Hey, remember that time Rupaul hung out with Nirvana, Courtney, and baby Frances Bean?
Texas is a pro-fetus state, but not a good place to be a child or other non-corporate, non-male, non-white entity.
Texas has one of the highest maternal mortality rates in the United States along with the fourth highest teenage pregnancy rate in the nation and the number of low-birth weight babies and children born bereft of any prenatal care has been rising steadily since the 1990s. Texas infant mortality rate among some groups looks like something out of the 19th century and a child under the age of one dies every three hours.
25% of Texas children live in poverty (10% in “extreme” poverty, <less than 250% of the federal poverty level) and Texas rates 42 in expenditures for education (spending 2.5x more on prison inmates per capita). On average 29% of 2 yr olds are not fully immunized and only 55% of the families eligible for SNAP and other essential assistance receive it and that is not because they are too “proud” to request it. In 2012, 64,937 children were victims of neglect or abuse and Texas has the second highest number of children awaiting adoption while living in foster care the United States.
Texas’s right wing “conservative” politicians might be pro-fetus, but there’s not a shred of evidence to suggest that they’ve ever been pro-life."
Dr. Mari Nicholson-Preuss
aka my badass boss.
4th of July in SF
bagels, bike ride, farmer’s market, protest, dinner at punk rock bar serving lamb burgers with manchego cheese, art gallery party, neighborhood block party … good day in San Francisco
Desire - “Under Your Spell”, from the Drive soundtrack.
the surprise mid-song conversation in this version just kills me a little bit. can everyone just leave me alone forever please, thanks.
Cheers to getting out of bed at 1:00 pm.
Austin just lost a little bit of its soul with the passing of Leslie Cochran. Our semi-official City motto is “Keep Austin Weird,” and Leslie was always at the forefront of true ATX Weirdness as our beloved cross-dressing, semi-homeless icon of pride, panache and protest. He prowled SOCO and 6th Street with better-looking legs than Cyd Charisse, ran for Mayor countless times (and nearly won), battled police brutality and oppression and generally reminded us that we should be kind and tolerant to one another despite our exterior differences. In this town, it was perfectly normal to see Leslie eating lunch with a State Senator while wearing a pink tutu and a thong.
I met Leslie many years ago while riding the bus. We use to sit together each morning and work on the NY Times crossword puzzle. Once, we got stuck on the name of some Russian author, and after some thought we simultaneously hollered “TOLSTOY!” so loud we scared half the people on the bus out of their wits. That became our greeting in the ensuing years. I’d pass him on the street and yell TOLSTOY! out the window - he’d see me at some festival and do the same.
In 2009, somebody beat the crap out of Leslie and left him on the side of the road to die. He didn’t - but he never really recovered from the head injuries he sustained and suffered several strokes as a result. Nonetheless, he still made his rounds, posing for pictures, signing autographs, and hawking his private line of dress-up refrigerator magnets. He’s on my freezer door now, dressed in a leopard-print mini, walking an armadillo. This town just won’t be the same without him.
#2 Stanford vs #12 Texas … First time that Stanford has swept Texas, nevertheless, always a nice afternoon with fellow longhorns. #longhorns #Texas
Happy birthday, canned beer! 77 years ago this week, you were born.
Seventy-seven years ago this week, a new product appeared that would forever change the way Americans drank: canned beer. A scant two years after the end of Prohibition, Americans were thirsty. While canned food had been a longtime staple of American sustenance, beer had proven more challenging — the pressure of the fizzy beverage tended to burst tin cans. But after much experimentation and innovation, one can company found a way to package beer, and in doing so, created a classic American beverage.
There is nothing natural or inevitable about what’s considered a “normal” 40-hour work week.
The Case For A 21-Hour Work Week
It would create jobs and stop the unsustainable cycle of rampant consumerism. Sure, it would also require a wholesale reordering of our economy, but that might happen whether we like it or not.
I’m willing to give this a try.
— Retired New York Supreme Court Judge Karen Smith, working as a legal observer after the raids on Zucotti Park this Tuesday, via Paramilitary Policing of Occupy Wall Street: Excessive Use of Force amidst the New Military Urbanism (via seriouslyamerica)