“God gave us these mountains, He put coal in there to give us jobs.”—If you’re confused about why America is so divided on e.g. coal and environmentalism, this line says it all. It also encapsulates how Christmas dinners with my uncle have been the past few years. (via)
Ira Glass:I am such a do-goody, people-pleasing kid — or I was — I don't think I've ever been fired, not even from an ice cream shop, magician for kids' parties, not even in my early jobs in radio. I was a temp secretary for a long time and I went at it with a passion and I tried to do a nice job in all my jobs. So sorry I'm not helping your angle at all.
New York Magazine:Jill Abramson was fired.
Ira Glass:I have no idea what you're talking about.
New York Magazine:Jill Abramson got fired from the New York Times.
Ira Glass:Okay. And she was who?
New York Magazine:The executive editor.
Ira Glass:Okay. I read the newspaper, but I live in my own little bubble. When did that happen?
New York Magazine:Wednesday. And it's been a massive … the blogosphere is going wild.
Ira Glass:I hate reading media news so I actively sort of — I'm not interested in someone getting fired. No disrespect to people that are, but I literally had no idea who she was, or that she got fired until this moment.
New York Magazine:Really?
Ira Glass:Yeah. I live in my own little world and we're putting together a show that we're putting up at the Brooklyn Academy of Music; I was rewriting the thing here at the Peabody's that I'm doing today and we are doing a radio show, so it has been pretty busy. I'm so sorry that was either the worst possible quote or a possibly useful quote. Am I, like, the only person in New York who hasn't heard this?
New York Magazine:Maybe.
Ira Glass:Well, I take that with pride.
New York Magazine:She was the first female editor of the New York Times.
New York Magazine:It was this big unceremonious firing.
Ira Glass:Honestly, like, I'm a superfan of the New York Times, but I know nothing about how they put it together and I really don't care.
As you may have noticed, LA is heating up for the summer. Shockingly, I’m wearing warm weather clothing as a result, and the constant, aggressive catcalls are really getting me down. I’ve gotten seven in the past four days, including one guy who thought it was cool to put his hands on me. The worst ones are the assholes in cars who I can’t even respond to before they’re gone. The dehumanization is really fucking me up, and seeing as I’m not going to start wearing parkas around town in this triple digit heat, I need to figure out how to cope with these kinds of encounters. Do you have any advice?
I’ve replied to similar questions in the past with simply, “Shoot them in the face,” and while that answer is deeply gratifying to fantasize about, it doesn’t actually do anyone any good.
So, in the spirit of doing something deeply gratifying, I want you all to start recording these assholes. The next time some misogynistic fuckwit starts catcalling, whip out your camera phone and snap his fucking picture.
Take photos. Shoot video. Whatever works, just document as much as you can without jeopardizing your safety, and then submit the photos or video here along with a detailed description of the incident.
If I get enough submissions, I’ll start regularly publishing them, and through a delicious blend of social media and karmic retribution, we can take the power away from street harassers by openly shaming them on the internet.
I hate sounding like one of those self-aggrandizing white knight types, but I’ll be god damned if it doesn’t steam me when some fellow hasn’t been taught any manners. If I can’t throw eggs, I’ll give this camera-phone thing a shot.