alarming stats

anonymous asked:

dear laine, i have to know what's going to happen next with caroline working in klaus' bar! sincerely, a devoted reader :)

Back Office Intrigue (Part Two).

Part One here.

It takes a few weeks for Caroline to realize that something is off at the bar.

She’s settling in to Chicago nicely, had spent a weekend stalking garage sales so her apartment finally looked like someone actually lived there. She got a great deal on a little dining table and a set of chairs, couldn’t wait to have people over now that they actually had somewhere to sit. Her mom’s down to a single call filled with alarming crime stats every three days (a marked improvement from her twice daily briefings when Caroline had first arrived). Her classes are mostly interesting, save for the one with the drone-y professor. She figures 3 out of 4 ain’t bad at all. And she actually likes her job.

All in all, life is pretty sweet.

Caroline had been a mess internally while preparing to finally move out of Virginia. She’d had endless lists of worries, sleepless nights filled with anxiety, doubts about if she was doing the right thing. It was really nice to know that she’d done it, was well on her way to taking name and kicking ass, that she hadn’t let fear win.

She feels a little more settled, has grown comfortable at the bar and with her coworkers. Maybe that’s why she finally begins to notice the weirdness.

Klaus seems to practically live at work (though Enzo had informed her that wasn’t the case, that Klaus had a very nice place around the corner though he loathed entertaining his siblings so Enzo had only been inside twice). When in the bar Klaus spent a lot of time in his office, glued to his laptop or tablet. He did hop onto the floor whenever things got crazy or they were short staffed. Caroline appreciated it, figured it was rare. In all her years working at The Grille she didn’t think she’d seen the owner even uncap a beer let alone mix anything. He wasn’t super chatty from what she’d seen but he could turn it on with customers, left more than a few ladies discretely tugging their tops down to show more cleavage when he turned to pull bottles.

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A Higher Standard

So I spent three months working with a bunch of really great people on a video about incarceration in America. Of course the work was off and on, but videos like that are very difficult to get right because those situations are unsurprisingly complex. 

People who know about the full complexity will talk your ear off for about four days straight and at the end you’ll come away thinking “well, this is screwed up, but I’m not really sure how or why and obviously there’s nothing to be done about it.” But a point of pride for me is the ability to take complicated situations and distill them down for broader understanding. 

Of course, it also means that I don’t talk about everything. A lot of people in the comments of that video are criticizing me for not discussing race, which is indeed an important factor and the justice system does appear to be racially biased. 

I argue that taking on that issue would have blurred the over-arching theme I wanted to have with that video, which is that the justice system (even if it wasn’t racist) is broken. Which it is. 

They argue that I could have mentioned race in passing and that would have been better than nothing. I completely disagree…I think mentioning it in passing would have been a huge disservice to the complexity of the issue. There is clearly racial bias in the criminal justice system but where and why exactly it occurs is extremely complicated. I’ve seen a lot of really alarming stats, but when I tried to find their sources I was unable to. 

You can’t boil it down to a sentence…that’s the point of these videos…that the sound byte mentality of the news media is almost as broken as the policy of mass incarceration. I could of plopped some misleading statistic in the middle of the video, but that’s the opposite of my goal.

Talking to experts on incarceration made it clear that there was no one-sentence (or even one minute) summary that could in any way do that conversation justice. 

There’s a part of me that’s annoyed…I do my best to sometimes make videos about complicated issues that would otherwise never be discussed on a medium like YouTube. Videos like this are terrifying to make for this exact reason. John and I were terrified of posting “Human Sexuality is Complicated” because we knew we’d catch flak for not telling the whole story (which we did.) And I was scared to post that video yesterday for the same reasons. 

By far the easiest way to avoid these criticisms would be to not make videos about complicated topics. And so that little voice in my head is like “JESUS STOP GIVING ME SUCH A HARD TIME! AT LEAST I’M TRYING!”

But instead of being annoyed, I’m going to be thankful. Thankful to have intelligent people pushing me to create content that is more complete and more accurate than what a lot of major news networks can cobble together. Thankful for the opportunity to do that. Thankful for the ability to talk to experts and get free animation work provided in exchange for mentioning Visual.ly in my video. Thankfu

