Change.

https://authoritypresswire.com/?p=33245 The desire for luxury is still there, however, many are now carefully selecting items that also play a part in bringing about social change and provide a deeper meaning. A Craig Shelly Beverly Hills timepiece personifies extravagance, quality, uniqueness and a commitment to giving back allowing it to be a highly sought-after brand. When you invest in a Craig Shelly watch you are receiving a premium watch that is Swiss-crafted, assembled in the United States and created with compassion for helping others. Using exceptional materials, sapphire crystals, mother-of-pearl, top-grade stainless-steel, no detail is left undone showing the company’s continuous drive for impeccable artistry at its finest. The upscale brand, with pieces designed for men and women of all generations, delivers elegant, one-of-a-kind jewelry pieces including earrings, bracelets, cufflinks and pendants. All of which exude a classy, timeless appeal appreciated by jewelry and watch enthusiasts worldwide. Dedication to craftsmanship is not the only thing that Craig Shelly is committed to. The core beliefs of the husband and wife team, who form the brand Craig Shelly, are to assist people in need by contributing a percentage of every sale to philanthropic organizations worldwide. The Craig Shelly “Commitment to Social Change” is to support causes that impact our world. Organizations that have touched the hearts of Craig and Shelly most notably are Shriners Hospitals for Children, StormAid (for communities affected by natural disasters), Akshaya Patra (ending hunger and poverty through meal programs and educating children), A Soldier’s Journey Home (providing veterans a home) and Along Comes Hope (an organization benefiting children fighting cancer). With giving back at the forefront of their business model, “Purpose Before Profit” has become the Craig Shelly motto.In 2019, Craig Shelly released a limited-edition collection, called the Hope Collection, which included a custom piece, El Capitan Rose, worn by actor Colin Farrell, known for his role in HBO’s True Detective, at the 91st Academy Awards show. Individual Hope Collection pieces represent various powerful emotions for owners of these exquisite timepieces. Carefully chosen names such as Love, Believe, Cherish, Empower and Faith signify a mantra and allow the wearer to carry their mission with them as a reminder of what they stand for, or seek in their lives. When asked what the collection meant to him, Craig replied, “HOPE ... such a simple, pure, yet powerful word! It has the power to change anything and anyone. It can transform adversities into possibilities. Giving the gift of HOPE to someone is elevating their spirits and giving them a chance to make a difference in their lives and that of others around them."At Craig Shelly, their unique business model also provides an Ambassador Partner Program for entrepreneurs within the community. It is by invitation only and members are thoroughly vetted and referred through a current partner of the program. Individuals in the Ambassador Partner Program are advocates of the Craig Shelly brand and attend coaching and mastermind events, participate in mentorship programs and investment clubs and receive access, through these events, to some of the most incredibly successful business tycoons, professional trainers, influential athletes and self-made millionaires. The program is an investment in personal growth and will allow members to expand financial wellness exponentially.With the purchase of a Craig Shelly timepiece you are not only buying an exceptionally made watch you are allowing yourself to be the change that this world so desperately needs. You are making a difference to a child, a soldier, a person in need and you are truly a part of something so meaningful.

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BACK IN TIME: LADY GAGA ATTENDS THE GOLDEN GLOBES AFTER PARTY IN CUSTOM PERRY MEEK

Here’s the last 2014 look, after breaking down the fashion of the entire year for almost three months for you. Lady Gaga and Taylor Kinney attended NBC Universal Golden Globes After Party at the Beverly Hills Hotel in Bevery Hills on January 12, 2014.

Styling by Brandon Maxwell, hair and makeup by Frederic Aspiras (standing in for Tara), using Jouer Cosmetics.

Gaga looked radiant in a gold lamé one-sleeved wrap-effect risqué thigh-high slit dress, featuring Swarovski crystal embellished metallic gold leatherette bustier, a custom look created for her by designer and Haus tailor Perry Meek.

Her L’Dezen by Payal Shah for Plukka Bannerol earrings from the “Puri di Cuore” collection have an elongated, rounded diamond shape comprised of sliced diamonds set in rich 18k rose-gold and trimmed by traditional brilliant-cut diamonds set in 18k white-gold.

The trio of rings, she’s chosen for the occasion were Chara prong-set bubble ring in yellow moon quartz set with mother of pearl ($4,800), Zara cocktail ring, oval rose quartz cabochon surrounded by round brilliant sapphires and diamonds, set in a hand-made etched 18k gold shank ($9,500) and octagon rose quartz Koko — oversized emerald cut center stone set classically in a prong set mounting, encrusted with or without assorted color sapphires ($5,000), all by Misahara.

For footwear she chose a custom gold crystal-embellished version of the 8″ Pleaser Xtreme-801LN PVC platform sandals.

#January 2014 #dresses #Perry Meek #Swarovski #jewelry #L Dezen by Payal Shah #Misahara #Plukka #sandals #Pleaser #beauty #Jouer Cosmetics

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Hands-On: Breitling For Bentley Mulliner Tourbillon Chronograph Watch

Now, this is a Breitling watch that you don’t see every day. What we have here is a legit Breitling, but not one that you’ll actually find on the brand’s website (at least right now). Produced for a few years starting in 2005, and part of the long-time Breitling for Bentley timepiece collection (considered a rare “watch + car collaboration” success story), this is the Breitling for Bentley Mulliner Tourbillon Chronograph — and it has a retail price of over a quarter-million dollars. The watch is meant to go with Bentley’s most elite automobiles that fall under its Mulliner line, which is where a lot of the personalized work they do goes. If you are the type of person who gets a customized Bentley, perhaps this nearly 49mm-wide Swiss Made tourbillon lifestyle sports watch that matches your car will seem like a sensible accessory.

I don’t really know why Breitling is so hush-hush about timepieces such as this. Consider how hidden they are. As I mentioned above, you can’t actually find reference to this watch on the Breitling website. If there is one in a Breitling store, it is in the back in a safe and never on display. Imagine if you are an average consumer who doesn’t understand how sometimes watch brands make phantom watches that they don’t communicate about. Might you not assume this is not a real Breitling? Sure, the timepiece is very well made and the tourbillon movement is very attractive. Having said that, this particular watch design is a stone’s throw from fake Breitling watches that are out there. This means that someone would not be crazy to question whether or not Breitling actually made this watch. I’m not saying that Breitling needs to advertise the watch, but at least listing it on the website would prove that the company indeed made it. Just saying…

The Breitling for Bentley Mulliner Tourbillon Chronograph is the 18841 collection within Breitling, and the versions are further separated into subname such as the K18841 in 18k yellow gold, and the L18841 collection in 18k white gold (also the K18841, H18841, and J18841). Breitling can make the watches with all forms of gold cases as well as platinum. Both black and white dials are available, with a series of crocodile strap options. Some of the little details are incredible, such as the use of cut mother of pearl for the hour markers, and the ability to match the bezel texture on the tourbillon bridges. Additional decorative details include the ring of real wood (multiple veneers are available) around the periphery of the movement as seen through the back of the watch. I also like the uncommonly well-finished movement that is decorated to pretty high standards.

