No one got #EatenAlive & people got mad; #TortureReport controversy; #HellaStorm gets hella jokes; Hollywood execs casual racism & more in this week’s Friday Five: Weekly Twitter Roundup!
When my friend asked if I’d go with her to the Treasure Island Music Festival, I surprised myself when I said, “Yes.” After my one and only experience at the Coachella Music Festival a few years ago, I all but swore off large-scale music festivals. Between the heat, the parades of douchery, the posers (people who literally seem as though they are just there to pose), the flower headbands, the Native headdresses on non-Natives, the spilled beer, sloppy drunken fools, the long lines to get just about anything and my general dislike of unruly crowds, I must have temporarily lost my memory to agree to this. Of course, it didn’t hurt that my friend’s face lit up as she gushed about how much she loves André 3000 of Outkast, one of the headliners of the two-day concert.
Well, well, well, look who survived her first year in San Francisco! That’s right. She of the woeful posts New City, No New Friends, San Francisco: Not a Treat (Yet) and Making Friends: Paying Dues. It’s been a tremendous year with intense ups and downs and quite a bit of change and growth. Here are 12 ways in which my life has changed in the 12 months I’ve lived in San Francisco, from the mundane to the exciting.
A couple of weeks ago, it surprised me to hear Attorney General Eric Holder say: “Too many Americans go to too many prisons for far too long, and for no truly good law-enforcement reason.” I wholeheartedly agree. I’m not a fan of our prison system; it’s broken.