My friend Lyz and I bought the same romper over the weekend. It is my first romper.
Thank you for your notes of concern and sympathy! I am now better. I will never eat a frozen chicken patty again. But I had a great time with visiting friends and Toasties Lyz Lenz and Sarah Galo and Angela Chen and we watched Crimson Peak AND the Winona Ryder Little Women, which Sarah and Angela had never seen. And we played “Hamilton” in the car and since Angela is also a Foreigner, she and I got to high-five each other during “IMMIGRANTS! We get the job done” which has been lacking in my life.
They went back and forth like this for a few minutes. I felt as if I were listening in on a conversation they had been having for months. Where was the other knife? If the fire was hot enough to melt a knife, why didn’t their father’s shirt burn? Why didn’t the whole bedroom or even the whole house go up in flames? Matt sighed and said, ‘‘We’re not detectives, but we’re not idiots.’’
I tweeted something supportive of the women testifying at the Ghomeshi trial using the #Ghomeshi hashtag and discovered (shockingly) a lot of men hang out on that hashtag shit-talking victims. I can’t imagine what it’s like for his victims right now. This guy:
If women were upset with him or elusive afterwards, Ghomeshi would seem to become nervous and made efforts to normalize things. One woman said he showed up at her home in tears. He sent friendly, flattering emails, and sometimes they would respond in kind. Once this record of amicable contact was established, he would stop responding to their messages. Some chased after him with solicitous emails.
If later they couldn’t reconcile the incoherence of his behaviour and confronted him about it, he reminded his accusers that he had things on them: their texts, their nude pictures and videos, and the record of friendly contact after the fact, which he considered exculpatory.
He seemed to think he had evidence of consent. They were certain he did not. “There’s a big part of blackmail that went into it,” one woman told me.
Now, THAT’s craftsmanship (RIP, Steampunk Mouse):
So, this retired rodent had managed to sneak past University of Reading security, exterior doors and Museum staff, and clambered its way up into our Store. Upon finding itself there it would have found the promised land; a mouse paradise laid before it full of straw, wood and textiles. Then, out of thousands of objects, it chose for its home the very thing designed to kill it some 150 years ago: a mouse trap.
The trap itself was not baited, but this did not stop our mouse from wriggling inside and, finding itself trapped, meet its demise. The trap was manufactured by Colin Pullinger & Sons of Silsey, West Sussex and although we don’t know the exact date this one was made, the trap itself was patented in 1861. It is a multi-catch trap with a see-saw mechanism, and you can see its object record here. It is known as a ‘Perpetual Mouse Trap’ and proudly declares that it ‘will last a lifetime’. How apt.
Ted Cruz is so loathsome:
“And when he became Senator, I was like, ‘Oh my God, he called my mother a whore!’”
He did? According to Beardsley, the two were having an “intellectual debate” about abortion one day, when she disclosed that her mother had once ended a pregnancy. “I remember telling him [that] my mother had two children, they really couldn’t afford to have another child, they really would have struggled. And it was a very difficult, painful decision for my mother.” At that point, she said, “he became vicious and made it personal,” eventually telling her, in hisloving way, “that my mother was going to hell and was a whore.”
David M. Perry wrote a wonderful, intensely infuriating piece about bullshit disability-based job discrimination (including academia):
The Arc of Texas, an organization dedicated to inclusion, advocacy and disability rights, is hiring a new CEO. Their job announcement, as originally posted, made one thing clear: Disabled people need not apply.
Towards the bottom of the application, a strange list of criteria under the headline, “Physical and Mental Requirements,” included “Seeing, Hearing/Listening, Clear speech, Ability to move distances between offices and workspaces, Driving.” The next post, for another well-paid leadership position, added “manual dexterity, lifting up to 25 pounds, carrying up to 25 pounds” to the list, making it even more restrictive.
What’s a disability rights organization doing pre-emptively discriminating against disabled individuals in their most important hiring? And is this kind of language — which can be found in job postings from the tech sector, the non-profit world, and countless academic jobs — even legal?
Samuel Bagenstos, now an expert on disability law at the University of Michigan and a former Principal Deputy Assistant Attorney General for Civil Rights at the US Department of Justice, called The Arc posting “a pretty blatant violation of the Americans with Disabilities Act.”
Where did all the lead come from in the first place?
In the 20th century, Rabin and other lead critics say, the lead industry ignored growing suspicions that the element was toxic for children and launched a campaign to ensure that Americans kept buying lead paint for their homes, lead gas for their cars and lead plumbing in their communities.
“Lead helps guard your health,” a National Lead Co. advertisement declared in “National Geographic” in 1923 — a year after the League of Nations suggested banning lead indoor paint because of health concerns.