The movement is known as the Breilting caliber 18B. It is not produced by Breitling, but likely nearby to them in one of the traditional hearts of Swiss watchmaking. The movement is very classic in form and elegant in decoration and execution. While not technically innovative, the movement is about attractiveness in form and combining a tourbillon and a chronograph in a single manually wound movement. The movement also has a date dial. The chronograph also only goes for 15 minutes. This is a rather uncommon dial layout, which helps add rarity and quirkiness to this timepiece model. Perhaps the quirkiest part of the chronograph is that the second hand moves once around the dial each 30 seconds, as opposed to each 60 seconds. This gives the dial a unique set of markers around the periphery. The idea was to help read fractions of a second (1/6 of a second precision here) better in a 3Hz frequency movement. It is really hard not to love weird, complicated stuff like this. Also rare for a tourbillon movement, the caliber 18B is COSC chronometer-certified (like most other Breitling watches).

One of my favorite things to do with this particular Breitling for Bentley case design is rotate the bi-directional bezel. Unlike ratcheting bezels, this one is geared. People who operate geared things like certain tripod heads or particular camera equipment will understand the sensation. It offers a real level of resistance to make sure you can turn it precisely, as well as a smooth consistent motion as you turn it in either direction. Geared knobs and wheels such as this are for stable, precise movements. The watch wears large given its size, but it is actually a bit sporty with the case which has 100 meters of water resistance. You can see part of the gearing system of the bezel on the side of the case, which also has an inset corrector to adjust the date on the dial.

Breitling for Bentley Mulliner Tourbillon Chronograph watches are probably the rarest modern Breitling on the market. Very few like this one (available the Breitling Boutique in Beverly Hills) were sold via stores — with most being personalized directly for end-customers. It is also the most expensive Breitling wristwatch that I am aware of with a retail price of $262,000 USD. Visit the Breitling for Bentley website here.

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mountphoenixrp · 5 years ago

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Beverly Bang, who is known by no other name; a 23 year old daughter of Cao-Guojiu. She is an actress.

FC NAME/GROUP: park sooyoung / red velvet. CHARACTER NAME: beverly bang. AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 23 / september 3, 1996. PLACE OF BIRTH: manhattan, new york city, NY. OCCUPATION: actress. HEIGHT: 167cm / 5’6”. WEIGHT: 54 kg / 119 lbs. DEFINING FEATURES: doe eyes are often narrowed in a way that is greatly intimidating to many, showing that her guard is consistently up through her face. lips are soft and typically painted a coral pink with cheeks polished with a light rose color.

PERSONALITY: sugar, spice, and everything nice. that’s what girls are made of.

or, at least-not girls like beverly bang. domineering, manipulative, and materialistic were far better words used to describe the socialite. being an obsessive overachiever with a shaky moral fiber, she’ll go to great lengths to get what she wants. and to put it simply, beverly is the classic ‘it-girl’ who disregards other’s feelings in the protection of her own. not interested in anything unless it revolves around herself.

she is the cliche rich bitch who basks in the spotlight because she can’t get the same attention at home. beneath it all, it isn’t hard to see that the actress is not as put together as she would like to believe. despite being manipulative, scheming, bossy and controlling there’s an insecure side to beverly she tries hard not to let slip to the surface. a type of self-loathing that sits underneath a façade of confidence and luxury items. when she is in the mid of one of her schemes or tantrums, it is quite obvious she is feeling second best. the fallen princess ruled by her insecurities, despite a confident exterior, her worst is usually at the cause of her feeling inferior.

HISTORY: ACT ONE .

she wants the world on a silver platter, wants it wrapped around her finger like the prettiest of diamond rings–and, growing up amongst the elites of manhattan, beverly was raised to believe she’ll have it too. she was a little pearl of a girl, born with a silver tongue and a magnetism that had her playing the heartstrings of every soul she crossed. every soul but her parents’, that is.

born to a renowned hollywood director and his beautiful wife, (an heiress who wasn’t known for much, except being part of a real estate empire), the girl appeared to have it all. a picture-perfect family if you will. though behind a pristine image, secrets, and lies were hidden. not everything that shines is golden and beverly knows first hand as she grows up in a less than loving household. parent’s neglectful, she excuses their ways with the conclusion that they simply don’t have the time for her. instead, it is a rotation of nannies, assistants, and chauffeurs who are there to fill the place where her parents should have been. yet, it’s not like her parent’s absence stops them from influencing their child. though, mr. and mrs. bang were not always there, it was clear they had cultivated in their daughter a taste for the finer things in life. buying their child’s love through lavish gifts, she grows a hunger for delectable desserts and dreamy dresses that would one day prove ravenous. they plant within her the seeds of luxurious ambition. by the time beverly is seven, that ambition has landed her, her first role in a huge motion picture.

beverly’s world is turned upside down once she has conquered the big screen. suddenly, people sing the child star praise as if they were singing to the heavens of the church choir while other’s doubt the child’s abilities. claiming it was her father who had snatched her the part. but regardless, it is love and attention which swarms her. even her mother had succumbed to her charms, making time for her daughter and doing things she hadn’t done before. everything is great but, it still isn’t enough for the up-and-coming actress. no matter how many people flocked the girl’s way with admiration, it meant nothing when the only person that she wanted to look her way had suddenly seemed farther than ever.

truth be told, for a young beverly, her love for movies and acting all rooted from her parents. her interest for the art, first beginning with the reenacting of the classics which littered the shelves of her dad’s study. the queen b always, desperately, saught the love and affection of the man she knew to be her father. full days of casting calls and auditions, all just a ploy to get closer to the man that often treated her coldly. but, all was for nothing, as beverly hopelessly pursued a career in the same field as him; hoping to unite the two yet sadly he only grew more and more distant.

