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Ukraine Barbie Doll

Valeria Lukyanova, from the Ukraine- probably the only photograph I find tolerable.

“If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?”~ Steven Wright

Valeria Lukyanova, also known as “The Human Barbie” is back in the news today.

I’m tellin’ ya! She was trending hotter than sex tape by some random 50+ year old, soon to be washed up Hollywood actor.

She hit the scene a couple of years ago because of her looks like a Barbie doll.

But she claims it wasn’t her intention to look like the popular toy. And yet there she still is.

She was interviewed and said that she got the idea when she met the “Living Ken doll” some time ago.

Really? That’s when you decided to do this?? kenandbarbie

Valeria also goes on to say in other interviews that as far as plastic surgery is concerned is that she doesn’t deny going under the knife. She admits to getting larger breasts “because she wanted to be perfect.”

Umm…. Dambreaker calls BS and then strike two.

Personally, I’m not buying that. But I’m not her physician or her plastic surgeon.

When she first came out and her popularity soared there were tons of groups of people that were freaked out by Valeria and her decision to become the living doll.

Now today, she trends.

Valeria now has come out into the public that she is on a rather unique and special diet, if you will.

Valeria, the human Barbie, will now exist only on light and air.

She will not consume any food and probably not water.

STRIKE THREE. And we have your fun-loving Dambreaker slamming his face into the wall.

But let me back up and give you the down and the low on what we’re TRULY dealing with:  barbie73

Valeria Lukyanova, who was born in 1985 and has citizenship in the Ukraine.

Height: 5’8″ (1.70 m) Weight: 42 kg (less than 95 lbs.)

And that all important measurements of an 18 inch (45 centimeters) waist… 34-18-34. 

She is in fact married. So men who have been drooling over her for years: The dream of you giving it to a living Barbie doll is over. 

So then on the 28th of February 2014, Valeria came into the spotlight by stating that her new diet of only light and air was prompting trends and going viral.

She’s also claiming that she is an alien from outer space and can talk and see other space identities and aliens from other worlds and planets.

You know what???? That’s the hungry feeling screwing with your mind because your body needs nutrition.

Breatharianism is a new age practice which alleges the ability to live without food. Breatharians claim that food and possibly water are not necessary, and that humans can be sustained solely by prana (the vital life force in Hinduism), or, according to some, by the energy in sunlight (according to Ayurveda, sunlight is one of the main sources idiotof prana). The terms breatharianism or inedia may also refer to this philosophy practiced as a lifestyle in place of the usual diet.

Breatharianism is a lethal pseudoscience, and several adherents of these practices have died from starvation.

The horrible thing about it is that it has been documented of how people adopt this practice and then wind up dead from starvation…. including a pregnant mother.

So good ole Ukrainian Barbie looks like she’s on the path to death pretty soon. Unless she snaps out of it. And walks away from the mother ship.

No wonder why Russia voted to allow troops to go into the Ukraine. They don’t wanna attack anyone in the Ukraine, they just wanna go and save Barbie.  Let’s keep our fingers crossed.



“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”~ Audrey Hepburn

Today was a lesson in inspiration. And figuring out who or what inspires you.

The image that you see before you is of a model who goes by the name RedVamp. I am sure that you can figure out why.

She began her modeling career back in 2001 and I remember the days back then where she seemed to be everywhere you looked… that is IF you did the right searches on the Internet. You just simply were not going to get away from her.

Needless to say that was not a problem for me. I welcomed her (or the thought of her) into my life. And I’ve always been amazed by her and whenever I would attempt to contact her, I would make sure that I spoke to her like a human being… rather than like these scores of “fans” would do. Leaving these disgusting comments as so many members of the male gender will leave behind. I hoped she’d see beyond that and realize that I wasn’t about to be one of those kinds of fans.


RedVamp, ca. 2004

I read in an interview back in 2003 that she had trouble dealing with the idea or fact that she did have “fans” … hell, I have always been one of them.

