Fine then you won’t mind if I follow you around your job all day filming you. And, no...we don’t.
Fine then you won’t mind if I follow you around your job all day filming you. And, no...we don’t.
Oh but it's tradition! Did you feel the eye roll that went along with that?
Methinks people read way too much into things. Here was my thought process...take the Boston Marathon backdrop out of this and replace it with a city street corner. Would I think it was creepy if somebody just stood there kissing rando dudes? Yes. I said the notion was creepy, not the person so I don’t see how that…
So about those racist hoop skirts...
Oh my effing gawd did I get torn to pieces on a local news site for saying I thought kissing a stranger was creepy because you don’t know where those lips have been. A slew of far too many romance novel reading ladies felt the need to tell me how mean spirited and unromantic I am. A bit of a germaphobe perhaps, but…
I'm not too far from Wellsley. A good friend of mine teaches there. High five on running two marathons! I can't run two errands without wanting a nap.
Painting all police officers with one broad brush is a very narrow view. It’s no better than saying all African American males are thugs so we should just start arresting them all just in case they decide to commit a crime. It’s guilty until proven innocent and that is definitely NOT a precedent we want to set either.
Exactly. She had no reason to be filming anything. People get outraged about stuff that isn’t worth even getting mildly upset about because the media has convinced them this is how they should feel. It’s fashionable to hate cops now. Good job media!
Yeah, I recall being severely hungover one morning and my mom making as much noise as possible to mess with me. She giggled every time she let fridge door shut on it’s own. To her credit, when she put eggs and sausage in front of me and I ran from the table stifling vomit she did come and hold my hair back.
Thank you. So true. I have come to accept what I call my “Target moments” that occur around Mother’s Day, Christmas, or any other random day. I see the card display for Mother’s Day and have to run to the empty gluten free aisle and have a quick cry. Christmas is full blown weeping.
You guys making this argument seem to think only the police will be subject to this. Not one person arguing here has addressed the ramifications of the precedent being set. You’ve just glossed over my comments on that conveniently. Such singular narrow views say “I have a problem with cops and I’m not taking any other…
My Wifecation is coming up, I might be calling you. Drunk and possibly sunburned.
In other words, we do what we do best in America....put panic policy in place instead of coming up with rational, long-term solutions. Awesome.
I’m simply questioning the precedent that it sets. And what about this situation specifically do we “need to know”? If it was just a routine arrest then why do we “need” to know about it?
This is why they should all be required to wear their own cams while on duty with no off switch available. And I don’t see any indication in this article that any Marshal was doing something wrong which is why I question why she felt the need to film at all. Not saying his response was appropriate of course.
She sounds like the best. It's so much easier for everyone this way.
That's awesome. High five cool dad!
Open and safe line of communication for everything. She was truly ahead of her time and she kept her promise not to judge, freak out, and lecture. She was a great mom in that respect. Aw fudge, my mascara is all down my face now. I lost her when I was (fuck I'm old) 35.
Did you read the part where I said I don’t condone this guys actions? I completely agree that it was wrong in this instance.
My mom had one rule about drugs and drinking. If you're going to do it, never ever be afraid to call me if you can't drive or are in some other trouble. She was not giving me permission to do either one and had made it clear she wasn't going to hesitate to make my life a living hell as a result of my shenanigans. It…