ACT TWO .

by the time beverly has reached her teenage years, she has put her daddy issues to bed. or, at least she claims she has. and her time is spent juggling between the hollywood hills, and the streets of manhattan. during this era of her life, she is surrounded by actors her age who do as they please because hollywood gives them the privilege of being wild and careless. and, when she isn’t among her fellow thespians she is immersed in a world where teenagers run around with black cards, a status symbol which gives them the right to feel like they own the city of new york. indulging in the luxuries only adults should.

as the girl grows older, the cracks in her families’ relationship become more and more apparent. the reality is, her father is never home, and her mother is no longer discrete about the string of men she invites into her bed. she begins to question if her mother had ever kept her affairs a secret, or if bev had just been too young to realize what had been happening all along. she slowly finds herself despising her mother. a bitterness which plagues her heart has her blaming her mom for the absence of her father. fuel to a fire its the start of the self-loathing that begins to fester within her soul as she starts to chew over the hidden meaning behind the coldness of her family.

despite her home life, on the surface, all anyone can see is that beverly is manhattan’s it-girl, a star among hollywood royalty. to the world she is an american sweetheart. when high school rolls around the corner, the actress naturally falls into her rightful place among the social ladder. queen b of her catholic private school, it’s a place only the richest children in new york can attend and it is her, who takes the crown as the school’s resident mean girl.

she collects hearts like trinkets, puts them on a shelf for all the world to see–look but don’t touch, for all the skills she’d been instructed in, she never was taught how to share, and like most children given the choice, she didn’t care to learn. it’s often said that men cower before that which they call beautiful, and the same could be said for her. so afraid were they to let such a pretty thing go without. she perfected the art of getting what she wanted. honeyed persuasion and batted lashes, she had a talent that served her well in nearly all of her endeavors–both work and play.

despite her hatred toward her mother, it was hard to deny that she had become more and more like her. beverly always sought the comfort of men looking for something she had been lacking all her life. yet, nothing was every satisfactory. no one was ever good enough to fill the void that had made itself permanent in her heart. so she schemes and makes a game of her high school life. a distraction from everything she was trying to run away from, she takes it upon herself to live life to the fullest.

but her life comes crumbling down when she is met with the truth regarding how she came into this world. it’s about the time she turns eighteen that her mother sits her down for a serious talk and reveals the paperwork her father had sent over to legally disown her. the divorce is soon to be final. she wonders why they waited until now to dump all this on her.

ACT THREE .

though beverly had always had her speculations, it’s a hard truth to swallow that the man she had always known to be her father was now nothing more than a stranger. and an eighteen-year-old girl has trouble coming to terms with the idea that part of her creation is thanks to a god she has never heard about. it’s that day which marks the catalyst of her downfall.

she sinks into a downward spiral. with rage boiling in her blood, the girl grows a hatred for the world as she knows it. lacking the emotional maturity, beverly deals with her emotions in the best way she knows possible–throwing herself into her work. yet, once that no longer works as an escape mechanism she turns to the next best thing. partying.

by the time beverly is twenty, the star throws her cares out the window and goes on the quest of ruining her families image. her dad is about to remarry a girl who is practically her own age.

she can’t stand the idea of everyone moving on, being happy, except for her who is left with the emotional wounds of her parent’s infidelity and neglect. for the use of better words, she throws a tantrum. her vindictive streak soon to be the reason for her own demise and things the girl once would have done in private, she now does for the world to see. acts out intentionally in front of the camera with the hopes her picture will end up on the cover of next weeks tabloid. hoping that everyone on the planet will see the mess that she has become, or perhaps has always been. hoping to shame her parents, embarrass them, maybe they will be so angry they will give her a call. pay her a visit? but, that is all wishful thinking.

a pretty young thing was ready to act out in a cry for attention. though, it’s too late when she has given up her act. she may have tainted her families name, but it was at the expense of ruining her whole career. when the girl is ready to take her work seriously once more, it’s her pr team that has to break it to her, that her image is completely destroyed. no one wants to work with her. when they advise her to lay low, to avoid the spotlight, her mother is the one who informs her of a place known as mount phoenix.

it’s there beverly sets off to start a new.

PANTHEON: chinese CHILD OF: cao-guojiu

POWERS:

master liar and manipulator—beverly has always had a way with words, seeming to know what to say in order to get what she wants. but with the combination of beauty and charisma, she never thought twice about how easily people took her word for truth. lying and manipulating had never been a problem for the girl, spewing fabrications as if it were fact since before she can even remember. perhaps, that was the thing that made the child star such a great actress at a young age. how easily she was able to absorb a character and read lines off a page as if it were her own story. who would have known there was something more behind what critics called raw talent?

natural born performer—theater, acting, being the center of attention, these all were natural gifts the upper east sidder was born with. anything that dealt with performing it seemed as if beverly had an unnatural aptitude for.

STRENGTHS: ambitious, charming, hardworking, intelligent, cultured, loyal, romantic. WEAKNESSES: selfish, manipulative, materialistic, vain, elitist, insecure, vindictive.

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Movie castings that ruined relationships

One's work can truly confound a relationship, particularly on the off chance that they have a vocation with extended periods that requires a great deal of movement. For most superstars, that is guaranteed, and it's significantly additionally entangled in light of the fact that their activity frequently requires making out with incredibly appealing individuals. That or bossing incredibly alluring individuals around for extensive stretches of time, making an obscure power dynamic that can prompt inconvenience on the off chance that at least one gatherings are seeing someone.

While there are a huge amount of cases of celebs undermining their companions or critical others with their co-stars, there are likewise a significant number instances of executives getting too involved with the talent. From broke hearts to broken relational unions, getting the gig can come at a lofty expense. For these stars, being cast in blockbusters or film industry duds completed a great deal of harm to their private lives — and to their open pictures, as well.

Did Daredevil murder Bennifer?

Ben Affleck was locked in to vocalist Jennifer Lopez when he shot 2003's Daredevil the prior year with performing artist Jennifer Garner, whom he'd later wed (and separation) — and he conceded that he and Garner may have been included amid taping, regardless of giving a stone to "Jenny from the Block."

Affleck told Playboy in 2014 (by means of International Business Times), "That is the place I discovered my significant other. We met on Pearl Harbor, which individuals detest, yet we began to look all starry eyed at on Daredevil."

Accumulate, in the interim, was hitched to Felicity on-screen character Scott Foley at the time. They isolated in March 2003 and sought legal separation that May (by means of Us Weekly). Foley faulted the split for Garner's sudden achievement, disclosing to TV Guide (through Entertainment Weekly), "Jennifer turned into an immense VIP. She turned into a gigantic star, and she merited all that she got. There was no other relationship, there was no treachery, nothing. Individuals get separated, you know?"

Try not to feel too terrible for J.Lo, however: Her ex Cris Judd's father really guaranteed to the New York Daily News that Lopez went behind judd's back with Affleck while they shot the 2003 basic and business tumble known as Gigli.

