"If by a “Liberal” they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people-their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights and their civil liberties-someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a “Liberal”, then I’m proud to say I’m a “Liberal."
— John Fitzgerald Kennedy was born 95 years ago today. (via think-progress)
I’m not even going to tell you the catcalls I received in Manhattan when I lived there. It’s a shitty thing. If you are a lady chances are you know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel afraid of every dude you see thinking “is that guy on the corner going to say some shit to me? Please dude, do not say anything to meeee.” Anyway if you don’t know what it’s like to be harassed whenever you leave the house, here is an article where women talk about that: http://rookiemag.com/2012/05/it-happens-all-the-time/
Since this is in the same vein as the earlier discussion (and because Jess Fink is amazing), I thought you guys might appreciate seeing it.
At least once a week, as I am walking the two (!) blocks from my office to get lunch, I get holla’d at by someone driving through downtown. Seventy-five percent of the time it is a dude in a delivery truck, i.e. ON DUTY, AT WORK, harassing me on the street. My MO is usually to shake my head in disgust while staring at them, or to flip them the bird, but I am going to try “Would you do that to your mother?” next time, or maybe “Show a little respect.”
It also happens often while I am running, and oddly enough, this happened most frequently back when my in-laws lived in Florida and we’d go visit them. Like dudes don’t see enough half-clothed sweaty women in Florida as it is.
What I really want to know is: does this ever work? ATTN: Dudes of the world — If you find a woman attractive and want to compliment her, how about, you know, saying hello, introducing yourself, asking about her day, and trying not to act like a total fucking creepwad. You can catch more flies with honey, as the saying goes.
In the Rookie post, though, someone towards the end says “It is crazy how hard it is for most dudes to understand this.” And so I would like to bring your attention to this related story:
"I take blurred pictures, because I take pictures no matter what the light is. If I want to take a picture, I do not care if there is light or no light. If I want to take a picture, I take it no matter what."
Want to know how badass Houston was in the 1980s? Check out the film about about our roving gang of prankster roller skaters, the Urban Animals.
Last night we went to Aurora Picture Show’s Scoot In event, where they were screening a series of short independent films about wheeled transportation. They showed Speed Street, and while the quality in these YouTube vids is shit, the movie is fucking awesome, with an excellent ’80s soundtrack to boot.
We met up with our scooter friends and rode to the screening, at Sesquicentennial Park. It was nice to be back on the Vespa. Even after 3-4 months of her sitting idle in the garage, she started up right away. That was, after I remembered to turn on the ignition. The weather was perfect. Pretty soon it’ll be too hot to ride during the day.
Below is another movie they screened, which I though was pretty badass.
"And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago."
"There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps."
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