A depiction of my evening in gif form.
Just a friendly reminder that Queen was probably the ballerest band to ever exist and this music video is out of control.
Very cool. I’m always struck by how much more road exists than gets used.*
*plowed. I think this picture presents a misconception that cars don’t drive on these spots. They’re not driving on those spots because they weren’t adequately salted and/or plowed, which means snow accumulates there. Anybody who’s ever almost got taken out by a cab nearly jumping the curb knows full well cars use the whole road…and the sidewalk…and sometimes storefronts…in this city.
I don’t entirely agree. I’ve been out and about in the city at all phases of snow this winter, and when there’s an inch on the ground and nary a plow to be seen, cars still tend to keep to much tighter tracks than you’d assume looking at the roads. Obviously, it’s easier to drive in the path forged by those ahead of you (in driving as in life), but I think it does point to what spaces are available for what could be a more efficient allotment of space.
Very cool. I’m always struck by how much more road exists than gets used.
Day 7: A ship arrives, from where it is not apparent, as Seattle continues to appear isolated from all other civilizations. I begin to doubt that even I came from elsewhere. Perhaps this is all there is. (at Olympic Sculpture Park)
I’m definitely into the boardgame store & bar combo that seems to pervade Seattle. I had to remind myself that I’d have to carry home whatever I bought. (at Cafe Mox)
Pine-scented fireball (at Golden Gardens Park)
About 40 miles north of the Irvine headquarters of In‑N‑Out Burger, the noonday sun makes the gritty industrial landscape of Baldwin Park simmer like a Double-Double fresh off the grill.
Hulking tractor-trailers emblazoned with the fast-food chain’s familiar logo navigate the narrow asphalt arteries of a sprawling warehouse complex that serves as In‑N‑Out’s distribution center, a short distance from the spot where Harry and Esther Snyder opened their long-since-shuttered first stand back in 1948.
A tour bus contingent of Asian visitors, apparently fresh from lunch at an In‑N‑Out on the edge of the complex, is now milling about in front of the In‑N‑Out University training center, snapping photos and perusing the classic car-themed memorabilia in the company gift store.
The visitors’ fascination with a regional hamburger chain is no surprise, considering that over the years, In‑N‑Out—whose freshly-made, premium burgers are famously craved by Hollywood luminaries and rock stars—has become an enduring part of California’s mystique.
The sightseers don’t seem to notice an SUV pulling up. It contains a trim, athletic blonde in a chic black-on-black ensemble accessorized by a stylishly chunky rose-gold Michael Kors wristwatch and a necklace with a glittering Star of David pendant.
She is just 31, but Bloomberg News recently valued the company she controls at $1.1 billion, making her the youngest woman with a 10-digit net worth in America. Forbes estimates her wealth at $500 million. (via Meet Lynsi Snyder, president of In-N-Out)
"Anne Bonny and Mary Read were pirates, as renowned for their ruthlessness as for their gender, and during their short careers challenged the sailors’ adage that a woman’s presence on shipboard invites bad luck."
Sculpture by Erik Christianson.
I’m not entirely sure that the statue really needed to have a tit out.
How dare women try to have nipples.
Actually I’ve seen this before and I can tell you— it’s because these women were bad ass pirates and when they killed someone they’d expose one or both breasts so that when their victim died, (s)he knew that they were killed by a woman.
ACTUALLY Anne Bonny purposely wore loose fitting clothes and displayed her breasts openly at all times during battle - mainly because men were distracted by them, and she took pleasure in killing said men while they were too busy staring at her breasts. Mary Read dressed mainly as a man (after posing as her deceased brother, Mark, for the entirety of her childhood) and both ladies cross-dressed from time to time, hopping between ships. They were known as the ‘fierce hell cats’ due to their ferocious tempers, and were key elements to Captain ‘Calico Jack’ Rackham’s crew - they were the only two known female pirates in the Golden Age of Caribbean piracy. IN FACT, when the ship was captured by the British Navy, Anne and Mary were the ONLY TWO pirates who fought while the males of the crew hid - they were all tried to be hung as pirates but Bonny and Read were both pregnant and were pardoned.
Calico Jack was a lover to Bonny, and as he was to be hung, Bonny’s final words to him were, “Had you fought like a man, you need not be hung like a dog.” Bonny and Read were possibly two of the most badass fucking pirates and they were FEMALE. The more you know.
Totally had an ale named after Anne Bonny and it was delicious. But not quite as delicious as this amazing story of lady pirates.
This is why when I decided to buy a pirate flag, I bought Calico Jack’s. Because these two were among the most badass of pirates to ever sail the seven seas. (Also it’s a pretty cool flag cuz it’s got crosses swords under the skull.)
IF YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT THIS SHIT THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING
This is the most important thing to happen to our generation.
I spent Saturday night like I’m sure many twenty-something ladies in Brooklyn do: I cracked open a bottle of chardonnay and sat down to watch Gone With The Wind on Turner Classic Movies. I had never seen the film before, and I was blown away by how progressive it was, particularly given that it was made in 1939 about the Civil War from the perspective of the South! Miss Scarlett is a very strong woman, the likes of which never seem to make it to the screen anymore, and while the subject matter is obviously a little racist, there were still more black characters with speaking roles than I’ve seen in many modern Hollywood productions.
Obviously, being so blown away by the film (and maybe a little tipsy), my next step was to log onto Facebook and post about it. And while scrolling through my newsfeed, I saw that a friend had shared a link to the Daily Beast discussing the veracity of the oft-cited statistic, most recently employed by the President in his State of the Union address, that American women make 77 cents for every man’s dollar. The title of the piece may give you a clue as to its position on the topic: No, Women Don’t Make Less Money Than Men. I wasn’t going to link to it, because money talks and the internet’s currency is page views (no matter what those Dogecoin enthusiasts say), but if I’m going to use the same statistics it cites, you might as well have a look. It is one of the most regressive pieces of pseudo-journalism I’ve read lately, and because I know Facebook is the best place for reasoned debate and thoughtful discussion, I commented furiously.
In the ensuing exchange, I was not surprised to find that there are people who deny that there is a systematic inequity in the way men and women are compensated in the workplace. I was, however, disappointed to discover that one of those people was someone whom I’d always thought of as reasonable, a person for whom logic and evidence trumps gut feelings and emotional reactions. I was also disappointed to find the author of the article in question was a woman, as I like to think that most women, particularly those in careers that have been public battlegrounds of feminist achievement such as journalism (see also: Nora Ephron, Gloria Steinem), have a sense of history, or at least of intelligent self-interest.
So in light of these realizations: that perhaps not everyone is as well-educated on some of the plights of the working woman, and that some people might be led astray in the name of healthy skepticism, I present a summary of the case for the existence of a wage gap, and an employment gap, and an overall shitty situation for women who are trying to get theirs on the job.