"No player did more for the community than Rice, and no player on the team embraced the city of Baltimore the way he did. Rice named his daughter, Rayven, after the team’s nickname. He had the “Baltimore” tattooed on his forearms. He became friends with Baltimore Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake, appearing with her regularly at charity events. He raised millions for sick children, urged the state legislature in Annapolis to pass anti-bullying laws and hosted a football camp for hundreds of disadvantaged kids each year. He even dressed up as Santa Claus at an event hosted by the House of Ruth, a Baltimore shelter for victims of domestic violence. During the week before the Super Bowl this year, two weeks before the incident, Rice appeared on an anti-bullying panel. Perhaps most visibly, Rice was the longtime spokesman for M&T Bank, one of the team’s main sponsors and one that has its name on the Ravens’ stadium. Practically every time Bisciotti asked Rice to make an appearance on behalf of the team, he’d say yes."

This article is really fascinating and reports deliberate incompetence/ignorance at so many levels. For everyone wondering how so many people (myself included) could possibly have been so (very wrongfully, regrettably) accepting of the first two game suspension and/or keeping Ray Rice on the team when the first punishment was doled out, this is one reason why.

This whole incident has been a very good reminder that seemingly good people can do terrible, horrific things, and being an adult means you are able to reconcile two ideas that are in direct opposition to each other. My favorite bad reviews of the movie Frozen were from people who felt that (spoiler alert) the prince turning into a villain with no prior warning sent a bad message to children not to trust men, or worse, not to trust people. To me, constant, deliberate, and careful consideration and questioning of people, corporations, and governments seems like a great value to instill in your kids. One day, they will need it.

How the Ray Rice scandal unfolded between the Baltimore Ravens, Roger Goodell and the NFL - ESPN

the music video evolution ♪ ~ estoy aqui ~

» “Y ahora estoy aqui queriendo convertir, los campos en ciudad, mezclando el cielo con el mar, se que te deje escapar, se que te perdí nada podrá ser igual”

« “And now i am here wanting to turn, countrysides into cities, mixing the sky with the sea, i know that i let you escape, i know i lost you nothing can ever be the same”

A long time ago, Shakira was the Alanis Morissette of South America. My favorite song from Pies Descalzos is “Pies Descalzos, Sueños Blancos” (aka Bare feet, White Dreams) which is a beautiful rumination on the limited opportunities available to girls once they become women. From their quienceñera to their wedding day, they have 15 years of following someone else’s rules, ideas of who they should be, and timeline of what they should be doing. The final lines are my favorite:

"las mujeres se casan siempre antes de 30 si no vestirán santos y aunque así no lo quieran. Y en la fiesta de quince es mejor no olvidar una fina champaña y bailar bien el vals"

Which roughly translates to: “Women get married, always before thirty, or else they will be dressing saints (aka become nuns or old maids), even if they don’t want to. And on your 15th birthday (aka your quinceñera), it’s best not to forget to drink champagne and dance the waltz well.”

This dude on tinder did NOT want to talk about Friday Night Lights with me. :(

This dude on tinder did NOT want to talk about Friday Night Lights with me. :(

"Problem One we face without diverse books: we’re stuck labeling great stories as "diverse books." Problem Two: without enlightenment we expect all Hispanic characters to speak Spanish for their future jobs in kitchens when we’re so much more than that. Some might be so bold to say we’re regular people."

—Adam Silvera. Young Adult Authors Honor Hispanic Heritage Month, Share Why ‘We Need Diverse Books’

Oh hey, that’s my friend who said that. Yay for adamsilvera + diverse books!

"Not being good at sports became my calling card through out life. I said it so much that other people believed it too. In college I hung out with a lot of ski racers (that’s Maine for you) and participated in their banter by self-deprecating and mocking my own lack of athletic ability. I put myself down first before anyone even thought to do so. Looking back I doubt that anyone would have even noticed my terrible sports skills, much less mocked me for them, had I not brought it up. My friends were all kind people. But I made it part of my own reputation, and it stuck. I believed it, and so did others. And it kept me from joining in, from trying new things, from seeing what it felt like to exert any physical energy – all because I was terrified of embarrassing myself, afraid of revealing this horrible, shameful thing."
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Katie Ray-Jones, the CEO of the hotline, said it normally receives 500 to 600 calls a day from domestic violence victims and their concerned friends or family members. But after the Rice video was circulated online Monday, the hotline received over 1,000 phone calls. The numbers continued to climb on Tuesday.

"We had an outpouring of women saying, ‘Oh my god, I didn’t realize this happened to other people.’ They thought they were living a life that was very unique to them," Ray-Jones told The Huffington Post. "One woman called in who is married to a [mixed martial arts] fighter. She said, ‘I just saw that video, and I know my husband could do worse, and I need help."

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fuck-yeah-bsc:

Claudia Kishi + side ponytail.

This is really not helping my bangs decision!

Yesterday, I wrote about hosting my friend’s baby shower, where I froze creepy plastic babies in ice cubes for funsies!