But as life moves on, RedVamp decided to put an end to her modeling career and focus on other things in life. Including the fact that she live her life as a loving wife and mother. 

Out of the public spotlight she left and into her own personal life away from it all. It appeared that she wanted to focus more on things that were far greater and more important to her than modeling and fame.

But had I made a dent? Did I keep the lines of communication fluid enough for her to realize that I wasn’t “one of those kinds” and that everything would be okay? Was there any impact?

Nobody would be able to tell.

She vanished. Everything that was searchable on the Internet was basically material that was left behind. Nothing updated, nothing new. She was gone.

But then I would be surprised to cross paths with her one more time while  I was with my last girlfriend.

Again, speaking to her like she is…. a human being got me farther than anything else in this world. She was polite, social, friendly, and trusting.


An image that comes from one of my personal favorite shoots that RedVamp did during her career.

And when my last relationship came crashing down in flames, she was there to offer her condolences. It was something that I didn’t expect. After all… what or who was I to her? Just a fan.

I didn’t realize that what RedVamp was doing was reciprocating the favor of treating ME too… as a human being. With feelings, thoughts, and emotions.

That one time that we reconnected, I would learn that she had stopped modeling in 2008 and moved on. And I applauded her greatly. even though as a fan of hers I was greatly disappointed to know that there would no longer be any more modeling work to view.

I was just really glad that RedVamp did not get sucked into that vortex of vanity and selfishness and “look at me! look at me!! I’m pretty!! everyone look at me!!!”

She had come out of the fires and ashes to remain the same woman she was before she became a model. Only now more grown up.

Suddenly it didn’t matter what she was doing. Modeling was now part of the past. And I was dealing with RedVamp in the present. No more RedVamp the model, this was RedVamp the woman!! 72975_10150976656272306_1599031007_n

And here I am to the point of telling you this story.

With the modeling out of the way, it was a true test to see whether or not I could hold a cogent conversation with her and talk about other things… outside of how beautiful she is and this photograph was awesome and the like. This model now a woman looked upon me with favor. I just did not realize it at the time. Nor did I realize how much favor was bestowed upon me.

I too moved on. I started playing sledge hockey. Did other things and kept moving no matter despite the bumps in the road that life can often throw in the way.

RedVamp was a silent watcher so to speak.

She took notice of all the things I involved myself in, regardless of the fact of the disability that I live with every day of my life since birth.

It was RedVamp who was finding more inspiration than I could ever imagine there being.

She mentioned in that interview long ago that she was trying to get used to the idea of having “fans” when in fact RedVamp has turned into one of MY fans!! And she has mentioned many, many times how much she finds hope and determination and courage in me.ada6 She adores the fact that I play sledge hockey and believes that it is one of the most remarkable things that she has ever heard of. For people with disabilities to be able to play the sport of ice hockey and have it made so that they can enjoy it as well, just really blows her away. The other fact that she knows that I play it and have done well thus far is another thing that causes her to be so proud. 

But who am I? I mean after all, RedVamp is the beautiful model… she’s the beautiful woman that has throughout the years in the past gathered so much attention and built in her own way her “fandom” – how can this be that SHE is the one that gets inspired by me and what I do?

The fact is that its been that way for a while and just lately, she’s been able to tell me about it. And every time that I hear about it… it floors me to the point of actual physical tears that run down my face.

I know that certain people love the idea of me playing sled hockey. My family, my colleagues, my close personal friends all support me. And I love it every time I am introducing the sport to someone new and watching their faces as they begin to learn about this sport that I play whenever I show them the short video clips that are YouTube. It comes with the territory that I have surrounded myself with people who also play the sport and who also have people close that love them that support them too. So everyone is supporting everyone else.

