not to be rude but some of you are trying to derive an understanding of palestine entirely from tweets reacting to other tweets reacting to other tweets. every day i open this app and discover another argument that was already answered in palestinian literature 30+ years ago
Unfortunately, as much as the accusations are obviously bogus to anyone who isn't braindead, when an Israeli agent with 112k followers on Twitter, who's being platformed by leading media figures, accuses me of being an "IDF spy who murdered Palestinians" (!), I have to respond. So here's me at age 15, on May Day 2002, saying on Israeli national TV that I'm gonna refuse army service. My shirt reads "After me, to become refusers!".
Nobody talks about this but she's a great early example of avant-garde pop stardom, years before Bowie even. Imagine getting Fellini's 8½ art director to direct and style your music videos, which are also ads for Barilla pasta
Here's what a few hours in the life of Lebanon's National Lifeline for Suicide Prevention (1564) sound like during #war time:
- A 23-year-old displaced mother from South Lebanon (Khyem) calling from inside a car in Saida (now known as the transit city) - where she is living with her 3 young children because shelters are full.
- An 88-year-old man displaced from Southern #Beirut calling to ask for basic assistance
- A young man calling from Southern Beirut, currently under attack, calling because he and his mother had nowhere safe to go.
- Another caller described feeling “مخنوق” — suffocated by the density, the noise, the uncertainty created by war.
And in the middle of all of this:
- A 16-year-old girl who attempted suicide
- A 23-year-old struggling with addiction after a suicide attempt yesterday
- A mother with cancer caring for a child with epilepsy while seeking help for her suicidal daughter
- A man who was about to end his life with shattered glass before picking up the phone
This is the daily reality of answering Lebanon’s National Lifeline (1564), where every call reflects the collision of our crises: war, displacement, poverty, chronic illness, addiction, and the silent toll on mental health.
In contexts like #Lebanon, a crisis hotline is much more than an emotional support line. It becomes a first point of access to the entire health and social protection system.
In a single shift today, our team provided:
- suicide intervention and safety planning
- emotional support during acute distress
- referrals for psychiatric care and medication
- shelter and humanitarian assistance referrals
- support for displaced families
- guidance for parents responding to suicide attempts
- connection to emergency services and NGOs
Behind each call is a trained responder, a volunteer, holding space for someone who may have nowhere else to turn, while silently living many of the same struggles themselves.
In times of war, mental health emergencies do not pause. They multiply, and set the stage for the long term psychological consequences that follow conflict.
Lebanon’s National Lifeline continues to operate 24/7, responding to hundreds of calls each month from people facing the most difficult moments of their lives.
Every call our volunteers answer, is a proof of why this Lifeline is essential to our national infrastructure, and must be protected and sustained.
Today, as Gaza continues to be stuck in a bloody limbo, we are turning our website over to Gaza and its people in an initiative we are calling “A Day for Gaza.” There will be no pieces published on our website today that do not come directly from Gaza. https://t.co/x5yu0SWtHG
using the grammys as an excuse to say that "fame is a gun" is one of my favourite pop records in ages; it's like the crossover anthem electroclash never had. the lovely idm-y figure powering it, the little bell-ish hook, the sleazy monosynth, the way the (perfect) topline weirdly, insistently returns to the tonic in the verses. "i'm your dream girl but you're not my type" is the best lyric miss kittin never spat.
Margot Robbie reveals she hosted a private screening of ‘WUTHERING HEIGHTS’ for her friend group.
“It was the most unhinged experience of my life. It was the funnest Wednesday I’ve ever had in my life. Twenty women were like frothing at the mouth. They were like rabid dogs. There was constant commentary and screaming throughout, and sobbing in parts as well. I was like: If he [Jacob Elordi] walked in right now, I think they would eat him.”
After two years of interruption, Al-Quds Radio greets Gaza locals with its first morning announcement.
From the heart of the city's destroyed buildings, Gaza's voice resumes its broadcast.