Sienna Miller purportedly undermined Jude Law with her Layer Cake co-star

To be reasonable for Sienna Miller, it wasn't her throwing in the 2004 film Layer Cake that put the nail in the box of her association with Jude Law — it was very Law going behind her back with his youngsters' caretaker. In any case, the relationship had just been rough enough for her to go behind law's back with her co-star Daniel Craig in the British wrongdoing spine chiller. The undertaking was uncovered amid the hacking preliminary including the now-covered newspaper News of the World. A correspondent from the cloth purportedly hacked into Craig's voice messages in 2005, uncovering a message from Miller telling the Casino Royale star that she was out with Law and couldn't talk right at that point yet that she cherished him, as revealed by The Telegraph. Mill operator later needed to affirm about the phone message. The Telegraph revealed in January 2014 that Miller said her toss with Craig "was not a relationship." Rather, she stated, "It was an exceptionally short experience." Planet Terror may have killed Robert Rodriguez's marriage Robert Rodriguez cast Rose McGowan in Planet Terror in 2006, and they rapidly turned into a thing … despite the fact that he was hitched with children to Elizabeth Avellán at the time. Rodriguez separated from his better half and got drew in to McGowan, yet they split before consistently strolling down the walkway. The relationship sounded a long way from solid: McGowan said in her book, Brave (by means of Vanity Fair), that she'd trusted in Rodriguez about motion picture maker Harvey Weinstein allegedly sexually striking her in 1997 (a case Weinstein has denied). McGowan affirmed that Rodriguez played "personality amusements" with her after the disclosure, which the executive denied. Rodriguez disclosed to Variety that he cast her in Planet Terror to show disdain toward Weinstein, whose organization was circulating the film. Rodriguez even implied that he lamented making the motion picture at all. "For me actually, it cost me my marriage of 16 years, my family, a vast portion of mental soundness, and for quite a long time I have thought about the calming thought that perhaps I made a grave mistake in standing up by any means, when nobody was notwithstanding asking me to," he shared. "The reason I'm stating this is on the grounds that it's obvious to me now that when somebody does what Harvey Weinstein did, the demolition goes a long ways past predator and injured individual." Chad Michael Murray and Paris Hilton supposedly duped while shooting House of Wax Two connections were destroyed to make sure we could all watch Paris Hilton kick the bucket in 2005's House Of Wax. Scratch Carter disclosed to Page Six (by means of MTV News) that he trusted the beneficiary supposedly undermined him, and bits of gossip twirled that she'd had an unsanctioned romance with on-screen character Chad Michael Murray while recording the blood and gore movie together, as revealed by Us Weekly. Murray was recently hitched to his One Tree Hill co-star Sophia Bush at the time. Not long after those bits of gossip picked up footing, Bush petitioned for a revocation from Murray, purportedly refering to the ever-unfavorable yet obscure "extortion" as the purpose behind the split (through TMZ). Shrubbery's ask for a revocation was denied, be that as it may, so the combine formally separated in 2006, as the Daily Mail detailed. Neither Bush nor Murray has remarked on the illicit relationship charges, yet Bush has said their marriage had an "unsavory" finishing. Murray told E! News in 2011 that his "troublesome past" was behind him (yet didn't make reference to his affirmed Hilton hookup), clarifying, "I was a child, and I surmise I just I didn't consider things to be clear as I wish I did. … When you're youthful and you're tossed into something that I was certainly not prepared for — I'm human and mess up. I'm happy I experienced it, I truly am, on the grounds that I wouldn't have turned out the opposite side." Billy Crudup jettisoned pregnant Mary-Louise Parker while taping Stage Beauty At the point when Billy Crudup worked with Claire Danes on the 2004 movie Stage Beauty, he had been involved with Mary-Louise Parker for a long time and she was seven months pregnant with his child. But he still purportedly snared with Danes and dumped his long haul accomplice and prospective infant mother for the a lot more youthful ingénue. Crudup and Danes split four years after the fact, Danes still doesn't appear to have regret for adding as far as possible of Crudup and Parker's sentiment. "I was simply enamored with him. Furthermore, expected to investigate that and I was 24," Danes later disclosed to Howard Stern (by means of Us Weekly). "I didn't exactly comprehend what those outcomes would be. … But it's alright. I got past it." Parker still hasn't tended to the issue unequivocally, however she alluded to it in her 2015 diary Dear Mr. You — and it sounds as was she, naturally, inconceivably hurt, stating, "I am pregnant and alone. It damages to try and relax. … I'm endeavoring to overcome it however I'm independent from anyone else consistently and each morning and nobody, nothing makes a difference." LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian left their life partners in obscurity while shooting Northern Lights Lifetime films truly do bring the show. LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian each undermined their mates when they co-featured in 2009's Northern Lights. Rimes was hitched to Dean Sheremet, while Cibrian was hitched to The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Brandi Glanville, with whom he shares two children. They attempted to conceal their undertaking and each in the long run separated from their individual companions and wedded one another — yet not without long stretches of show between Rimes, Cibrian, and Glanville a short time later. "It happens each day to such huge numbers of individuals. Also, I on the off chance that I remove my collection deals, my words, and you have simply one more couple. You had two couples whose relational unions didn't work who truly discovered one another and began to look all starry eyed at," Rimes revealed to ABC News in 2010. "I can't change [critics'] minds. Nothing I will state will transform it. I do realize that and I have acknowledged that." Cibrian included, "in all actuality we're people. … We commit errors and we gain from them, however we're human. We became hopelessly enamored. We're looking at something that is over a year, eighteen months old, truly we're still attached and we're frantically infatuated. Also, I think individuals are at long last observing that." Angelina Jolie supplanted Nicole Kidman in Mr. what's more, Mrs. Smith, and the rest is history Would you be able to envision Mr. What's more, Mrs. Smith starring anybody yet Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt? It nearly occurred: Nicole Kidman was initially slated for the job of Mrs. Smith. In the book Confidential: The Life of Secret Agent Turned Hollywood Tycoon – Arnon Milchan about one of Mr. Furthermore, Mrs. Smith's producers, it's uncovered (by means of The Daily Telegraph) that Kidman was initially given a role as Pitt's mystery operator spouse in the 2005 activity satire, yet that Pitt really dropped out of the job since he didn't feel any science with the Australian Oscar victor. In the long run, Kidman's job was recast with Jolie, so, all in all Pitt — who was hitched to Jennifer Aniston at the time — said he'd readily sign back on to star. "At first, Jen didn't trust he was included with Angelina. She began making an inquiry or two however nobody would reveal to her anything since they were faithful to Brad, so she asked him point clear. He denied it," an extract of the book read. It wasn't until Aniston and Pitt went on a pre-arranged New Year's excursion with Courteney Cox and after that spouse David Arquette that Pitt supposedly confessed all. "He in the long run conceded he was enamored with Angelina. Jen was irate and tossed him out," the book's writers composed. Aniston and Pitt declared their division in January 2005. What's more, well, we as a whole comprehend what occurred straightaway. Kristen Stewart's throwing in Snow White and the Huntsman supposedly destroyed two connections Kristen Stewart's giving a role as Snow White in 2012's Snow White and the Huntsman was likely a terrible thought for a couple of reasons, including the crowd being compelled to trust she was the most attractive of all when the motion picture likewise stars Charlize Theron. Nonetheless, it was her twilight work with the movie's chief, Rupert Sanders, that prompted the end of not one, but rather two connections. Stewart was dating her Twilight co-star Robert Pattinson while shooting the activity overwhelming fantasy flick. Sanders was hitched to show Liberty Ross, with whom he shares two youngsters. Yet, that didn't prevent Sanders and Stewart from getting close in July 2012 … and paparazzi busted them doing it. The presentation of the undertaking drove Stewart to freely recognize her sentiment with Pattinson, telling press (through E! News), "I'm profoundly sad for the harmed and humiliation I've caused to those near me and everybody this has influenced. This flashing tactlessness has imperiled the most critical thing in my life, the individual I adore and regard the most, Rob." She included, "I cherish him … I'm so sad." Regardless of whether it was extremely a "transient rashness" remains a riddle, however the harm was done: Stewart and Pattinson split (however they quickly reunited before later breaking up for good), and Ross sought legal separation from Sanders in 2013, catching heaps of cash in their repayment (by means of TMZ).

