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A Guide to Fighting Street Harassment: How Bystanders Can Best Intervene on Behalf of Women Being Harassed
Street harassment in the Bay Area has gotten so bad that women are putting duct tape on their mouths, removing their clothes in public and holding silent protests with signs recounting the ugly and awful remarks male aggressors make to them on an everyday basis. Here we see a recent
Win Tix to See Soul Singer Kendra Morris at The New Parish on 6/14
I first got turned on to Kendra Morris by Rdio (goddamn I love Rdio!). I had been listening to some other soul artist’s station and when “Concrete Waves” came on, I stopped my typing and was like “Who the fuck is this?”. I then proceeded to listen to her entire album Banshee.
A Huge List of Bar Trivia Nights in San Francisco (And Oakland and Berkeley Too!)
Image Courtesy of Brainstormer Trivia is exactly what its name tells you: the trivial gunk knowledge that clogs up the important, higher functioning regions of your brain. And unless you’re the one percent of brain gunk retainers, you can’t put any of that to use on a game show. (Unless
A Borinquen Soul Summer…
If you think you’ve met a Puerto Rican, you haven’t. You’d never have to question it, because where there is a PR…there will be the flag. Even if the car is a rental, there will be a temporary flag on the rear-view mirror. Few West Coast residents understand Puerto Ricans or
It’s Always a Good Time at the Kingfish
Image Courtesy of OurOakland It’s time for you to make a field trip to the East Bay to check out the Kingfish. (Or, if you already live in the East Bay, see what your area has to offer.) You’ll find it’s worth making the trip across the Bay. The Kingfish
Hiyaaa!: A karate chop to the wallet…
Hiyaaa! is either a popular truck, or I just got there too late. They were out of everything, and so I settled…was forced to settle on curry. But, that’s all right because I don’t know how many times I have said this, but curry is good. It’s one of those
Hawker Fare: Cheap Fancy Date Fare
Most of my friend’s teenage years are emblazoned with memories of family vacations, family reunions and getting their licenses. Mine are not. Mine are filled with waking up with the taste of St. Ides Special Brew in my mouth and walking three blocks to reach the gun-metal blue, dilapidated wood shack