There is a big profile of Bill de Blasio in Vanity Fair. De Blasio is right about the cops, wrong about lateness:
Worse was yet to come: also in December, near the height of tensions, de Blasio told a press conference how, as the father of a black teenager, he had several times cautioned Dante to be careful when dealing with the police. “We’ve had to literally train him,” he said, “as families have all over this city for decades, in how to take special care in any encounter he has with the police officers who are there to protect him.” Lynch responded by saying de Blasio had thrown the N.Y.P.D. “under the bus.”
This broseph right here is the worst. I actually liked Alexie’s response quite a bit, though I understand why others would have preferred him to just yank the poem. Ren Jender sent me this tweet as an alternative to the Alexie response. Oh, and, of course, Jia:
It’s troubling that the most fledgling attempts towards reaching equal representation could seem, to anyone, like evidence that the still-dominant class of white men has already lost the upper hand. They haven’t. A few, I guess, will find any way to keep it. This headache of identity politics is still miserably meaningful. It matters who said by any means necessary. “Yi-Fen Chou” isn’t counter-evidence to the ugliness of white dominance; it’s proof.
Grudgingly reading a story about football bc intrigue:
But league insiders knew that Deflategate didn’t begin on the eve of the AFC Championship Game.
It began in 2007, with Spygate.
Perfect genius (I saw Pitch Perfect 2 on a flight, it was fun but the casual racism was worse than the first one!):
Bruh, after the performance Germany’s Das Sound Machine did? If I was in the audience I would’a took down my “Go Bellas” sign, made sure no red, white, or blue was on me, and brushed up on a British accent because that’s how bad America got clapped. It was that brutal, dude. I ain’t seen America take a hit like that since the selfie stick. I ain’t seen America take a hit like that since 35 seconds ago when one of our politicians or celebrities probably said something ignorant or problematic. Now you trying to tell me the Bellas won? Cause they brought out they aunties to help them? Nooooooooope! Sorry, I’m not hearing it. This gotta be top 5 robberies in fictional history. That shit didn’t sit right in my fucking soul, yo. Das Sound Machine don’t even know what losing is though.
Swimming while Eritrean:
On the morning of my cousin’s wedding, the boat carrying those 900 passengers who would later drown went out to sea. Her wedding, like all Eritrean weddings, was a traveling, well-documented circus. From church, nearly 100 of us headed to a popular park to take pictures and dance around the bridal party’s stretch limo in the parking lot. Dressed in traditional clothing, we entered the grounds like an invading army, with singing and jumping young men leading the charge. The Israeli park goers snapped shots and cheered “Congratulations” in Hebrew and English and I assumed they had gotten used to our ways – that day alone there were at least six other Eritrean weddings. We then returned to our homes to change into our evening attire and reconvened in another park to take more pictures with the bride and groom before joining the nearly four hundred guests at the reception.
I just started doing that Blue Apron thing where they send you ingredients and recipes for three meals a week, and I made this catfish-freekeh-tomatoes-and-corn thing and it was, like, damn. So, I’m very optimistic! They are not giving me any free stuff for saying nice things about them, but, if they would LIKE to, my email is in the sidebar.
Benedict does not give press interviews; most news about his life is filtered through his personal secretary, Monsignor Georg Gänswein, a German theologian who began working with him in 1996 and became his secretary in 2003. Gänswein also lives at the Mater Ecclesiae. He is frequently referred to as Gorgeous George, or as the George Clooney of the Vatican. A dashing man of fifty-nine, he has graying blond hair, chiselled features, and penetrating blue eyes. He has been an avid tennis player and skier. Dressed in an elegant black cassock, he received me in a frescoed room in the Apostolic Palace. Shortly before Benedict resigned, he elevated Gänswein to the rank of archbishop and made him Prefect of the Papal Household, a position that he has retained under Francis.
filled with jealousy that I cannot come to NYC and do this, especially since my bestie is hosting one of them (“Healthy-ish”) and I can assure you, she’s never steered me wrong
ughhhhh i can’t go to THIS either i hate everyone
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
wanders off to die alone in the woods
My friend Carrie’s new puppy saw a snake:
The internet in a nutshell. pic.twitter.com/mUU791E5iO
— Spencer Perry (@TheSpencerPerry) September 7, 2015
