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...write this kind of book - a sort of self-help memoir? It started with the fact that it was my very first week on The View and Barbara and Whoopi asked me if I thought the earth was round or flat. The response that came out was, "I don't know. I'm trying to take care of my son." I was really nervous. I was totally outside of my comfort zone, and I made a comment that I didn't mean to make. It was a brain fart. I did not know that people were going to hate...
...simply by using your mental powers to "attract" it. The poor listened to upbeat preachers like Joel Osteen and took out subprime mortgages. The rich paid for seminars led by motivational speakers like Tony Robbins and repackaged those mortgages into securities sold around the world. (Read "Yes, I Suck: Self-Help Through Negative Thinking...
...temerity to suggest that their company's subprime exposure might be too high. No one dared be the bearer of bad news. The purpose of work, at least in white collar settings, was to flatter and reassure the boss, who had in turn probably read enough of the business self-help literature to believe that his job was to motivate others with his own relentless and radiant optimism. (Read "A Primer for Pessimists...
...coming self-help author in “Love Happens,” Dr. Burke Ryan encounters many unorthodox ways of dealing with grief. A woman bakes her late husband’s favorite oatmeal raisin cookies garnished with his ashes. Another makes a mold of her dead husband’s penis. Unfortunately, these moments of humor in the midst of tragedy are set against a backdrop of an utterly predictable romance. “Love Happens” traces a hackneyed storyline—complete with dramatic slow-clap in the final scene—but ultimately entertains...
...There may be an issue involving a lack of hair. On his head.) Here Lynch plays Walter, a contractor from Billings, who drove all the way to Seattle for Burke's hokey seminar and, a few hours in, sensibly wants his money back. Burke has to practice some serious self-help voodoo to keep skeptical Walter on the hook, but eventually (it's an interminable seminar) he gets Walter to pull a photo of his 12-year-old son out of his wallet and recount the story of his death. At which point I wrote "almost cried" in my notebook...