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secretlymysti · 6 years ago

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Marilyn Monroe Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Movies, Kids, Pop Art, Net worth, Scandal, Family

Here are the complete details of Marilyn Monroe Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Scandal, Net Worth, Kids, Husband, Father, Movies, Pop Art. Marilyn Monroe was an American actress, model, and singer. Famous for playing comic "blonde bombshell" characters, she became one of the most popular sex symbols of the 1950s and was emblematic of the era's attitudes towards sexuality. Although she was a top-billed actress for only a decade, her films grossed $200 million by the time of her unexpected death in 1962. More than half a century later, she continues to be a major popular culture icon.

Marilyn Monroe Biography, Age, Height, Weight, Movies, Kids, Pop Art, Net worth, Scandal, Family

Marilyn Monroe Personal Details:

Name Marilyn Monroe (born as Norma Jeane Mortenson) Birthday Date June 1, 1926 (92 years) Birth Place Los Angeles, California, United States Sun Sign Gemini Eye Color Blue Hair Color Natural Brown (dyed Blonde) Nationality American Religion Christian Education Schooling from Van Nuys High School, Los Angeles, California. MM did not attend college. Occupation American actress, singer, and model Marital Status: Married and divorced

Marilyn Monroe Family Details:

Father Identity not known Mother Gladys Pearl Baker (née Monroe) Siblings Berniece Baker Miracle (sister), Robert Kermit Baker (brother) Spouse Three of them – James Dougherty, Joe DiMaggio and Arthur Miller and divorced from all Children None

Marilyn Monroe Body Status:

Build Hourglass Height 5 ft 5 1/2 inches Weight 53.5 kg Waist Size 23 inches Hip Size 36 inches Shoe Size 7AA (US) 38-39 (European) Dress Size 12 Body Measurements 37-23-36 inches

Marilyn Monroe Favorite Things And Hobbies:

Color Black, White, Beige, Red Food Italian cuisine Place Bloomingdales in New York, Romanoff’s restaurant (in Beverly Hills). Sports Horse-back Riding Brand Chanel No. 5 perfume, Dom Perignon 1953 beverage Actor Charlie Chaplin, Marlon Brando, Clark Gable, Charles Laughton, Will Rogers, Cary Grant, John Barrymore, Tyrone Power and Richard Widmark Actress Jean Harlow, Greta Garbo, Ginger Rogers, Marie Dressler, Joan Crawford, Olivia de Havilland Film The Asphalt Jungle (1950), Don’t Bother to Knock (the breakdown scene)

Marilyn Monroe Net Worth:

$27 million

Marilyn Monroe Movies:

The Shape of Water Good Morning Britain Autopsy: The Last Hours Of My Granny the Escort Shooting the Hollywood Stars Burlesque Dancing with the Stars Mad Men Vita da Star: Cristiano Malgioglio Hoge women: Pioneers

Marilyn Monroe pictures:

At night I lay in bed wishing I could have lived in the Renaissance. #MarilynMonroe 📷: #MiltonHGreene A post shared by Marilyn Monroe (@marilynmonroe) on Jun 20, 2018 at 2:15pm PDT Be who you really are. #MarilynMonroe 📷: @samshawphoto A post shared by Marilyn Monroe (@marilynmonroe) on Jun 15, 2018 at 10:30am PDT Inspired by Marilyn's love of writing, the new @mmonroejewelry Text Me collection is a modern play on the hand-written letter. Available in rose gold or sterling silver, you can mix & match charms, stack rings, and layer necklaces to create pieces with as much personality as you. Styles start at $150. Click the link in bio to learn more. A post shared by Marilyn Monroe (@marilynmonroe) on May 30, 2018 at 1:00pm PDT Ready for summer like 👒#TBT A post shared by Marilyn Monroe (@marilynmonroe) on Apr 26, 2018 at 8:00am PDT

