Via 4d2b: A female student is catcalled. The University of East Anglia’s postgrad education officer immediately spots the problem. 

How to cut string. // Carnivorous plants and their prey. // Canadian prairie towns of yore. (h/t, Kate) // Calculating machines. // 10,000 antique cameras. // “The effect of cymatic frequencies on matter.” // Forget socks, these mutant flesh sculptures are ideal Christmas gifts. // Goldfish teabags. // Bee. // Plankton. // Giant squid. // The gentlemanly world of bespoke British tailoring. // A tiny axe for squeezing the dregs out of toothpaste tubes. // Strange lands to the north. // Chocolate Lego. // 112 years of alien invasions. // Neighbourliness. // Distract small children with some 3D hand drawing. // Batman versus Darth Vader. // Tornado versus rainbow. // The rave preservation project. Re-live the largeness. // The forgotten songs of Spotify. // There are foxes in our garden. And also in Russia. // Frost flowers. // Hong Kong of the 50s. // And finally, a map of odd and saucy British place names, from Sally’s Bottom to Tickle Cock Bridge. 

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Schooled in the sins of “privilege,” a Georgetown University student feels the pain of his muggers: 

Who am I to condemn these young men as “thugs”? If we ever want opportunistic crime to end, we should look at ourselves first… Until we do so, we should get comfortable with sporadic muggings and break-ins. I can hardly blame them.

You see, when threatened and robbed at gunpoint, you mustn’t “otherize” your attacker. Because predatory vermin have feelings too. 

Further to this comment here, Laurie Penny wants us to know that she knows more than the Ferguson jury:

Meanwhile, Gateway Pundit has coverage of the ongoing violence. 

As you can see, nothing says “we are righteous and entitled to deference” like smashing and looting a local woman’s cake shop. And smashing and looting the mini-market that Michael Brown robbed and then running away laughing, and looting the local phone shop, and burning down the local pharmacy, and burning down the local auto spares business, and the local pizza restaurant, and the local beautician’s, and then shooting at the firemen who are trying to put those fires out before other people lose their livelihoods too. You know, for “social justice.”

Other locals, however, have taken the high road – by bragging on Facebook about those lovely new shoes that were sourced somewhat mysteriously during the commotion. Note the new owner’s chosen hashtags: #NoJustice. #GotMine. Here’s a fellow protestor expressing his grief via the classic medium of big screen TV theft. And when words alone can’t express the woe, there’s always the option of carjacking the elderly and then running them over.