Democratic Debate Scorecard:
  • JIM WEBB:  You know the guy who shows up at the bar with a fistful of quarters and who starts pumping them into the jukebox in the corner while a really great song is playing, and then that song ends and a lousy song comes on, and everyone in the bar stops dancing and is all like “Who the fuck put THIS song on?” and then there are like ten of those types of songs in a row, and everyone leaves the bar except for that guy, who’s now sitting in a booth, grinning, tapping his feet to the sweet sounds of Nickelback?  That was Jim Webb tonight.  D MINUS.
  • LINCOLN CHAFEE:  Seemingly caught off guard during many moments and embarrassed by Anderson Cooper when asked about a pivotal Senate vote in 1999 – his answer seemed to confirm that he didn’t actually know what he was voting for.  And yes, we get that you voted against the Iraq War, but that cannot be the only card you play in a World Series of Poker match, dude.  We need more charging moose and less deer in headlights.  C MINUS.
  • BERNIE SANDERS:  Proud to be a “democratic socialist” and stuck to those guns – even if he doesn’t believe that gun store owners shouldn’t be held liable for the crimes committed with their wares.  Kept going back to climate change and economic inequality and making the wealthy pay their fair share like a broken record that sounds sweetest to progressive liberals like me. Said “black lives matter” and meant it. Kept plugging his website, berniesanders.com, but considering he “do(es) not have a super PAC” that’s fine with me. The opposite of Jim Webb and I can see him completely knocking the teeth off of potential GOP opponents in a head-to-head.  President Bernie Sanders? Totally and utterly plausible. But why does he always seem grouchy?  I guess I would be too after serving that many years in Congress. B PLUS.
  • MARTIN O’MALLEY:  If we believe the one very alarming stat that Anderson Cooper shared during the debate – and we all know Anderson does his damned homework – at one point Baltimore police arrested nearly a sixth of his city’s 600,000+ residents while he was Mayor. Wonder why there was civil unrest there earlier this year, and why Freddie Gray died after being bounced around in the back of a police van? Martin seemed comfortable in his role voicing progressive platitudes while on stage but it’s hard to get past these numbers.  And “alarming” is a polite way of putting it.  Needs to stand out a little more and say what else he’s done besides try to effect good “community policing” because community policing is one thing.  Community incarcerating is another.  C.
  • HILLARY CLINTON: I think this was the Hillary we were all waiting to see: someone who wasn’t just responding to the latest attack about Benghazi, or private email servers, etc.  This was the Hillary that reminded us that she’s been a First Lady, a Senator, a Secretary of State, and, previously, a presidential candidate. Handled all the barbs with aplomb (her enemies list and her railing against Republicans who rail against big government were mic drop moments) and,at least in this debate, she was playing with a stacked deck of experience and accountability.  “Most people up here,” she reminded us, “have changed positions” as they evolved in their thinking, so when she tells us that her vote for the Iraq War was a mistake, its hard not to believe her.  Kicking ass and taking names is what Hillary did tonight, and the Republicans must be shaking in their Donald Trump-brand boots right about now at the prospect of having to face her in a debate. Because Benghazi and emails just won’t cut it anymore.  A.
Be Kind, Rewind (Olicity, S2 ficlet, T)

Summary: “Oliver,” Felicity said, grabbing his arm and turning him. “Kiss me.” (Set in first half of S2 somewhere…)

(Part of my You’ve Gotten Into My Bloodstream ficlet collection)

You can also read at: AO3 | FF.net

Her toes were dying a slow, agonizing death.

These shoes - these cute, sky-high shoes that she had found a mere three hours before the charity event tonight - were becoming the bane of her existence. And her existence included a lot of bane; she had a lot of bane to complain about.

For example, the fact that Oliver Queen - former billionaire playboy turned faux-CEO by day and hooded vigilante by night - could not get the damn security door relocked.

“What kind of security door doesn’t just lock again when you close it?” Felicity whispered and Oliver grunted in response. “Is this how we’re going to get caught, we’re going to go to jail for relocking a door?”

“Felicity, now is not the time,” Oliver said as he twisted the tools in hand, waiting for the click to sound.

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god. i deeply resent white trans women. you try so hard to make it look like ur the centre of transmisogynist violence.

but you aren’t. i promise u.

you know what the alarming global stat i saw the other day said?

99% of globally reported trans murders are all trans women of colour.

the vast majority – globally – being Black and/or Latina (since Brazil alone accounts for about half the yearly reported deaths)

i’d like it. just once.

if these white trans women could just like. recognize that they aren’t at the greatest risk?

i know i’m not. i’m light skinned and i live in canada. the chances of me being murdered are pretty slim (despite the past 2/3 murders in canada being SE Asians). if only bc i also don’t do sex work and while i do date men, i’m not in an abusive relationship.

look. unless you have one or more of those factors going for you, you aren’t at the greatest risk. and you should shut the fuck up about ‘violence against trans women is at an epidemic’

yeah.

but which ones? what are the actually factors that play into who is the most vulnerable and, thus, who needs to be centered?

god. i hope you all realize that by framing things in this way. by flattening it out. you’re just violently erasing the most vulnerable in our community. and fuck u.

anonymous asked:

You wrote a thing that was kinda based on the"kiss as a distraction"trope.But Felicity freaked out during and after because Oliver was pretty much unresponsive.I really wanna read it again but cant seem to find it lol.Can you provide the name or link

Ah, yes! That’s Be Kind, Rewind!

Be Kind, Rewind (Olicity, Season 2)

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Her toes were dying a slow, agonizing death.

These shoes - these cute, sky-high shoes that she had found a mere three hours before the charity event tonight - were becoming the bane of her existence. And her existence included a lot of bane; she had a lot of bane to complain about.

For example, the fact that Oliver Queen - former billionaire playboy turned faux-CEO by day and hooded vigilante by night - could not get the damn security door relocked.

“What kind of security door doesn’t just lock again when you close it?” Felicity whispered and Oliver grunted in response. “Is this how we’re going to get caught, we’re going to go to jail for relocking a door?”

“Felicity, now is not the time,” Oliver said as he twisted the tools in hand, waiting for the click to sound.

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