All the columnists hoping that Niners management will rein in the players’ recent scandal-baiting behavior are conveniently forgetting that this is an ownership group that made a city pay for the team’s new football stadium, and have now reneged on a promise to pay for the relocation of a nearby youth soccer field.
Seeing a post on the expected verdict in the Steubenville rape case, I’m moved to share this graphic from the Enliven Project, with the important caveat that this infographic overstates the number of men falsely accused of rape — see this Slate article for more. So the next time a high-profile man (say, an athlete, actor, or politician) is accused of sexual assault and observers defend him by saying that the accuser is trying to gain fame or fortune, keep these statistics in mind, and also remember that the amount of ostracization, hate, and victim-shaming-cum-slut-shaming the accuser is about to endure for a remuneration that she might not ever see.
With the caveat that no charges have been filed yet and that the incident in question may or may not be a sexual assault, I think a reblog is in order.
Why does Chapman get so het up about the used raspberry tea bag in her sandwich?
Out with neoclassicism.
I think I’ve found my dance jam. This is a preview reel of Random Dance’s “Atomos,” choreographed by Wayne McGregor. I saw SF Ballet perform an absorbing piece of his — "Borderlands" — whose cold austerity and virtuosic partnering and athleticism captured a style of unsentimental movement that I’m finding is exactly what I want from contemporary ballet. The last image from “Borderlands” is a coup de grace of monolithic drama.