But to have that one person… such as RedVamp to also support me in what I do in sled hockey, its just beyond words. I honestly didn’t think that that I meant that much to anyone outside of the small circles. I never thought of myself to have my own “fandom” but there sits RedVamp. And she still sits there today with awe and wonder.

She and I are starting to become good friends now. We talk whenever we can. And like I said, she brings up all the time that she is inspired by me. And we hope that one day our paths will cross in real life that we will meet face to face. Because if you asked anyone that close, they would tell you that I’ve dreamed of that happening for over ten years now. And RedVamp is most certain that one day that she will meet me… a person that inspires her. 

So in conclusion, here is my point to all of this admiration, this mushy adulation and what not.

Be the best that you can be. Do your best in everything that you do. And give it your all. Because you never really know who is watching you. You never really know who you are inspiring to do the best in everything that THEY can do.  You just may be that secret inspiration of many people, like I just found out earlier this evening.

Photo Frenzy

Posted: April 28, 2013 in Uncategorized
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This one photograph caused quite the frenzy the other day on Facebook.

One early morning a few days ago, I saw this posted from one of those random Facebook fan pages. And I went ahead and clicked on the “share” button. And so it was posted onto my own personal Facebook profile.

Then moments later, I left home to go into the community room to get some coffee. I drank the coffee at the table (because the rule of “no food/drink” still exists and someone has to obey it, even if the other neighbors will not!!) and then I jumped online on one of the computers there.

When I signed back into Facebook, it was like hell was starting to break loose over this one image.

I found the photograph amusing because the woman was out in the the cold and snow and ice. However, many people were up in arms about it for the simple fact that the model was naked.

Let’s face it. My monitor at home isn’t the best, and I honestly had not recognized the fact that she was naked.

There’s nothing in the photograph that would expose any genitalia. And she is wearing something on her legs. Does that make it naked?

One person accused me of posting pornography on Facebook. Another person questioned my ethics. And even another person was threatening to have me reported for posting inappropriate images.

I believe that if I would have been able to see that clearly she was exposed in her “bikini regions” that I most likely would not have posted it. But even if I deleted the photograph, the damage apparently was done.

One person even sent a message to my Facebook inbox stating that she didn’t like my post and she wanted me to delete it. But when she wasn’t specific and I asked her to elaborate, it came to this photograph. I could tell that she was just overwhelmed with disgust.

Rather than deleting the photograph at that time, I removed her from my friends list. She had only been there for about two days and in my opinion …. wasn’t all that social with me.

I don’t make a habit of going so far as to posting something on Facebook that I know is against their rules and terms. And I know that I am not the worst offender as I have seen other posts that are far worse than this one.

I didn’t make any comments about it at all. I didn’t say anything about how hot the model was or whatever. I just simply clicked on the “share” button.

But no. Since I did something “different” then I guess that means I am one of the worst people on the planet. And that I need to be shipped off to Alcatraz or Australia.

Every one of us has different interests, tastes, and likes. We’re not all the same. What is “pornographic” to some is art to others. And I am not going to start a debate of whether or not this is art or porn or whatever, but like I said I liked the contrast and it was amusing to view it and think that she must be freezing with standing out in the snow like that. But then obviously finding out that its just a scene that was created to look like she was outside in a winter wonderland.

Once again proving that you simply are just not capable of pleasing all of the people all of the time.

Good grief!!!



“Models now need to promote themselves, think like businesswomen and diversify their careers by doing other things. Chances are very slim that a mere model will become a household name today.”~ Tyra Banks

The modeling profession is something that I will admit that I do not understand. Nor do I pretend to understand it either.

It doesn’t appear to be glitz and glamour and rainbows. Some people get very famous and wealthy from being in the business and others struggle from day to day just to find work. One never really knows what will happen, it seems.

But I think that it would be safe to say that attitude is a big part of it.

And in my own personal experiences, there’s been a lot of great and decent people who have made it their profession to be a model, both male and female. And these decent people just can’t seem to get much of a break.

