Rolling my eyes at this “Lost Cleveland” slideshow blurb about the Hofbrau House & how it would have been “a perfect retro-hip inclusion in the E. 55th St. revival.” Like, I’m so sorry that the fucking Hofbrau House got knocked down so that the Goodrich-Gannett Neighborhood Center could have a newer, larger, safer building in which to provide services to something like 1,900 youth, adults, and seniors? I’m so sorry you can’t go get an ironic beer and brat because the Hofbrau House was razed and replaced with a building for an org that provides senior transportation, early childhood education, food distribution, and MomsFirst programming to low-income neighborhood residents. Like you can’t just go up the street to Sterle’s if you want to eat a sausage and hear some polka? I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.
The only thing helping me to not feel terrible today about nothing in particular is the memory of the 8 groundhogs that I saw foraging for food at dusk while I was riding the rapid home the other night.
"There are consequences when you make a mistake like that. I stand behind Ray, he’s a heck of a guy, he’s done everything right since. He makes a mistake, he’s gonna have to pay a consequence. […] I think that’s good for kids to understand it works that way, that’s how it works, that’s how it should be." - John Harbaugh, NFL.com
Yeah, p cool for kids to understand that you can brutally beat your partner in the elevator of a public building, that it can be captured on camera and distributed widely for the whole world to see, and you will have to “pay the price” of SITTING OUT FOR TWO GAMES.
Kickstarter for a performance art piece that’s just me throwing copies of Lundy Bancroft’s Why Does He Do That? at John Harbaugh and Roger Goodell and every other rich old white man that wants to take my money and advertise to me and tell me “women are important to us” while also protecting the men who are publicly and privately brutalizing the women in their lives and working to preserve a culture that rewards domestic abusers.
Hey, ladies: get ready for the upcoming NFL season with your special Ray Rice jerseys, still in stock on NFL.com. Act fast, though; these won’t be around for long!
Seriously, so many feelings about women and football and domestic violence rn.
ETA: And literally screamed at my desk in exasperation/rage/defeat at the first comment, “Janay Rice prefers the purple because it goes with everything.”flames on the side of my face
"As a thought exercise, how many predators would have to be on the team [Notre Dame] before you no longer felt like cheering?" - Melinda Henneberger, quoted in "Notre Dame’s Real Dead Woman"
(This quote has been sitting in my drafts for a lifetime, but I returned to it today in light of the Ray Rice stuff & my ever conflicted feelings about being a girl who watches football. How do I negotiate my love of a sport and many of its players, the way that sports bolsters my sense of civic pride and identity, with the reality of the fact that both the NCAA and NFL refuse to hold their players accountable for very real charges of sexual assault and battery?)