The Supreme Judicial Court ruled that a man accused of taking “upskirt” photos of women on the MBTA did nothing illegal, based on how state law is written.
"In an entertainment world where women are disappearing from multiplexes, where men bulk up as superheroes while women don’t eat but sip pink drinks, we need to remember that there was once a very short heroine who hunted monsters and talked about Einstein, who kicked ass and questioned her faith, who went to work with a man she loved but didn’t rip his shirt off over lunch, who didn’t want to believe, but opened herself nonetheless to possibility. We need Scully back, even for a moment." (x)
The New York Times ran an op-ed piece by PhD-to-be philosopher-neuroscientist-psychologist Adam Shriver, from Washington University in St Louis.
"What’s perhaps even more pitiable about Mr. Shriver’s theory is the perpetuation of the anthropocentric machine that landed these animals in the cage in the first place. Adam, we should all be ashamed. Even when we try to help these animals we further their demise.”"The problem is not factory farming. The problem is animal use. Stop looking for the "humane" way to do the morally wrong thing. Go vegan."
Can a sister get a ‘HELL FUCKIN YEAH!’ For my buddy Scott, who protected a woman from her abusive ex! Scott was in the hospital for 8 days! The Asshat attacked him with a box cutter. Nose cut 3/4”, stabbed in the arm (16 stitches), the slash across his chest went through to his left lung puncturing it (30 staples)… He is much better now, but he has a lot of nerve damage across his chest and forearm where he was stabbed. He’s got a long way to go. Let’s see how many reblogs/RTs we can get for this BAMF!
“How would you feel if Mommy and Daddy had aborted you?” one of the protesters, a man, asks, crouching down to the child’s height. The little boy shies and turns away; his mother, her eyes straight ahead, wraps her arm around him and says nothing.
I strive for a less martial language to describe my feelings about escorting. I try to discover within me an alphabet of understanding, so I can form words and sentences of, if not optimism, at least patience: this is America. The Constitution protects freedom of speech. But instead I see bowed heads, frightened or tearful eyes, women with their hoods up and headphones in, trying to sneak into the clinic like they’re criminals. The stink of shame hangs over the place like smog, and I am powerless to dissipate it. This is what it is like for women to access medical care in one of the most liberal cities in the country; when I think of this, rage rises up inside me and I choke on it.