The scariest place we were on our vacation was Arkansas. I was prepared to be frightened of Mississippi but I wasn’t so much. But Arkansas was one of the two places where stopped for a Lucy bathroom break and I got back in the car saying, “Let’s leave now please.” It was the only men inside wearing the “Confederate Border Patrol” hats that got to me.
And it appears my fear was not without reason: Arkansas Ban on Same-Sex Parenting Moves Ahead. Well now, that’s just freakin’ wonderful.
(courtesy of mombian)
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
mlflorence
November 15th, 2007 at 7:59 am
Xenophobia was a word created to describe whole swaths of the South.