Annie Loren, age 18, classic Cali girl, steps out of her house into the fresh cali air. “What a rad day to be alive” she says as she starts walking down the sidewalk. Just then a guy rides on his longboard towards her. They both exchange ‘hang ten’ signs. “Californians just get it” Annie says to herself. Continuing her walk she is approached by a drug dealer “Uh oh” thinks Annie. “Hey Annie, you want some weed?” “Weed” and thinks to herself and just then her Californian blood takes over. All she can see is high quality photos of different varieties of refer. All she can hear is Snoop Doggy Dogg’s Smoke Weed Everyday ft Dr. Dre. “Yes” Annie blurts out as if she had no control over her body. “Here you go. Grade A Cali Kush!” The drug dealer says. “Thank you!” Annie says and they both exchange “hang ten” signs. Another typical day in Cali for classic Cali girl Annie Loren!
Big shout out to Spotify for removing their best feature, the “related artists” tab
Aaaaannnnd spotify just became 100x less useful to me.
EDIT: Actually according to the spotifycares twitter account it looks like this might be a glitch somehow. That explains why when you open a new artist you can still see the old tab for a split second.
I find it weird that in general when someone is like goofy or outlandish at an awards show people talk about how relatable they are
but like… that’s not relatable for me at all.
Hey, who’s that dude sitting nervously in their seat who looks like they are sweating excessively and trying to blend the fuck in and hasn’t been able to be interviewed all night because as soon as it registers in their mind that the broadcast is going out to millions of people their face turns ghost and their voice won’t stop shaking? That dude is relatable as fuck.
So, I have this hoodie that I purchased with pre-cut short sleeves because I’m the worst person on earth and whenever I put it on I play Eye of the Tiger and put the hood up, like I’m about to start a sparring session, but then I just watch netflix.
So, initially this started as a different blog with a different name but I got bored with that and I had just finished undergrad and was working a shit job at a hospital and wanted to do something more with it.
So, I thought I would try and make this into some sort of aggregator tumblr of The Daily What variety and just post about current events with a brief commentary but basically try to make it this like some unnamed news site, and it was essentially going to be talking about whatever topics were “the new hotness” of the day. I know.
Anyway, I had a different icon already to go - a blue and yellow and purpleish thing that had the letters TNH inside a diagonal lightning bolt. I know.
And, what it boils down to is that the reason that didn’t happen was equal parts because I’m too lazy to ever follow through on that, it was a bad idea, and just because I love this Han Solo picture too much to ever use something else.
BREAKING NEWS - This just in. A teen has died after a failed attempt to compete in something known as the Selfie Olympics. We offer our strongest condolenc- Wait - no, I’m sorry. Sources confirm that those close to the teen have viewed this as a very successful attempt. Well, in that case I suppose congratulations are in order.
Last week’s massive spill of the toxic chemical MCHM into West Virginia’s Elk River illustrates another benefit to the business class of high unemployment, economic insecurity, and a safety-net shot through with holes. Not only are employees docile, eager to accept whatever job they can get. The public is also quiescent and unwilling to cause trouble.
The spill was the region’s third major chemical accident in five years, coming after two investigations by the federal Chemical Safety Board in the Kanawha Valley, also known as “Chemical Valley,” and repeated recommendations from federal regulators and environmental advocates that the state embrace tougher rules to better safeguard chemicals.
No action was ever taken. State and local officials turned a deaf ear. The storage tank that leaked, owned by Freedom Industries, hadn’t been inspected for decades.
But nobody complained.
Not even now, with the toxins moving down river toward Cincinnati, can the residents of Charleston and the surrounding area be sure their drinking water is safe — partly because the government’s calculation for safe levels is based on a single study by the manufacturer of the toxic chemical, which was never published, and partly because the West Virginia American Water Company, which supplies the drinking water, is a for-profit corporation that may not want to highlight any lingering danger.
So why wasn’t more done to prevent this, and why isn’t there more of any outcry even now?
The answer isn’t hard to find. As Maya Nye, president of People Concerned About Chemical Safety, a citizen’s group formed after a 2008 explosion and fire killed workers at West Virginia’s Bayer CropScience plant in the state, explained to the New York Times: “We are so desperate for jobs in West Virginia we don’t want to do anything that pushes industry out.”
I often heard the same refrain when I headed the U.S. Department of Labor. When we sought to impose a large fine on the Bridgestone-Firestone Tire Company for flagrantly disregarding workplace safety rules and causing workers at one of its plants in Oklahoma to be maimed and killed, for example, the community was solidly behind us — that is, until Bridgestone-Firestone threatened to close the plant if we didn’t back down. The threat was enough to ignite a storm of opposition to the proposed penalty from the very workers and families we were trying to protect. (We didn’t back down and Bridgestone-Firestone didn’t carry out its threat, but the political fallout was intense.)
For years political scientists have wondered why so many working class and poor citizens of so-called “red” states vote against their economic interests. The usual explanation is that, for these voters, economic issues are trumped by social and cultural issues like guns, abortion, and race.
I’m not so sure. The wages of production workers have been dropping for thirty years, adjusted for inflation, and their economic security has disappeared. Companies can and do shut down, sometimes literally overnight. A smaller share of working-age Americans hold jobs today than at any time in more than three decades.
People are so desperate for jobs they often don’t want to rock the boat. They don’t want rules and regulations enforced that might cost them their livelihoods. For them, any job is precious — sometimes even more precious than job safety or safe drinking water.
This is especially true in poorer regions of the country like West Virginia and through much of the South and rural America — so-called “red” states where the old working class has been voting Republican. Guns, abortion, and race are part of the explanation. But don’t overlook economic anxieties that translate into a willingness to vote for whatever it is that industry wants.
This may explain why Republican officials who have been casting their votes against unions, against expanding Medicaid, against raising the minimum wage, against extended unemployment insurance, and against jobs bills that would put people to work, continue to be elected. They obviously win the support of corporate patrons who want to keep unemployment high and workers insecure because a pliant working class helps their bottom lines. But they also, paradoxically, win the votes of many workers who are clinging so desperately to their jobs that they’re afraid of change and too cowed to make a ruckus.
The best bulwark against corporate irresponsibility is a strong and growing middle class. But in order to summon the political will to achieve it, we have to overcome the timidity that flows from economic desperation. It’s a diabolical chicken-and-egg conundrum at a the core of American politics today.
This bums me out so bad.
Also the fact that one of the worst environmental incidents in the US since Deepwater Horizon barely made a blip on the national scene.
He was shot and killed for texting during the previews—not the movie itself, the previews.
Two couples were among patrons at a matinee of “Lone Survivor” at the Grove 16 movie theater in Wesley Chapel, about 20 miles northeast of Tampa, when one of the men, a retired Tampa police officer, got angry because the man in front of him was using his phone during the previews, despite being asked to stop several times, said Douglas Tobin, a Pasco County sheriff’s office spokesman.
A witness told local television stations that the offended man stormed out to get a manager, but returned without one. The man using the phone explained to the irritated man that he was simply texting his 3-year-old daughter, the witness, Charles Cummings, told Tampa’s FOX 13 television.
“Three seconds, four seconds later, the argument starts again,” Mr. Cummings told reporters outside the theater. “Their voices start going up; there seems to be almost a confrontation. Somebody throws popcorn, I’m not sure who threw the popcorn, and, bang, he was shot.”
Texting is annoying, but shooting someone in a movie theater is far worse.