Lorelili's definitions
From the novel and film of the same name, an impossibly difficult choice, especially when forced onto someone. The choice is between two unbearable options, and it's essentially a no-win situation.
"Sophie's Choice" is centered on a scene in Auschwitz where Sophie has just arrived with her ten-year old son and her seven-year old daughter and a sadistic doctor, presumably Doctor Mengele, tells her that she can only bring one of her children; one will be allowed to live while the other is to be killed.
As a mother, Sophie adores both of her children and can't make this agonizing choice... until several soldiers force her and she hastily gives her daughter to them, sobbing as they take her little girl away.
As a mother, Sophie adores both of her children and can't make this agonizing choice... until several soldiers force her and she hastily gives her daughter to them, sobbing as they take her little girl away.
by Lorelili March 9, 2010
Get the Sophie's choicemug. Foreign, unusual, unique (in a good way). Usually directed at something fresh, new, different, and cool.
Often refers to erotic dancing, but can refer to anything that seems foreign or unusual to the observer.
Often refers to erotic dancing, but can refer to anything that seems foreign or unusual to the observer.
A language like English or Spanish will come to a point where they are pretty much same-old, same-old, and no longer exotic. They're still foreign, beautiful... but too common.
The minority languages in Europe, the Middle-East, Asia, and the like, are quite exotic.
Tha mi 'ciallachadh, an smaoinicheadh sibh gu bheil na Ceiltich cànanan coimheach? Gaeilge? Gàidhlig? Gaelg? Cymrig? Kernowek? Breizhoneg? Smaoinichinn cho. Th'iad air leth, àraid. Bhitheadh iad an ceòl nan leannan, nan neach-seinn, de rud sam bith nan leigeamaid iad bi.
The minority languages in Europe, the Middle-East, Asia, and the like, are quite exotic.
Tha mi 'ciallachadh, an smaoinicheadh sibh gu bheil na Ceiltich cànanan coimheach? Gaeilge? Gàidhlig? Gaelg? Cymrig? Kernowek? Breizhoneg? Smaoinichinn cho. Th'iad air leth, àraid. Bhitheadh iad an ceòl nan leannan, nan neach-seinn, de rud sam bith nan leigeamaid iad bi.
by Lorelili March 29, 2005
Get the exoticmug. AKA. "Cat's Paw". This was an old torture device consisting of four claws the size of human fingers on a handle. Used in Spain and elsewhere in Europe, the torturer would run the claws over the victim's face, chest, groin, buttocks, legs, anywhere. The flesh would be shredded, with noses, ears, breasts, nipples, genitals, anything, torn off.
by Lorelili March 28, 2005
Get the Spanish Ticklermug. Of or relating to tender acts. Compassion, warmth, affection, gentleness.
Opposite of cruelty, violence, sadism, callousness, cynicism, bitterness.
Opposite of cruelty, violence, sadism, callousness, cynicism, bitterness.
"If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets a R-rating, but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an X-rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?"
-Sally Struthers
Adam stroked Kevin's hair, holding him with infinite tenderness while Kevin sobbed from a horrible day.
Ellie's rigid expression melted into tenderness as she saw her daughter running toward her.
-Sally Struthers
Adam stroked Kevin's hair, holding him with infinite tenderness while Kevin sobbed from a horrible day.
Ellie's rigid expression melted into tenderness as she saw her daughter running toward her.
by Lorelili December 15, 2010
Get the tendernessmug. Excessive, unnecessary, superfluous (exceeding what is necessary). Perhaps the opposite of oxymoronic (a juxtaposition of two seemingly contradictory meanings).
Just a few redundant phrases:
ATM Machine ("Automatic Teller Machine Machine")
Greenwich Village ("Green Village Village")
PIN Number ("Personal Identification Number Number")
cute dog/ cute cat
Catholic Pope
an added bonus
over-exaggerate
false pretense
completely surrounded
and etc
unconfirmed rumors
HIV Virus ("Human Immunodeficiency Virus Virus")
preplan
preheat
prerecord
La Brea Tar Pits ("The the tar pits tar pits")
lukewarm ("warm warm")
written manuscript
ATM Machine ("Automatic Teller Machine Machine")
Greenwich Village ("Green Village Village")
PIN Number ("Personal Identification Number Number")
cute dog/ cute cat
Catholic Pope
an added bonus
over-exaggerate
false pretense
completely surrounded
and etc
unconfirmed rumors
HIV Virus ("Human Immunodeficiency Virus Virus")
preplan
preheat
prerecord
La Brea Tar Pits ("The the tar pits tar pits")
lukewarm ("warm warm")
written manuscript
by Lorelili July 25, 2011
Get the redundantmug. A prostitute. Usually, prostitutes are females, but plenty of males are also prositutes.
Hookers sell their bodies to a variety of people, from unassuming men to really freaky characters. Just imagine having sex with half a dozen strange men each day for money it's not a pleasant thought.
And prostitutes don't have sex for money because they like it; it's about the money.