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Expert: Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me And I’m feeling good I’m feeling good — Nina Simone, Feeling Good, 1965 The idiocy of our times – those tick-tick-tock-tock empty cranial caverns of the American collective delusion – have us clear thinkers and revolutionaries at heart on the ropes. How do we even sleep walk through the carnival that is Facebook, Saturday Night Live, endless Black Fridays, malls and movies, the spectacle that is un-news and the infantile capacity of adults from Ellen to Trump, from Rachel to Tom Friedman, from MSM punks to you-name-it-still-employed economist to control vast hundreds of millions – check that, billions – of destinies. Looting the tax coffers, hollowing out the middle class, rampant perpetual poverty and indebtedness, chronic illness, crashing climate, and a shit-storm of a planet now that we all think Capitalism is the only solution to death. We fiddle with holiday deals while holocaust looms, and we sit, kneel, genuflect, roll over, lie down and plead in our hog-tied American way. Bombs from the suburbs lifted into space with the deadly drone god while Southern California burns, Phoenix evaporates, and both ends of the country flop around like lice-plagued GMO fish on the sinking deck. Prognostication, this is the daily bread, by the millions – blogs, WoP, WSJ, NYT, endless on-line mutterings of the controlled opposition. We have become Pokémon dealers, shuffling the next culling of the economy, or placing bets on the insanity plea of Trump and Company, hoping for black rain and Sunday bloody Sunday. This is the time of Botox broadcasters, the male and female versions of the same plastic people, there, in their million dollar flats at night, conjuring up more of the same silly and insane narratives about things they know nothing about. They ply their trade like traveling prostitutes, selling their bits of Cellophane wisdom and glowing manicured selves like jesters, clowns. The more they try and sound Ivy League and display Driveling Room Temperature IQ, the more difficult it is to understand them. The elite is not some gang of point-one One Percenters. They are in the several millions, count, sixty million of them in the USA, held together with the thieving accountants and hired hands of the legal-illegal class. They are wannabe’s and blue collar millionaires, two doctor heads of households, high end business owners, the traders of guns, pharmaceuticals, laws and other lies. We may have democracy, or we may have wealth concentrated in the hands of the few, but we cannot have both. — US Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis Yet, we have to listen endlessly to the We Are the Ninety-nine, which is the absurdity of double-think. One percent isn’t holding up the house of cards. The minions, and the mighty masses supporting these titans of industry and billionaires, they are the Twenty-Solid (& Hard) Percent, in their glory, libertarians and thieves and unwilling to be the blood coming from their proverbial onion hearts. In the United States, wealth is highly concentrated in relatively few hands. As of 2013, the top 1% of households (the upper class) owned 36.7% of all privately held wealth, and the next 19% (the managerial, professional, and small business stratum) had 52.2%, which means that just 20% of the people owned a remarkable 89%, leaving only 11% of the wealth for the bottom 80% (wage and salary workers). In terms of financial wealth (total net worth minus the value of one’s home), the top 1% of households had an even greater share: 42.8% I dance through this mumbo-jumbo Hollywood and Single-Screen-Scroll-after-Scroll mush we call culture, and I hurdle over the Eichmann’s, big and small, and I end up in the same place I started more than 45 years ago – all thieves and charlatans, but with that big all-you-can-eat American cafeteria grin, the lives set in drive through coffee, grease and drugs delivery. This country, ripe for the taking, after genocide after genocide, and then the War is a Racket turned into America is the King Pin, the Biggest Racket of them All. Blue blood in her circulatory system, ever the slave-trading mindset, dredged in Puritanical and Crypto-Zionism. Promised Land is the Disney Effect, and chosen people come and go, as the drive-in’s turn to weeds and the ever-present huckster and PT Barnum and Lying Lynching Legal class rule over the entire mess, over all of the stars and tycoons. Beady-eyed money changers, and those sniveling ones making markets out of nothing, the very steps we take, breaths we exhale, lives we shed. There will be blood is the banker’s credo now, backed by Smith and Wesson and plethora of rockets bursting in air from every corner of the White Man’s/Christian/Jewish world. Cops and coaches, captains and CEOs, we know their kind, and no matter which XX or XY you attempt to rationalize into the madness of Capitalism, no matter which Gender or Identity serves the point-one One Percent class, the project is all cornered and flayed because Capitalism is the breeder of the heathens, the reckless and ruthless, the smiling and sincerely elitist crew. Yet, we hear endless drivel now about Groping A and Groping B, the slithering tongues of these Capitalists on steroids and amyl nitrate and human growth hormones and T-cells, and lubricated eggs from virgin sturgeon. These people in the center of that millionaire goo, in that trade of body and soul for the spin around the rotunda or jaunt down Sunset Boulevard, no matter which Charlie Rose or Dustin Hoffman or Sean Penn you end up with in the same room or office or court of law, unfortunately, they are all the same, groping or masturbating or climaxing or exhibitionisming or peeping tomming or S & M-ing, no matter how you run with them, these elites will eventually get under your skin like pin worms and chiggers. We’ll be seeing the fallout now of the alleged perversions and sexual overtures and manipulations and cajoling and assaults and rapes, wherever they go with those gag rule clauses after the payoffs and silence money. Just out on this day of infamy, Pearl Harbor Day, December 7, stories on John Travolta, one of the richest guys in Hollywood with 5 planes and jets, and his own runway in Florida. This is the microcosm of what Americans are, what they watch, what they believe. Imagine he and his wife, Kelly Preston, living their multimillionaire tax-evading, money-sheltering, cash-gouging lives. So, old John (the Italian-American actor) is accused of attacking masseuses, and he is now in the pig wash slurry of more scandal, as his movie on John Gotti is being dropped (by Lionsgate) because of the allegations swirling around old John (Travolta) attacking guys coming to his hotel rooms for massages (professional): Mafia leader Gotti was brought to trial multiple times throughout the 1980s, only to be acquitted. Travolta, 63, plays Gotti in multiple stages of his life, including when he finally went to prison in 1992. Gotti died of throat cancer, while still incarcerated, in 2002. Last month Travolta was named in a criminal complaint by a 21-year-old masseur who accused the actor of sexual battery that reportedly took place in 2000. According to the bombshell police report, the masseur alleged that Travolta groped his bare buttocks and indecently exposed himself during a deep body massage at the LaQuinta Hotel in Palm Springs, California. During the alleged incident, Travolta, 63, also made lewd remarks about gay fantasies while at the hotel’s spa facility around 1:30 am on February 15, 2000. The masseur reported the incident to the Palm Springs Sheriff’s Department. Officer Mark Peters went to the hotel to speak with Travolta, who had already checked out by the time he arrived. This isn’t the first time Travolta has been accused of misconduct while getting a massage. In 2012, Travolta was sued over accusations that he tried to have sex with a male masseur during a therapy session at the luxury Beverly Hills Hotel. Okorie Okorcha, the lawyer representing the masseur said: ‘My client is afraid of John Travolta’. He added: ‘Mr. Travolta made very explicit threats against my client, which are contained in the lawsuit. ‘Specifically, John Travolta told my client that Hollywood is controlled by homosexual Jewish men who expect favors in return for sexual activity. ‘Let’s face it, John Travolta is an extremely powerful man, and my client absolutely felt threatened by Mr. Travolta. My client was sexually assaulted by Mr. Travolta and he needs to be held accountable for his actions.’ Read more: I bring this most recent case up to illustrate the insane and perverse and surreal aspect of American society, and the money made by talent-less actors who are in bizarre relationships with spouses (arranged marriage with Preston per Scientology), who have the lives of the rich and famous all bundled up in their wacko ways. Do we want to sit through two hours of Gotti, at $12 a pop per movie ticket? Do we have no common sense in this country? The poor and the rich are the mad crowd, the spectacle now conjoined as aberrations of humanity. Travolta, a deacon in the Scientology cult. Do Americans boycott these people, these companies, these ideas, these death by a thousand cuts philosophies and this repressive un-culture to our own humanity? Boys will be boys, and then some. How many men have made the news for their alleged crimes of groping, harassing, cajoling, blackmailing? How many rabbis are speaking out against the large amount of Jewish men caught up in the allegations? How many preachers and priests are speaking up? What about the school teachers, and those university faculty? Mothers? Daughters? Aunts? Any Trump family out there willing to go out on a limb? Where is that ethical code humanity universally has to live with to make sure we do no harm? Golden Rule, Seven Sins of Gandhi ? On October 22, 1925, Gandhi published a list he called the Seven Social Sins in his weekly newspaper Young India. Politics without principles Wealth without work Pleasure without conscience Knowledge without character Commerce without morality Science without humanity Worship without sacrifice The list sprung from a correspondence that Gandhi had with someone only identified as a “fair friend.” He published the list without commentary save for the following line: “Naturally, the friend does not want the readers to know these things merely through the intellect but to know them through the heart so as to avoid them.” Unlike the Catholic Church’s list, Gandhi’s list is expressly focused on the conduct of the individual in society. Gandhi preached non-violence and interdependence and every single one of these sins are examples of selfishness winning out over the common good. It’s also a list that, if fully absorbed, will make the folks over at the US Chamber of Commerce and Ayn Rand Institute itch. After all, “Wealth without work,” is a pretty accurate description of America’s 1%. (Investments ain’t work. Ask Thomas Piketty.) “Commerce without morality” sounds a lot like every single oil company out there and “knowledge without character” describes half the hacks on cable news. “Politics without principles” describes the other half. In 1947, Gandhi gave his fifth grandson, Arun Gandhi, a slip of paper with this same list on it, saying that it contained “the seven blunders that human society commits, and that cause all the violence.” The next day, Arun returned to his home in South Africa. Three months later, Gandhi was shot to death by a Hindu extremist. The law of reciprocity, and where does that fall on American culture, whether through the lens of millionaire men or millionaire women? One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself (positive or directive form). One should not treat others in ways that one would not like to be treated (negative or prohibitive form). What you wish upon others, you wish upon yourself (empathic or responsive form). The Golden Rule differs from the maxim of reciprocity captured in do ut des—”I give so that you will give in return”—and is rather a unilateral moral commitment to the well-being of the other without the expectation of anything in return. The fall-out in this dog-eat-dog, one man/woman for him or herself stolen land, which is the undertow of predatory capitalism, unfortunately, is all (unduly so) on the shoulders of all men – fathers and uncles, teachers and social workers, sons and uncles, all of us, righteous and far from any capitalist usury mindset, divorced from the take-take-take that is America, seemingly embraced by every boy or girl, man or woman, all intersexuals and transsexuals. The voyeurism, titillation, exhibitionism, proclivities toward gender and self debasement, and the ejaculatory and phallus aims of those tainted elites, and not so elite, are tied to the usury, exploitative and downright greed in every human or business transaction in Capitalism. Men, alas, the patriarchy, are all tied up with what we in America have become along all gender and sexual identities: paranoid, exceptionalist, supremacist, imperial and self-important, warring, and supercilious, superficial and shallow. It’s an epigenetic cause and effect relationship, inside the DNA code of most red-blooded Americans, gay, straight, lesbian, trans-sexual, and what have you! Scam, flimflam, extort, fine, levy, tax, fee-fee-fee, and then, we steal from our futures, bankrupt our own retirements, rip off generations yet born, dredge the lake for that last caviar-producing fish, and we put it all out there in Google-land, Selfie the Entire Disaster, go on Twitter Tizzies, and then ask for more, and order it all on Amazon, trucked to the door and drone-delivered to the balcony. Funny, how conservative guys like Paul Craig Roberts see this next spasm of looting with the Republicans throwing down their true colors and the Pelosi-Schumer schemers in the Big D club yawning about their protected investments/millionaire and yammering about Russia, here at Counterpunch: What we are witnessing is the complete looting of America and the entirety of the West. While the Western World collapses, the insouciant, submissive people sit there sucking their thumbs while they are being ruined. Nothing is left of the West except looters at work. This tax bill is an abomination, an act of brutal plunder. Its sponsors should be tarred and feathered and ridden out of town on a rail, if not hung from a lamp post. If we really break this down, really, what is that tar and feather routine? Imagine, a real world where we aren’t going to take it anymore, one where the tar is 200 degrees and the feathers are all knife sharp and hardened. Imagine the dunking of those thieves-murderers in vats of their fossil fuel gunk, near boiling temperature. I wonder if that’s what Craig Roberts is asking for? And, then, really, what does it mean to be hung on a lamp post? The old ways put the tarred and feathered tied to a lamp post, but hung evokes a lynching. Is that what this staid and conservative Paul Craig Roberts is asking for? Hmm, a call to action, violence? The reality is Americans love their thug royalty, all the Bushes and Clintons and Obamas and the endless Kennedys and now the Trumps. This country not only tars and feathers dissidents, but we’re strung up to dry on the vine. I have lost jobs for speaking out, for advocating as a teacher or journalist or social worker. I write about this all the time, and many places I’ve called my work place were havens for women, me being in the super minority. I have no bended knee and favoritism for the female side of capitalism, like many now are gaggling about. I have been face to face with ameliorating, middling, and in many cases malfeasance prone supervisors and HR directors with the XX gene, and I am not about to go on a tirade of reverse stupidity and count all men as Harvey Weinsteins or John Conyers. We are living up to our collective reputation as mushy thinkers, in this next Tweeting for the Highest Scream for grope x, y and z. Untethered bathrobes, full-on kisses, and all the other pathetic pranks and sexist fun (sic) these leaders of the free world engage in. But . . . . Bombing the world, gutting the world, and possibly stealing all the world’s things, and we talk about Al Franken the Bumbler. Imagine now, a few days ago, that parading multimillionaire, mutilating man, Obama, calling for more women to be elected to office. “. . . because men seem to be having some problems these days.” In all his neoliberal, girl child killing, female wedding party murdering, undocumented woman deporting glee, he sits on the pile of manure that is American retro-thinking and makes these declarations worthy of the nonsense that overrules everything in this country. This is Obama at a private event in Paris on Saturday, and he, of course, was referring to the sexual misconduct allegations made against many high-profile men he golfs with, rubs elbows with, hobnobs for. Here, this is a must read, his eleventh-grade wisdom and drearily daft psychology: “Not to generalize but women seem to have