And then on the other side of things, there are those who have “the goods” for it, but their attitude seriously stinks. After that, they often wonder why they’ve not made it in the business.

I have known people who have done modeling in the past. And I know people who are currently doing modeling today. In my mind, a lot of those people who entered the industry struggle.

I have to shake my head at those who have the poor attitude.

A few weeks ago, I was invited to go to a party.  It was at that party, I noticed this very physically attractive woman who was there. But I did not approach her to talk to her as she had many people surrounding her wherever she went. People were using their cell phones to take photographs and video of her. It had seemed that she enjoyed being the center of attention inside of all of the spotlight. And I thought to myself that she was attractive and so it made sense that she would be swarmed by people… mostly men.

I did not plan on staying too long at this party and eventually I ended up being in the same area as this particular woman. She caught my eye and I smiled. Then she came over and introduced herself.

Rather than just stating who she was by her name, it was like she was giving me her résumé. She had been seen on this music video and that music video that is on YouTube. She’s done several local events. And she even had done a couple of photo shoots for some statewide publications.

I was not interested in all of that, I just asked her again to tell me what her name was. And so she huffed a little and told me.

Okay, fine. You’re huffing. If I am talking to you, I just want to know who you are.

She seemed okay with the conversation and I made her laugh several times. But when she started talking about her modeling career again, I became less and less interested.

I was honest with her and admitted that I had never seen her before. I had no idea that she had done some modeling work here and there. And she became a little disappointed. So then she showed me on her cell phone a lot of different shots that she had done. I mean, A LOT!!!!!!!!

Several minutes had gone by as she showed me one by one by one of each shot she had saved on her cell phone.

Of course throughout the conversation, we would be interrupted by people wanting to speak to her. A lot of them though just wanted her to sit still long enough that they could take photographs of her with their cell phones.

She would forget where we had left off and then she’d start all over again. I probably saw the same set of photographs of her riding a horse four separate times. 

I could see that the conversation wasn’t going to lead to anything. It wasn’t going to change to “getting to know you” kind of stuff. It was just going to be about her and whether or not she could jar some kind of memory that I may have hidden to the point where I could tell her, “Yeah! I’ve seen you before!!”.

This wasn’t going to happen!

Had she talked about herself and not about her job, this conversation probably would have been a little more pleasant.

Deep down I was remembering the FIRST time that this had happened to me when I spoke with a woman who said her occupation was a model. That didn’t end well either.

I was beginning to feel out of place by just talking with her. But because I had made her laugh and smile earlier, I guess she decided to stick with it. But her mission of trying to get me to recognize her was doomed from the start.

There are over million people who live here where I am. I do not think that I am going to be able to remember every single person that I have ever come across in the past 11 years. Whether I believed them to be physically attractive or not, its just not a possibility to remember everything and everyone. Especially those who didn’t make any impact on me.

This woman surely was making an impact, but the WRONG impact.

Her boyfriend got a little jealous I guess and came over and interrupted her and I talking. He took her aside and did whatever he did.

Meanwhile, I am getting bombarded by these men who had been taking photographs of her all night long with their cell phones. They showed me that they had posted them all on the Internet. Facebook, Tumblr, etc. And that was all made possible by today’s technology. One shot with the cell phone camera and you’re bright and shining face is on the Internet in a matter of seconds for all the world to enjoy.

So anyways,  the model came back and apologized for her boyfriend’s rude behavior. She started to explain her situation but I told her that it wasn’t necessary to get into all of that.

Then I decided to ask if I could take a photograph of her. This is where it took a nose dive into stupidity.

She began to explain her rates and her rules about “photo shoots”.  I stopped her and repeated my request for her a little clearer and spoke slower. Thinking that she had misunderstood what I was asking her.

Again, she talked about her rates and rules.

When I told her that I was not a photographer and I had no intention on doing a photo shoot with her and I just wanted to take photograph of her and I together, she got crazy as well as indignant.