Hookers range from the chic call girl, who has control over the situation, to the lowly streetwalker, who is vulnerable to attack.
And remember: use a condom if you're with a prostitute, unless you want clamydia, gonorrhea, herpes, AIDS, hepatitis, syphilis, or other *charming* diseases.
Hookers sell their bodies to a variety of people, from unassuming men to really freaky characters. Just imagine having sex with half a dozen strange men each day for money it's not a pleasant thought.
And prostitutes don't have sex for money because they like it; it's about the money.
Hookers range from the chic call girl, who has control over the situation, to the lowly streetwalker, who is vulnerable to attack.
And remember: use a condom if you're with a prostitute, unless you want clamydia, gonorrhea, herpes, AIDS, hepatitis, syphilis, or other *charming* diseases.
"Oh God, put some clothes on! ... And I don't want to see your underwear! You look like a hooker." Moi thinking about Britney Spears, a reknowned porn star.
by Lorelili April 7, 2005
Get the hookermug. A segment of the wagon train headed to California in 1846. They had been enticed by young promoter Lansford W. Hastings, who advertised a new and faster route to California (which he only tested once with a horse; it turned out not only more dangerous but 125 miles longer than the charted route).
The twenty wagons of the Donner Party left the regular route in early July and headed for Fort Bridger, the first stop on the shortcut. Beginning on the shortcut in late July, they at first made good time but soon found that the trail over the Wasatch Mountains was almost impassible. Instead of only a week, the trip over the steep Wasatch to the Great Salt Lake took a whole month. Next, the journey over the Great Salt Desert took nearly six days instead of two. The shortcut rejoined the established trail two months after they had embarked on it. By late October, they reached the Sierras but an early winter storm blocked the pass. The travelers were trapped, only 150 miles from the safety of Sutter's Fort.
Trapped in the mountains from November until April, two thirds of the men died as did a third of the women and children. Desperation drove most of the Donner Party to eat the dead. A group of fifteen of the strongest immigrants (nine men, five women, and a boy of twelve) and two Indian guides set off to find help in mid-December, but when they found help in mid-January only two of the men (both married with children) were alive; all five women survived.
The twenty wagons of the Donner Party left the regular route in early July and headed for Fort Bridger, the first stop on the shortcut. Beginning on the shortcut in late July, they at first made good time but soon found that the trail over the Wasatch Mountains was almost impassible. Instead of only a week, the trip over the steep Wasatch to the Great Salt Lake took a whole month. Next, the journey over the Great Salt Desert took nearly six days instead of two. The shortcut rejoined the established trail two months after they had embarked on it. By late October, they reached the Sierras but an early winter storm blocked the pass. The travelers were trapped, only 150 miles from the safety of Sutter's Fort.
Trapped in the mountains from November until April, two thirds of the men died as did a third of the women and children. Desperation drove most of the Donner Party to eat the dead. A group of fifteen of the strongest immigrants (nine men, five women, and a boy of twelve) and two Indian guides set off to find help in mid-December, but when they found help in mid-January only two of the men (both married with children) were alive; all five women survived.
"Anguish and dismay now filled all hearts. Husbands bowed their heads, appalled at the situation of their families. They cursed Hastings for his false promises and broken pledge at Fort Bridger... Mothers in tearless agony clasped their children to their bosoms with the old, old cry, 'Father, Thy will, not mine, be done.' It was plain that try as we might, we could not get back to Fort Bridger. We must proceed, regardless of the fearful outlook." -Eliza Donner (1843-1922)
The third rescue party captured perhaps the most poignant scene of the Donner Party.
"The picture of distress... They had consumed two children of Jacob Donner. Mrs. Graves’s body was lying there with almost all the flesh cut away from her arms and limbs... Her little daughter, about 13 months old, sat at her side, one arm upon the body of her mangled mother, sobbing bitterly, crying, 'Ma! Ma! Ma!'"
"I have not wrote you half of the trouble we’ve had, but I have wrote you enough to let you know what trouble is. But thank God, we are the only family that did not eat human flesh. We have left everything, but I don’t care for that. We have got through with our lives. Don’t let this letter dishearten anybody. Remember, never take no cutoffs (shortcuts) and hurry along as fast as you can." -Virginia Reed (1833-1921)
The third rescue party captured perhaps the most poignant scene of the Donner Party.
"The picture of distress... They had consumed two children of Jacob Donner. Mrs. Graves’s body was lying there with almost all the flesh cut away from her arms and limbs... Her little daughter, about 13 months old, sat at her side, one arm upon the body of her mangled mother, sobbing bitterly, crying, 'Ma! Ma! Ma!'"
"I have not wrote you half of the trouble we’ve had, but I have wrote you enough to let you know what trouble is. But thank God, we are the only family that did not eat human flesh. We have left everything, but I don’t care for that. We have got through with our lives. Don’t let this letter dishearten anybody. Remember, never take no cutoffs (shortcuts) and hurry along as fast as you can." -Virginia Reed (1833-1921)
by Lorelili December 18, 2011
Get the Donner Partymug.