I find that, since reading McCarthy’s essay, I look at people a bit differently. Put simply: Everyone looks a good bit more piggy than they used to. It’s a disturbing, yet somehow oddly satisfying feeling . Looking at the world through the eyes of the primate-pig origin theory, I feel almost as if the piggish nature of human beings was really obvious to me all along, at the gut level, but just not something I explicitly acknowledged … due to the lack of scientific back-up, which Dr. McCarthy has now graciously provided.

Try it for yourself. Read McCarthy’s list of human-pig parallels — then do some people-watching, perhaps in a crowded buffet or bar, or the nosebleed seats in the stadium at a sporting event. Peruse various photos online, of your fellow homo sapiens, particularly when engaged in acts of consumption or states of strong emotion. Yes, there’s a lot of monkey there – no one rational could doubt that — but don’t you see a fair bit of pig as well?
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such contradiction, such poise

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uggly:

Regal Cats in Oil by Eldar Zakirov

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barbaromahony:

The Bus | Paul Kirchner | Via

flying-potato:

snarkydiscolizard:

"i’m sad and idk how to feel better"

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"i don’t know what to draw"

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"i always mess up"

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"BUT I SUCK"

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Whenever you feel sad about your art, listen to Bob Ross.

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likeafieldmouse:

Neil Raitt - Alpine 2 (2013) - Oil on canvas

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Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
— Sylvia Plath (via romantickissing)
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thesummerofmark:

humans: we may not know what we’re doing, but we sure as hell won’t let it slow us down

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Palettes from today’s painting session with Kody

Palettes from today’s painting session with Kody

literally me at a straight wedding

literally me at a straight wedding

he’s all flip but no word of a lie I have never seen SIM and the big G in the same room at the same time

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