She explained to me that she did not “pose for pictures”. And that to me made no sense whatsoever. She’s a model. OF COURSE she poses for pictures! That is probably one of the general definitions of the ins and outs of the occupation of modeling. 

She continued to inform me that I would have to pay her in order to have my photograph taken with her. Heaven forbid that I would change my mind and ask for an autograph because I had heard guys coming up to her, telling her that she was hot and gorgeous and sexy and all of that and they wanted an autograph and she declined offers the entire time.

But I have to pay for a photograph with her?

I walked away from her, telling her that it was nice to have met her. Even though now I believe that that I was lying my butt off.

I looked her up on the Internet. I couldn’t find much. I saw maybe less than half a dozen websites that mentioned her. Either because she was captioned in a photograph or she was mentioned in an article. She’s not that famous to be in a position to be charging that kind of money for something that she does in the first place.

To the best of my knowledge, celebrities and famous folks of all kinds will either decline the request and walk away or they will simply take the photographs with someone or give them an autograph and be done with it. They don’t go into business mode and start telling their fans how much it is going to cost them in order to have these things. Especially if they are met by someone on the streets.

But this model felt she had enough of the goods where she could do that, and it was a serious deflation of interest in her and what she does.

I have personally received many denied requests for autographs from people. And most of them were because they either felt that their autographs weren’t worth anything or they were just shy and uncomfortable about it.

This woman however, was bold and full of it.

It would seem to me that because she is not all that “well known”, that she would gladly pose for a photograph. And possibly by either word of mouth or by someone posting photographs on the Internet that she just might get discovered and then she’d catch her break. One simply doesn’t know if and when those kinds of situations will happen. So to me, what was the big issue and where was the harm in it?

Had she agreed to the photograph and I had posted it and someone DID notice and contacted her, then that would definitely been something to work to her advantage.

You never know what to expect when you meet certain people.

When she asked me where I was going because I had ended the conversation, my only response to her was: “Things are sometimes only skin deep.”

I’m not expecting her to figure out what I meant by that. Nor am I expecting her to come crawling back with tears in her eyes and being full of apologies. But it sure does wonders for the mind.

But I guess in a way one could say that her constant nagging of trying to trigger a memory out of me that actually was never there to begin with, is now a memory of how much of a pain she was. If she wanted me to remember her, then her mission is successful after all. Unfortunately for her though, it is not a good memory.

I do not have any hatred towards people who are or were in the modeling business. And to be truthful, I do not have any hatred towards this model either. But what drew the line for me, was her attitude.




Ileana Tacconelli

“I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.” ~Lily Tomlin as ‘Edith Ann’

Meet Ileana Tacconelli. Her story broke out in Europe in the fall of 2010.

She is a teacher in Milan, Italy. Yep, I am serious! She is a teacher.

The story was released when a parent at the school that she had been teaching at for three years, had pulled her child out of the school because the teacher was “too attractive”.

We’re talking, a child. Not someone who is in their teens and full of horomones. A female child was removed from the classroom by her mother.

Ileana had a career in modeling and was even a beauty pageant contestant prior to her career change in education. Word leaked in 2010 about it all and then she was under fire.

Photographs of her modeling career of her running around in her underwear and then the parents who found out, went into an uproar.

However, the school in which she worked for had backed her up. She qualified to teach. She even has THREE master degrees. So she’s not some dumb flake of an Italian bimbo.

I don’t know what has happened to her story. I am guessing that the wildfire of her past was put out.

But it seems to me, that the parents were far out of control. Since it was a mother, I am guessing she felt inferior to the young educator with a past of glitz and glamour. And she hadn’t lost her looks when she entered the teaching field.

One would think that students would NOT skip classes, and always PAY attention. Then again, not the age group of children she was teaching. They wouldn’t care what she used to do.

Makes me wonder what would happen if this would have been in the USA??