First, let me say that I’m a fan of Wendy Davis. I look forward to reading her recently debuted memoir, Forgetting to Be Afraid, and I admire her amazing energy, her dedication to public service, and her impeccable choice in footwear while filibustering for 11 hours in the Texas Senate last year. I’m way thrilled that she’s running a tough race to become the first Democratic governor of Texas in two decades.
No, my problem isn’t with Davis at all — or even with the way she candidly detailed her abortion experiences in her book.
But we have come to the point where, like rape, and domestic violence, and so many other “women’s stories, there’s the ‘good” story—the acceptable one, the defensible one, the OK to discuss one — and the others. Women still have to justify their choices about their bodies, their sex partners, and who they allow (or don’t) to punch them in the face. Keep reading »
As a human being, this news story repulses me. As a dog owner who thinks of Lucca as my child, it sends a murderous rage pump through my veins. Police say Ryan Eddy Watenpaugh, 34, of Palo Cedro, California, killed his ex-girlfriend’s dog and fed it to her, the last disgusting act in a string of abusive and stalking behavior. I’m just gonna copy and paste The Sacramento Bee‘s summation of the crime because I cannot handle typing it in my own words: Keep reading »
I mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to explain why Urban Outfitters stopped selling this bloody Kent State sweatshirt. The question is, why were they selling it in the first place? [People]
Well, this is all sorts of fucked up. “Django Unchained” actress Daniele Watts, who is Black, claims she was “handcuffed and detained” by Los Angeles police last week, after she was approached and asked to show ID because she was kissing her husband, who is white, in public. Watts posted the following on her Facebook page:
Today I was handcuffed and detained by 2 police officers from the Studio City Police Department after refusing to agree that I had done something wrong by showing affection, fully clothed, in a public place.
When the officer arrived, I was standing on the sidewalk by a tree. I was talking to my father on my cell phone. I knew that I had done nothing wrong, that I wasn’t harming anyone, so I walked away.
A few minutes later, I was still talking to my dad when 2 different police officers accosted me and forced me into handcuffs.
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The good people of Vancouver were none too pleased at a new piece of artwork that appeared in view of the city’s SkyTrain commuters: a nine-foot-tall, bright red, naked, erect Satan statue, who saluted viewers with one hand while (you might say devilishly) reaching for his penis with the other. The Lord Of Darkness appeared courtesy of a guerilla artist whose identity is still unknown. The city removed Satan from the Grandview-Woodlands neighborhood with a terse statement: “The statue was not a piece of City commissioned artwork and consequently it has been removed.” [New York Daily News; Van City Buzz]