All The Cool Kids Cry In Public, And Other Lullabies
Happy Tuesday, you lovely humans, you!
Today, I’m thankful that Tim Miller is back and writing about Trump’s border wall “emergency”: The President Is Hallucinating and I Think We Should Be Concerned.
Curbed, you’ve done a wonderful public service by creating and publishing these: San Francisco’s top places for crying in public and New York City’s best places to cry in public.
Barneys New York announced that they are creating a luxury cannabis accessories boutique called The High End, which will sell “gilded vapes” and a “$1,475 grinder rendered in sterling silver.” Now, I’m not one to complain about the upscaling of cannabis accessories, as I definitely own a rose gold vape pen from Bloom Farms. But as this Atlantic article points out, the disparity state-to-state in punishment (or lack thereof) for mere cannabis possession means individuals are still being arrested for having something Californians are having delivered to their doors: in 2016, nearly 600,000 people were arrested “for simple marijuana possession.” And of course, the racial disparity of those arrests is awful.
Those of us who live in cities like San Francisco know that the skyrocketing cost is only made worse knowing how many second homes and pieds a terre there are within our 7x7 space. So the idea of taxing those who leave their homes empty for a certain time frame every year seems interesting, and may have had some success in Vancouver: Taxing empty apartments could ease the housing crisis.
That’s it, that’s all sweethearts. Be kind to yourselves, mmmkay?
Xoxo Amy