The St. Petersburg Times recently published an article online, announcing the death of Neil Alan Smith, who was struck by car while riding his bicycle. The car did not stop.
Included in the article was the information that Mr. Smith had worked at the Crab Shack as a dishwasher for ten years. And this elicited the following comment from a reader:
A man who is working as a dishwasher at the Crab Shack at the age of 48 is surely better off dead.
After deleting the comment from the site, the paper followed up with a story about Mr. Smith. Please read it, though preferably not while you’re at work (i.e. get out your handkerchiefs).
Hit-and-run victim was quiet and dependable, co-workers say
St. Petersburg Times via The Awl
As a self-satisfied atheist, I quite enjoyed the NYT article the other day, in which it was revealed that atheists and agnostics scored highest in a test about knowledge of religion.
Though I enjoyed the following correction even more:
An article on Tuesday about a poll in which Americans fared poorly in answering questions about religion misspelled the name of a beatified Roman Catholic nun and Nobel Peace Prize winner. She was Mother Teresa, not Theresa.
Jhesus Christ! I guess some what-research-has-proved-to-be-stupid-Christian wrote the original article.
via The Awl
In Minnesota and Indiana, two fifteen year old boys committed suicide after being subject to unrelenting anti-gay bullying and harassment. The rate of suicide among gay teens is four-times that of their straight peers.It’s a distressing and sobering statistic…
Dan Savage just recently started a campaign on Youtube aimed at LGBT youth called It Gets Better – gay men and lesbians telling the stories of their own difficult years as teenagers. And reminding kids to stick it out – because it does, in fact, get better.
Looking back on my own childhood and adolescence, I suppose I was in some ways lucky. I grew up in San Francisco, which made the process of coming to terms with my sexual orientation easier – I knew that I wasn’t the the only queer on the planet; I have a family that loves me (though those years were not a cakewalk for any of us – I mean, I was a teenager!); and by the time I got to high school, I’d managed to carve out a niche for myself with all the other misfits who gravitated to drama and choir.
But I still remember being called “faggot” on a regular basis in the hallways; getting shoved up against lockers; having my books scattered on the floor by some smirking dumb jock; avoiding certain areas of my school (not to mention the bathrooms! I think there were one or two “safe” ones); and getting hit or punched a few times, though never actually beat up. All of it was terrifying – people who I didn’t even know wanted to hurt me or be cruel to me based solely on their perception of my sexual orientation (an orientation I didn’t really figure out until I was 17).
But after high school, it did indeed get better. Once in college, I became more and more comfortable in my own skin. I gradually came out to my family (none of whom were particularly surprised by my revelation – and all of whom responded with the fact that their love for me remained unchanged). I made friends, straight and gay, who were interested in me as a person and unconcerned with my sexuality. I had boyfriends, good and bad – when I was in my 20s, I even moved to NYC with one of the good ones for a couple of years. And happily he remains a good friend, even these many years after we finished being boyfriends…
And now I’ve been back in SF for nearly 20 years, my beautiful hometown, living a life that is by no means perfect, but that is pretty gosh-darned swell. My family are all close by and keeping me happy; I’m still amazed by the friends I’ve been lucky enough to surround myself with and who bring me joy and laughter (and who get me when I complain); and I keep meeting new people from far and wide who teach me new things and remind me that getting older and wiser can be pretty freakin’ great. So, yes, it gets better…
Rapper Kid Cudi addresses his recent arrest for possession of “liquid cocaine:”
Just for the record, it bugged me out that people said it was liquid cocaine. No, I’m just fucking rich, and my blow comes in a jar. There was no liquid in it—that shit makes no sense.
from The Awl
I guess this would’ve been more appropriately posted on Saturday morning…
Years ago, I was in Macy’s Herald Square shopping for mattresses. The saleslady, who had a thick Brooklyn accent, was most helpful as she escorted us about. The highlight of this shopping adventure was when she showed me the three top-of-the-line models from one particular manufacturer:
Well, this is the Magnifique Grand… This is the Magnifique Luxury… And this is the Magnifique Epitome.
Apparently, she and Shia LaBeouf went to the same school.
I am also happy to report that I have never, ever mispronounced a word… Ahem.
I don’t know whether he paid off the writers or what, but Queen Tangerine (as Miss Kors is always referred to on Gawker) was on fire on tonight’s episode of Project Runway… To wit:
The dress is like a Xanax.
She looks like Miss Guatemala.
The only other accessory she needs is a wand.
Both dresses are so nursey on top…
Also, stupid awful Gretchen talked about her “point of views.” Ugh. The attorney-generals in all 50 states should indict her for offenses against the English language. And no passer-bys should be subject to her ill-formed plurals…
Plus! Mondo dressed himself as an extra from Newsies if it had been cast on Mars. So in love with him…