Kalief Browder and the THREE YEARS he spent on Rikers Island for literally no reason other than because the system is racist and broken:
With each day he spent in jail, Browder imagined that he was getting closer to trial. Many states have so-called speedy-trial laws, which require trials to start within a certain time frame. New York State’s version is slightly different, and is known as the “ready rule.” This rule stipulates that all felony cases (except homicides) must be ready for trial within six months of arraignment, or else the charges can be dismissed. In practice, however, this time limit is subject to technicalities. The clock stops for many reasons—for example, when defense attorneys submit motions before trial—so that the amount of time that is officially held to have elapsed can be wildly different from the amount of time that really has. In 2011, seventy-four per cent of felony cases in the Bronx were older than six months.
Mormon feminism, past and present:
In another room, 45 women were reading a seven-page, single-spaced timeline of Mormon feminist history. “This faith that we love,” said Colleen Goodsell when she finished reading, “sometimes it slaps us in the face.”
For Anne Wunderli, their greatest setback was when the church, in 1970, took control of the budget of the Relief Society, the church-wide women’s organization. Before then, women of the church raised their own money and decided how to spend it. “We went from an empowerment situation to an infantilizing situation,” said Wunderli. The others agreed.
literally the most boring question imaginable, you should start doing drugs or something to spice up your life:
Q. Stolen Scarf: Seven or eight years ago, when I was in graduate school, I was in a small group meeting and another member of the group forgot her scarf at a meeting at my home. I thought it was beautiful, and not thinking much about it, I neglected to return it to her. I knew it was wrong, and I felt a little guilty about it, but she never asked if anyone had seen it, or knew where it was. Today, as I was pulling warm clothes out of my storage, I found the scarf and immediately felt a little guilty. What should I do with this scarf? I could send it back to her, but would that be weird? Do I fess up?
I used the firing of the racist dude as an excuse to get satellite radio, which I have always wanted and enjoyed in rental cars, so I listen to Hits 1 literally every second I am in my car (Morning MashUp 4 Lyfe), and as a result, have heard the new One Direction single MORE THAN A FEW TIMES.
The death of Maria Fernandes and the struggles of part-time workers:
“The image that these fast-food empires create of ‘Well, most of our people are just high school students and they are just trying to make a couple of extra dollars after they get out of school every day’ is a total bullshit,” says James Reif, partner at Gladstein, Reif & Meginniss, LLP. His firm is suing McDonald’s in a wage-theft case.
“Most part-time workers don’t want to work part-time. They want to work full-time,” says Reif. “If you look at McDonald’s workforce, the vast majority of people are not only not of high school age, they could be in their 30s or 40s or whatever. They could’ve been working there for years and they are always looking to work more time.”
I know Bugsy Siegel didn’t actually look like Warren Beatty, but I always EXPECT him to. Also, maybe these people know who killed him, but probably not:
Robbie, a 71-year-old realtor, hands me a sheaf of yellowed newspaper clippings about his dad, Moe (“Czar of Vegas,” reads one headline). A treasured business card is embossed with Moe’s name and a glossy red bird. “The Flamingo,” it says. “Vice-president.” In the 1930s and ’40s, Bee and Moe lived a glamorous L.A. life. They had a huge Beverly Hills mansion with maids upstairs and down, a Cadillac custom painted to match Bee’s copper hair, a 5-carat diamond that hung on a chain around Bee’s neck. Now Robbie’s parents and their fortune are long gone, and he is the keeper of the artifacts they left behind. His second wife, Renee, joins us at the table as he pulls out a taped two-hour interview that his mother granted to documentary filmmakers in 1993. Most of the interview ended up on the cutting room floor, but there’s good stuff there, Robbie says. Next he offers me a ragged Xerox copy of a 79-page typewritten book proposal, which his mother called Bugsy’s Little Lunatic. The book was not written; the proposal never went to market.
The Toast was proud to sponsor this all-female ski movie. In that I sponsored it on our behalf and then told Mallory about it substantially later. I like skiing, and women, and ski movie, and they are so dude-heavy with, like, one “girl who skis like a dude,” I could take it no longer. SHRUG EMOTICON CREED ARMS.
