Under the Skin

This is just a poem that I read in my Russian Literature class. I really liked it, so I thought I'd share it. Yes, I also posted it on Facebook. “The Demon” Aleksandr Pushkin In the days when all the impressions of existence were new to me–the glances of maidens, the rustle of a grove, and the singing of a nightingale at night; when sublime feelings–freedom, glory, and love–and the inspired arts were agitating my blood so strongly, Then, casting a shadow of sudden anguish over hours of hope and enjoyment, a certain malicious genius began to visit me in secret. Our meetings were sad: his smile, his wondrous glance, his wounding speeches poured cold venom into my soul. With inexhaustible slander he would tempt providence; he called the beautiful a dream; he despised inspiration; he disbelieved in love, in freedom; he looked on life scornfully, and nothing in all nature was he inclined to bless.

All right, so last week, there was a Facebook Fad. Girls all over me were posting a color as their status update. Or sometimes it was a pattern, such as polka dot, striped, pinstriped. Or sometimes it was something such as lacy. I didn't really know what was up with it, so I just ignored it. I'm usually out of it. Not really anything new there. Finally, after most every girl I know had posted (especially popular among those whom I do not know from BYU), I figured, "I've got to figure out what's going on here." So I asked. Apparently, all over, girls were posting the color of their bras! Apparently, the boys weren't supposed to know. Apparently, this was somehow supposed to raise breast cancer awareness. How it raises the awareness when we're keeping a secret from the guys? I'm not quite sure. But all the same, I am happy to announce, that you are not going to find out the hue of my undergarments. It's not that I have no sympathy for c