“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), working at a nonprofit that gets young women ready for and interested in running for office/maybe soon applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
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Having A Great Time In DC
A couple of friends visited this past weekend, and there just wasn’t anything free to do. We ended up paying for the Newseum, which while pretty interesting, was not cheap.
DW goes to Washington
"whats the point"
Dude, when I finally got myself up there while volunteering at a summer camp run by the community center of an affordable housing complex in 2011, I am pretty sure there weren’t those handy dandy steps.
I distinctly recall having to lift up 5 to 8 year olds or so (the kids who were too short) to help them see WHILE TRYING TO BE AN ADULT AND NOT PANIC ABOUT THE HEIGHT AT THE SAME TIME—IT WAS REALLY CHALLENGING.
And then later, I saw the security camera footage from the 2012 earthquake. O.O
These maps, from Radical Cartography, show the sharp educational, socioeconomic, and racial segregation of Washington DC.
I see a lot of this play out all the time.
The District of Columbia government Thursday will launching a campaign that advocates say is a first of its kind: A series of ads “promoting respect for the District’s transgender and gender-non-conforming communities.” One of the ads features Kisha, a trans woman who lives in D.C. The ad quotes Kisha, saying, “I love wandering through Smithsonian museums, eating on H Street with friends, and going to shows at Howard Theatre.” Then, the aim of the campaign: “I’m a transgender woman and I’m part of DC. Please treat me the way any woman would want to be treated: with courtesy and respect.” The posters — which the D.C. Office of Human Rights has been sparking interest about on Facebook — then note that discrimination based on gender identity and expression is illegal in the District of Columbia and provide a website and phone number for more information. (via DC Launches First-In-The-Nation Trans Respect Ad Campaign)
hahahahaha they didn’t even put Philadelphia on here
because it would look like sadness.
You might say that I’m not a fan of SEPTA.
To be fair, my issue is mostly that their Regional Rail system is kind of dirty, kind of unreliable, and SUPER expensive (I think similar trips, measured in time, cost something like half as much on the much cleaner DC Metro), but that one time I took the Philadelphia subway wasn’t so great. And actually, the underground rail system is pretty paltry compared to other cities, so I feel like my Regional Rail experience tells me plenty about SEPTA as a whole.
If you’re standing left on a DC Metro escalator…well, just don’t.
If you wear tights to any interviews, they won’t be able to tell. That way, you can curb any “first meeting bad impressions” that might hinder you getting a job if there’s some uptight boss that hates the idea of hairy lady flesh.
I like your thinking.
What I don’t like: wearing anything on my legs in the DC summertime. No, really, we were all really excited that by 6pm, it was only 85 degrees outside.
"ONLY" 85, and in the early evening, too—that wasn’t the high.
And right now, at freaking 1 in the morning, it’s…79, feels like 81.
Maybe I can manage it if I’m not Metro-ing and have the benefit of going straight from an air conditioned car to an air conditioned building…?
Hello, I have not disappeared!
I was busy applying to jobs and then was a bit out and about this weekend, but I’ll try to sneak in some tumbling again.
Obvious advice: if at all possible, do NOT go traipsing about DC in hundred-degree, super-humid weather. I must have only been actually outside for about an hour to an hour and a half total, in increments broken up by being inside, but it felt like an eternity, even with the bottles of water my friend Katherine’s dad gave me (one room-temperature, one frozen).
All in all, though, I enjoy the feeling of going places and doing things on my own steam so much that it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got a couple of dresses at a thrift store out if it.