McDowell wondered if the guys had a right to speak like that on a train “where people didn’t choose to be in that space for that sort of speech.”
THIS IS REALLY A LOVE STORY
Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
SOME CHOICE WORDS FOR THE ASS WHO TROLLED ME AT A COMMUNITY MEDIA CONFERENCE LAST WEEKEND
For the record, I have some previous experience speaking in places where I expect to be ambushed. This wasn’t one of them, though. So I got a little bit tripped up when, just a few minutes into my talk, one of the audience members in Falmouth cut in with an aggressively raised hand and an unsolicited gripe.
TRUST AND SANCTUARY: AS MASS CITIES BACK IMMIGRANTS AGAINST TRUMP THREAT, SOME CRITICAL NOTES
“Sanctuary city isn’t a legal term, it’s a political term.”
VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL: ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
DIG THIS: RECORD FAIR, THIRD THURSDAYS, AND IN THE BODY OF THE WORLD
THU 5.19 Third Thursdays @ Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum Shadows are spooky. They’re like drunken silhouettes of our inner selves and magnify our insecurities and shit. They can also play nice with our personal light and the triangulations of our emotional discord and open us up to enlightenment and self awareness. Or they can stand […]
