By Leah Simpson For Dailymail. This is the shocking moment a Georgia county commissioner's wife poured a drink over a reporter's head after she questioned whether they'd used local funds to go on their honeymoon. Nodding his head and pointing at the action, he adds: 'Every bit of this has been brought…'.
The wife of a county commissioner is facing criminal charges after an incident at a budget hearing Friday morning involving a reporter. Present for the meeting and at the time of the incident were representatives from the local newspaper and the local radio station, WZQZ — FM After seeking legal counsel, authorities noted in the police report that Abbey Winters claimed that the whole thing was an accident and that she had tripped. Corbin is the county attorney for Chattooga County. The media plays an integral role in ensuring transparency and these types of antics are dangerous to open government and a disservice to the people it serves.
American Film Institute. The American Film Institute Catalog easily surpasses all other reference works in its field for comprehensiveness, reliability, and utility. Its decade-by-decade, exhaustive, detailed, and carefully descriptive coverage is simply not approached by any other source. In a field bedevilled by quickly assembled and slipshod reference books, the AFI Catalog volumes are the one essential purchase for every library's film reference shelves, and individual researchers will also find them indispensable. Following the recently published set of volumes on the teen decade, the AFI research staff has now completed this far more massive set on the thirties--reaching into a period where many films have survived, many of them easily available and much beloved by film enthusiasts. For the thirties, the improved methodology developed for the teens is deployed in three vast volumes.
I spent most of my teenage years and some of my adulthood beneath the shroud of oversized sweaters. Hiding my body. Concealing curves and cellulite and pale skin. I would pull a sweater over my head—the bigger the better—every morning, willing my body away. Sometimes, I would even swim fully clothed, in a T-shirt and shorts, citing my false fear of potential sunburn. That girl was unwittingly feeding and feeding her shame. It had a boundless appetite. She could never have conceived that one day she would be standing naked in her living room, preparing for somebody to take photographs of her, preparing to put those photographs on the internet. Rather, it was countless little moments, wedged between that girl hiding in the sweater and the twenty-nine-year-old woman I am now.