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...Soon she was posing for Camera Clubs - groups of amateur photographers, almost always men, who got to hone their craft and be near pretty women by taking cheesecake pictures. Professionals noticed her as well, and Bettie had a career as a skin-rag cover girl, though to her it was a rent-paying sideline to her acting studies. Why did she do it? Probably, because she was good at it. When the cameras clicked, her personality clicked on. No wonder she kept smiling...
...After downloading the software to your PlayStation, you log into Home and create your virtual character, whom you'll pilot around. Using your PlayStation controller, you've got a seemingly infinite array of choices to customize your human. Everything from the height of the cheekbones to skin color and hair (color, texture, length) is customizable - within limits. Want your character to be 8 ft. tall? Forget it. Humans are sized like the real deal. No really enormous noses, either. You want your character to be as obese as a tech-gossip blogger? Sorry, only the slightest of beer guts...
...evidence of a psychological phenomenon - what they believed was a new form of self-injury among teens and adolescents. Eleven out of 505 patients whom the team had treated in more than a decade had inserted objects - from chunks of crayons to unfolded paper clips - under their skin in a behavior the Nationwide team labeled "self-embedding...
...time of the conference, however, a Chicago Tribune reporter uncovered two more instances of self-embedding in an Illinois town - two teen girls had deliberately inserted pencils into their skin and broken off the tips - lending credence to the possibility that self-embedding was a growing trend, albeit off the radar. "We know it's elsewhere," says Shiels, who is creating a protected database for medical professionals worldwide to track the behavior. "It just hasn't been discussed and it hasn't been studied...
This past week we were performing our term-time jobs of caressing Houghton’s rare book collection in search of bindings made of human skin [1]. We made a great discovery, and this time it wasn’t skin. Instead we found the discarded journal entry of [NAME REDACTED FOR EXCESSIVE SECRECY] ’09 which told his pathetic and steamy tales of the heart. Take caution dear reader: I thought a thick envelope from Harvard senior year would come with some thick biddies, but that April I found myself taking my mother to the prom...