I caught a glimpse of myself in the window of the train this week. This is unusual because my commute (while lengthy as fuck) is awesome and I rarely have to stand. Anyway, I was wearing a t-shirt, hoodie, ripped jeans, steel-toed shitkickers, and a beanie. And I realize I still dress like I snuck out of the house to see a Pearl Jam show in 1992.
I don't know why I get misgendered so often. I don't dress like a man, I dress like a child!
Contrarian opinions ahead: So Berkeley wants to ban straws. Thanks, mom. Did you know the California retail food code requires employees in food preparation areas to only drink water through a container with a lid and straw? Do you think there'll be an exemption for that? Eh, who cares about people making your food, they probably don't live in your neighborhood or look like you or listen to your type of music. And yeah, I also think the Berkeley soda tax was some paternalistic nanny-state bullshit that wouldn't exist if smug, affluent white people didn't think they deserved to tell poor people how to live their lives better. Hey, did you know some poor parents will buy a Big Gulp not so one person and choke it down at once and get instant diabetes, but because it's cheaper than buying an individual soda for everyone in the family? Do you know any poor people? I'm so left-wing a Dane once called me a pinko (jokingly? maybe?) but stuff like this is an example of why "Berkeley" is a synonym for "all the dumb things about liberalism" for many people. It's the municipal equivalent of a HOA telling you what color you're allowed to paint your house. Or, picture the "everything's fine" dog sitting in the flames saying "at least we got rid of straws and Big Gulps." Hey Berkeley, why don't you help some homeless people or trafficked teen girls or hungry kids...lord knows there are enough of them within your borders.