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I’m gonna wear a (not-blood-soaked) Kent State polo shirt to work today and see if it gets any comments.
I just recently heard “Shake It Off” for the first time because I’m good at avoiding popular music. The song is catchy and all, and I guess the song is about telling off her haters and so that’s cool I guess.
But if haters are hating on her, wouldn’t the better reaction be to actually shake it off, rather than to release a song that is basically just an announcement that you’re going to shake it off? Isn’t this just giving the haters more attention by singing about them in a song that’s going over the airwaves everywhere?
So basically I’m questioning whether Taylor is really shaking it off. I ask not out of hate but out of concern (and an interest in producing fresh new content for my cool blog). I guess my comment isn’t really an opinion on Taylor Swift but rather a question about how to deal with haters in general. Anyway, I was just thinking maybe she’s going about it wrong, but if she’s having trouble then I hope she gets whatever help she needs to feel better. Apparently her new album is strictly pop music and if that’s what she wants to do then that’s great and fine.
This is your annual reminder that the best 9/11 documentary is “102 Minutes that Changed America.” It is on tonight at 9 ET on History.
"Roger Goodell’s existence, who he is, what he has turned the NFL commissioner’s office into, is now symbolized by Ray Rice’s brutal left hand striking Janay Palmer and striking her again. Mr. Goodell is an enabler of men who beat women. […]
Any games played by Baltimore without its executives and the commissioner having been dismissed, and without Ray Rice being permanently banned by the National Football League, must be fully boycotted by all of us. If not, we become accessories after the fact.”
The NFL, which I love and endorse the way a man dying of lung cancer can want a Marlboro, is forever seeking new climes of naked rapaciousness, a multi-billion-dollar capitalist machine that will happily lock out its players or referees — its employees, the people who make the product we love — in order to rake in a larger piece of the pie for oligarchs too fat to ever eat it.
And I don’t know if I want this for my child. I want to share my lifelong love with her, but I don’t want to damn her to the same emotional investment, yelling at the TV every Sunday until stress-drinking gives way to jubilation or a week of bitterness. I don’t want her sucked into this gravity field, supporting a league that cripples its employees and arrives late to social change. I don’t want her marginalized to the NFL’s sidelines, be it as a reporter with a glass ceiling or a virtually unpaid cheerleader adhering to insane and outdated workplace standards.
But in the end, it’s not a question of whether she’ll love the NFL. It’s whether the NFL is something worth loving.
Click play for hilarious flaming beefs (to help ease the pain)!
#7. The Police Never Filed an Incident Report for the Shooting of Michael Brown
After many days of putting off the report’s release, the Ferguson police have since admitted to never even filing one. Incident reports are incredibly important (and required), and they should ideally be written within 24 hours of the incident (for hopefully obvious reasons). But they didn’t even write one. Isn’t that fucking coo-coo bananas, y’all? I guess they either just never got around to it or never got around to wanting to tell the truth about it. Either way, there’s that.
Or there that is not, I guess.