another day in paradise.

i'm obsessed with photo essays. I don't know why, but i am. yesterday i found the VF Photo Agency and spent at least three hours crying helplessly in front of the computer. There is SO much suffering in the world. what can i do? how can i help? make a lot of money that then use it for good? or forget the pursuit of money and move to cambodia and live in a mental institution and try to help the poor captive souls there that are chained naked to their beds for all of eternity, or help the people living with advanced TB and AIDS who have been abandoned by their families.

I read/saw the photo essay of the Traina Sisters (by Lauren Greenfield--the Traina sisters are the worthless daughters of Romance novelist danielle steele) and then read/saw the "Lost Lives-Mental Health Crisis in Asia" (by John Stanmeyer) essay. The traina sisters shop around New York in the back of a limo, lounge around giant lofts on prisine white couches, and starve themselves to look hot. The poor souls in cambodia have no clothing, have been abandoned by their families, live in human waste in an institution that can't afford to even give them underwear, a mattress or a pair of shoes. They are honestly chained to the wall with padlocks. The disparity between one human lifestyle and another is so tragic. And it seems that the people who have all the money are so worthless and affected that they don't even think of helping other with it. (yes, tiger, i know you have your foundation, good job. and bill gates, thanks from India for all the help. yes, angelina. we think you're a saint. sort of .) But seeing these heartwrenching photos of others tragic daily lives makes me hate paris hilton's worthless vacant self-centered ass more than ever. if you have money, do something good with it.

anyway, after you read this go directly to the VF site if for no other reason than to realize how lucky you really are.