a better capacity than men do, partly because of their socialization.” Here he is, commenting on the plethora of misdeeds and worse of the great elite class, those champions of perversion like Weinstein or the Franken fellow or Alabama Crimson Tide Moore and Company. This is in Paris, speaking to his elites, arranged by a network of communications professionals known as the Les Napoleons. Millionaires, and many of them perverted on many levels. You think one of these boys and girls club acolytes have a bone of humanism left? Listening to wise scriptures, austerity, sacrifice, respectful faith, social welfare, forgiveness, purity of intent, compassion, truth and self-control—are the ten wealth of character (self). O king aim for these, may you be steadfast in these qualities. These are the basis of prosperity and rightful living. These are highest attainable things. All worlds are balanced on dharma, dharma encompasses ways to prosperity as well. O King, dharma is the best quality to have, wealth the medium and desire (kāma) the lowest. Hence, (keeping these in mind), by self-control and by making dharma (right conduct) your main focus, treat others as you treat yourself. — Mahābhārata Shānti-Parva 167:9 This is 21st Century Google Man, Obama, at his best and most hypocritical, somehow declaring that I as a man should not run for local office or be involved in social change at the political level because of a few perverts making the Twitter feeds? He declares men seemingly have a few problems, and so, this wise American Murder Incorporated CEO (ex) is asking me to stand down as a male and wait for the female leaders, because women have a better grasp on socialization? What the hell does that mean? Where do these Gollum characters come from, this Barak and his Michelle and the millions of shekels shoved into their pockets for their mere existences, for a few hiccuped words ghost-written into Number One Best Seller Hardbacks? The socialization of women like Madeline Albright, Chancellor Merkel, Margaret Thatcher, Susan Rice, Samantha Power, Janet Reno, and, well, the reader can generate his-her-their own list. Socialization of these fine ladies shine a light on their incredible lightness of goodness? This is side-mouth, PC, identity politics talk. These are loopy times, and we’ve been in them for decades, really, since Eisenhauer, as undertow after riptide produced the death of integrity, the death of common thinking, the inability of the American trite and superficial man and woman to advance to a level of sophistication or deep thinking or even wisdom or common sage sense. Look at these fellows and women running the world into the ground while they stash-stash-stash away retirement money enough to feed the world 50 billion times over. Look at how they are not us and they indeed want us prostrate and afraid and on the run and now in their goofy show of faux integrity. All for one, one for all women. Here’s a run down of some of those so-so better socialized women Obama is calling on. I need not go into their dirty deeds, their recklessness, their thieving and in many cases direct connection to murdering thousands and structurally and violently assaulting millions and millions more. That other gender Obama is asking for help from, the female persuasion, is now front and center the only gender to be socially and structurally ready for service to the country, as Obama blurts out during one of his Point One Percent Meetings in France . . . because men seem to be having some problems these days. Madeleine Albright Condoleezza Rice Hillary Clinton . Arizona governor Janet Napolitano as Secretary of Homeland Security Margaret Spellings Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos Secretary of Education Susan E. Rice, Loretta E. Lynch, Laura Bush, Karen Hughes (Bush Women) Samantha Power? (Wow, what a bastion of integrity . . . I had to throw that in). More rah-rah bullshit from mainstream propaganda: Forbes USA Most Powerful Women Fortune’s Most Powerful Women And, the following from other lists, imagine, the power they wield, and because they are women, according to Barak Obama’s calculus, are stalwarts of humanity! Merkel, May, Gates, Trump — bastions of integrity! Angela Merkel is still the most powerful woman in the world. The German Chancellor has held the top spot on the Forbes Most Powerful Women List for seven consecutive years, and 12 years in total. Another prominent political leader, U.K. Prime Minister Theresa May, ranked second. It is her first time appearing on Forbes‘s annual list. Melinda Gates, co-chair of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, is the highest-ranking American woman, taking the third spot. Seven of the world’s 10 most powerful women are American, according to the Forbes list. Forbes determines its ranking by evaluating four categories: money — which covers net worth, company revenues, assets under management or GDP — media presence, influence and impact. Of the 100 women on the list, nearly half are from the United States. Ivanka Trump, senior adviser to and daughter of President Donald Trump. Here’s the David Letterman Countdown, Top Ten. Gates Foundation, Facebook, GM, YouTube, Fidelity Investments, IMF, Bank, IBM. Just think of those companies, and how unjust, how predatory, and how destructive they are, but with women in higher up positions and even as CEOs, well, according to Obama, we all can sleep better tonight now that women are at the helm! * Angela Merkel: Chancellor, Germany * Theresa May: Prime Minister, U.K. * Melinda Gates: Co-Chair, Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, U.S. * Sheryl Sandberg: COO, Facebook, U.S. * Mary Barra: CEO, General Motors, U.S. * Susan Wojcicki: CEO, YouTube, U.S. * Abigail Johnson: CEO, Fidelity Investments, U.S. * Christine Lagarde: Managing Director, International Monetary Fund, U.S. * Ana Patricia Botín: Chair, Santander Group, Banco Santander, Spain * Ginni Rometty: CEO, IBM, U.S. Here, an interesting list, with, of course, a few amazing human beings lumped into the superficial and super-rich — Addams, Aquino, Carson, Curie, Mead, Parks, Wolff. But it’s Time Magazine, so we know what that means (run by a woman, or has she been replaced?) Jane Addams (1860-1935) Corazon Aquino (1933-2009) Rachel Carson (1907-1964) Coco Chanel (1883-1971) Julia Child (1912-2004) Hillary Clinton (1947-Present) Marie Curie (1867-1934) Aretha Franklin (1942-Present) Indira Gandhi (1917-1984) Estée Lauder (1908-2004) Madonna (1958-Present) Margaret Mead (1901-1978) Golda Meir (1898-1978) Angela Merkel (1954-Present) Sandra Day O’Connor (1930-Present) Rosa Parks (1913-2005) Jiang Qing (1914-1991) Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962) Gloria Steinem (1934-Present) Margaret Sanger (1879-1966) Martha Stewart (1941-Present) Mother Teresa (1910-1997) Margaret Thatcher (1925-Present) Oprah Winfrey (1954-Present) Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) Most Powerful Women According to Fortune Magazine, 2010! Highest paid, take a look at that loot, again, as Obama proclaims, why not have them all (women) run the senate, congress, Supreme Court and the Executive Branch? Carol Bartz Yahoo! $47.2 million Safra Catz Oracle $36.4 million Carrie Cox Schering-Plough $23 million Irene Rosenfeld Kraft Foods $22.1 million Wellington Denahan-Norris Annaly Capital Management $21.6 m Pamela Patsley Moneygram International $17.9 million Susan Ivey Reynolds American $16.2 million Martine Rothblatt United Therapeutics $15.8 million — Carol Meyrowitz TJX Companies $14.8 million Indra Nooyi PepsiCo $14.2 million Angela Braly WellPoint $13.1 million Brenda Barnes Sara Lee $11.5 million — Linda Chen Wynn Resorts $11.2 million — Patricia Woertz Archer Daniels Midland $11.0 million Kim Sinatra Wynn Resorts $10.5 million — Mary Callahan Erdoes JPMorgan Chase $10.4 million Nancy Wysenski Vertex Pharmaceuticals $10.2 million — Jackwyn Nemerov Polo Ralph Lauren $10.1 million Ursula Burns Xerox $9.9 million Martha Stewart Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia $9.7 m Ann Livermore Hewlett-Packard $9.7 million Doreen Toben Verizon Communications $9.2 million Katherine Krill AnnTaylor Stores $9.1 million — Kathryn Fagan Annaly Capital Management $8.6 million Ellen Kullman DuPont $8.3 million You can’t help it. An artist’s duty, as far as I’m concerned, is to reflect the times. — Nina Simone Note: Give it to the New York Daily News to call this “the Weinstein Effect as Sexual McCarthyism” http://clubof.info/

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