Books are pretty flawless, technology wise.
No lag, high resolution, no battery.
"I don’t want to lose time thinking, I’m not good enough, I’m not pretty enough and my dance is not good enough. I just want to dance. I want to try everything on stage. I don’t want to lose time."
- Aurélie Dupont x
We are pretty bummed to announce that Barbara and Pat the Cat are not likely to become friends. Good news for someone though, because Barb is the sweetest cat ever. Super friendly and chill, you can pick her up and touch her paws. She knows to scratch a scratching post and not furniture. She is very tiny, half the size of Pat for those who have Pat. And bonus - she chases her tail for upwards of 10 minutes at a time. It is the cutest. If you’ve been looking to adopt a cat you could not find a better one!
If I weren’t allergic, I’d adopt Barb in a heartbeat. Let’s help her find an NYC home.
Dear internet: a few weeks ago we rescued this sweet little cat from the street that we dubbed Barbara. Unfortunately our cat Pat does not like having another cat in our house so we have to find another home for Barb. She’s gotten all of her shots and a clean bill of health from the vet and needs a good home to go to. She’s the nicest cat you could ask for, so if you think you’d like to adopt her let me know.
Signal boost. This cute cat needs an NYC home!
The city hall building in the Spanish city of Valladolid has been wrapped around with bras — and it’s pretty amazing.
The dramatic display of undergarments was carried out Monday after hundreds of people converged on the building and chained bras to its pillars. The evocative protest was in response to highly sexist and insensitive comments recently by the city’s mayor, Francisco Javier León de la Riva,
It doesn’t much matter what line of argument you take as a woman. If you venture into traditional male territory, the abuse comes anyway. It’s not what you say that prompts it—it’s the fact that you are saying it.
There are glances in Zurich, where I am spending the summer, and there are glances in New York City, which has been my home for fourteen years. There are glances all over Europe and in India, and anywhere I go outside Africa. The test is how long the glances last, whether they become stares, with what intent they occur, whether they contain any degree of hostility or mockery, and to what extent connections, money, or mode of dress shield me in these situations. To be a stranger is to be looked at, but to be black is to be looked at especially.