The more I read about the Sandusky story, the more puzzled I get. As a parent, I always had my antenna out for pedos. I refused to allow my oldest son to go on a Cub Scout camping trip unless his dad went with him. (My husband accused me of being ridiculous for saying I thought one of the adults involved was a perv. “He’s not married, he doesn’t have kids and he’s hanging around a bunch of little kids in his spare time,” I told him. “What is wrong with this picture?” Ten years later, that same pack leader was picked up for multiple child rapes.)
When my younger son was invited to audition for the city boys choir, I said no. Didn’t have the money (lots of rich kids in there!), didn’t have the time to drive him to practice, but mostly, I knew that boys’ choirs were notorious magnets for pedophiles. Anyone who reads the paper can figure this out. (Unfortunately, most people don’t read the paper.)
Just came back from having dinner in Chinatown with a friend. A couple of kids who looked like college students were stopped at the light; they were driving a shiny new white car and asked me for directions to an intersection in Kensington. I was trying to mentally place it, and I said, “What are you looking for?” They laughed and smiled and the young man said charmingly, “Oh, we really want Kensington and Somerset.” I told them how to get there, they thanked me and drove off.
It took a minute for it to sink in. They were going to one of the worst drug corners in the city.
And all I could think about was how healthy and well-taken-care-of they both looked, and how soon that was probably going to change. If I’d realized sooner, I would have screamed at them to go home and stop ruining the neighborhood.
As Zuccotti Park’s protesters prepare for winter, determined to carry the Occupy Wall Street movement’s message through the cold season and beyond, a perfect political storm is forming that might help Democrats keep the White House in 2012 – despite stubbornly high unemployment and a frustratingly slow economic recovery.
The storm stems from the OWS movement’s growing popular appeal, as a new Wall Street Journal/NBC poll finds that an overwhelming majority of Americans (over three quarters) think the country’s current economic structure “favors a very small portion of the rich over the rest of the country” – echoing the protesters’ calls to reduce the power of major banks and end tax breaks for corporations and the wealthy.
The finding comes after a new census measure found that a new record number of Americans (49.1 million) now live in poverty, after accounting for rising medical costs and other expenses. In addition, a Congressional Budget Office study recently corroborated the historic exacerbation of the country’s income inequality (or widening gap between the so-called 1% and 99%). Both developments are likely to stir new debate over changes to Social Security, Medicare, and other programs that assist the poor as a congressional Super Committee approaches the November 23 deadline to make cuts of over $1 trillion to the federal budget.
This kind of goes back to the all-too-common pattern of marriage as a fight over commodities. (I’ll never forget the woman who told me she would fight a divorce tooth and nail, not because she gave a shit about her husband or the effect of the divorce on her kids, but because “I’ll be goddamned if my lifestyle’s going to suffer because he can’t keep his pants zipped.” Interesting priorities!)
Apparently the wives of these guys called the cops because the husbands were blowing too much money on the strippers. (They didn’t seem to care that their husbands were going to the club, only that they were spending the huge wads of cash.) Husbands compulsively spending the rent on strippers is a not-unfamiliar tale these days, as you will know if you read tabloids.
Whenever I drive past the club, I occasionally fantasize about taking pictures of the license plates, running the tags and then charging a slight fee for withholding the information from their wives. But I never do, because I figure if hubby’s spending all his time at titty bars, that’s a marriage with enough problems already and they don’t need me adding to the mess.