A good handful of black people see a lot of economic upside when it comes to football. They just also have to deal with, you know, debilitating injuries and structural racism and so on. Turns out economic upside isn’t the end-all and be-all.
A good handful of black people see a lot of economic upside when it comes to football. They just also have to deal with, you know, debilitating injuries and structural racism and so on. Turns out economic upside isn’t the end-all and be-all.
But isn’t that what we’re talking about here? The Japanese government wants people who do paid events to be required to license the IP they are making money from. The “what about amateurs?” thing seems like a red herring to me.
Lots of stuff is boring. The problem with facts is that they occasionally challenge my emotional reactions or unexamined beliefs.
Why people get demoted rather than dismissed is just beyond me.
I might be even harder on Red Lobster than others, because I grew up within a mile of the ocean in what could be described as a fishing town. My father worked in the restaurant industry. I have never lived more than ~50 miles from the ocean, and in fact most of my life I have lived less than one mile from it.
Bo Dega is an acceptable name for a drag queen, extra points if her schtick is wearing her hair in cornrows and she’s white
The documentary more or less agrees with this take. I thought the doc did not do a great job putting Feinstein’s actions in context; they show footage of her press conference and then let the detectives go on at length about how much Feinstein wrecked their investigation, etc, leaving only this one SF cop to mention…
Maybe at one point that posture was a clumsy attempt to look taller, but these days it’s just the go-to pose for rich white women in fancy clothes.
I don’t think it’s his posture so much as the fit of the suit. It’s the Brooks Brothers look - your pants are not slim fit (lol what is that) so your ass looks huge, and your jacket is three sizes too big in the waist and the shoulders, so you look kind of like Frankenstein’s monster. Clothes like this just hang off…
lol what
Honestly we don’t need Regina King to tell us that our nation’s police forces, military, and congressional leadership are full of violent anti-democratic racists
When I was in college I was in a men’s chorus and we sang a lot of great sea chanties. The best ones were Alice Parker/Robert Shaw arrangements; I recall one concert where we sang one of their most amazing arrangements of a slow/sad one, with big beautiful spaced out chords and suspensions, and a woman in the front…
Not to start an argument, but I’m wondering where you saw that graphic because I remember a lot of predictions in the 500,000 range as well as worst-case scenarios of up to 2m (meaning no social distancing, no mask mandates, etc.)
Wouldn’t it be amazing if, say, prisoners were paid even half of the federal minimum wage for their work (which would already be more than 5x their current pay), and could then get out into society again with a small but meaningful chunk of money and (gasp) maybe even some advice or support on how to most effectively…
I can’t help but think that a celebrity with a particular brand that she guards and maintains carefully just doesn’t want to be sucked into the whirlwind of hatred and negativity just for “resistance” cred. Particularly if all the public dragging in the world by a not-directly-involved in-law may embarrass the…
I have to wonder how much Sourdoh really knows about this friend; sometimes the “Spanish” thing absolutely is a survival strategy and sometimes it’s a defiant declaration of identity from people who carefully track their heritage back to Spain and don’t want to be grouped with other ethnicities (which of course can…
Huh? My story? . . . . okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child.
This is, I assume, a joke - but let’s not kid ourselves. At least one of these people is going to be in congress after the 2022 elections.
I have one, single, vivid memory of eating a piece of a vienetta when I was a kid. I also have one, single, vivid memory of eating jello 1-2-3. I’m pretty sure both of these momentous occasions happened around the same time, likely in 1991.
paper plates also do the trick