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Me too. I think that was an effective scene, though—because it a nice lady ended up a bunny-killing savage. Michigan.

I’m old. This stuff is identical to when I was in grad school (in a relatively woman-friendly discipline) decades ago. Two junior faculty in my department went through pregnancies at the same time. Everybody—down to undergraduate majors—knew one of them was totally fucked career-wise, because it was talked about more

For what it’s worth, I have once seen AAUP do something useful. At my husband’s place (urban 13, R1) it managed to negotiate a decent multi-year contract right before the state enacted right-to-work. But advocacy for junior faculty isn’t even a thing, because it’s controlled by incredibly senior faculty who could give

Thanks for reminding me of Roger and Me. Those rabbits. I think some of my cousins in Flint went. If a bunch of snotty eight year old suburban kids thought it was a bad idea...

It’s insane. The monthly water bills of Flint households have been higher than my quarterly bill for locally-treated water in Ann Arbor. We safely cook with and shower in ours. Flint can’t be billing based on consumption of potable water. Did they jack stormwater rates up fourfold?

Unto insulting and completely irrelevant. Then again, Whole Foods, Shinola, and Jack White’s store have among them given hope to the entire population of Detroit, so hey.

Not insane, certainly well-meant, but utopian. People under severe economic stress have neither the time nor energy to collect rainwater and get it into their houses—let alone “invest in a rain barrel.” And though quantities of bottled water are now available and are being distributed at no cost, those donations

This can’t be blamed on the Flint River. When the water switched from the Detroit system to the river, changes needed to be made in how the water was treated. Had anybody thought about this and just analyzed the water, there were what I understand to be not particularly esoteric and relatively inexpensive changes to

Remember Autoworld?

Yes to this. Once the first emergency manager was appointed, Flint’s elected officials became a puppet government. Michigan’s big on emergency managers. Witness the state of Detroit’s public school system, where the infrastructure is literally crumbling and where some schools don’t allow students to take home

He doesn’t have a front porch per se. He’s got the 2nd and 3rd floor of a building that underwent a multi-million renovation of what was once office space on Main Street in Ann Arbor. Can’t miss the place—it’s between Washington and Liberty, the strip where “murderer” is written on the sidewalk. I have however been on

Thank you for waiting until the second sentence to interject yourself into an article. Admirable restraint. Maybe that could have waited until your comment where you talk about your own experience, but then I guess you wouldn’t have been able to to uppercase the pronoun.

Compounding this is what Flint charged residents for water—the average monthly bill was three times higher than what it costs me for properly treated water from the river in my city, which has a relatively high cost of living for Michigan. This was during the period when Flint residents were using as little water as

Flint finally went back to Detroit’s system last fall.

It matters to your kid. Trust someone who was given her grandmother’s mittel-europaeische name. As a child, I’d much rather have had one of the English-language variants. I’ve grown into it, but I decided years ago to stop correcting mispronunciations. Spelling it remains tedious—my last name is short, but often

I noticed someone else mistook him for a Jack. He’s a very versatile model. His ears do seem to be in “greyhound-thinking-is-this-edible?” mode.

This is the perfect place, because that’s a beautiful greyhound picture.

Four or five of ‘em. Wpedia has two St Damians of Alexandria, but one has only a single-line entry so I’m not positive there were two. Can’t find my old copy of Butler’s Lives so I can’t confirm. The Anglicans don’t count the leper.

Heaven knows it didn’t do poor Damian Echols (of the West Memphis 3) much good. Crappy name for an innocent teenager who was falsely convicted of murder in part because the DA painted him as all Satany.