It’s so idiotic when [women] risk their lives to have surgery. Every time you have anaesthesia you’re killing a lot of brain cells – why would you do that? You could get infections, you could die. Why make yourself look a grotesque caricature of yourself? They don’t fool anyone. They look like pathetic, insecure creatures. I loathe the whole thing. . . . If men want to leave their wife for a 19-year-old, they’re gonna do it anyway. All the facelifts and botex in the world isn’t going to change that guy, you know?
Tourists think that Thailand is beautiful, safe and that they can do anything they want here. That they can put on their bikinis and go anywhere they want. I ask, can you get away with wearing bikinis in Thailand? Unless you are not beautiful?
If I ever accidentally make something that seems to gain traction, I’ll probably abandon it immediately . . . [I] don’t make games with the intention of them becoming huge hits, and I don’t try to change the world. I’ve become a symbol. I don’t want to be a symbol . . . I’m not an entrepreneur. I’m not a CEO . . . I’m not [a symbol of some perceived struggle]. I’m a person, and I’m right there struggling with you . . . [B]ut there are too many of you . . . It’s not about the money. It’s about my sanity.
In music videos, in Instagram photos, and on today’s most popular celebrities, the measure of sex appeal is inextricably linked to the prominence of a woman’s behind. For years it was exactly the opposite; a large butt was not something one aspired to, rather something one tried to tame in countless exercise classes. Even in fashion, that daring creative space where nothing is ever off limits, the booty has traditionally been shunned.
Our Chávez who art in heaven, the earth, the sea and in us delegates. Lead us not into the temptation of capitalism, deliver us from the evil of the oligarchy, like the crime of contraband, because ours is the homeland, the peace and life – forever and ever. Amen. Viva Chávez!