I saw Angelo one day a few weeks ago when I was going
through Union Square here in NYC, where I live. He was sitting on the sidewalk
at a dog adoption event with a volunteer. He was wrapped tight in a blanket and
was resting on his friend’s lap. I got my own dog from the same adoption event
three years ago. For some reason, I stopped and sat down next to Angelo and
started asking about him. There was just something about him.
The volunteer with him said that Angelo has been in foster
care ever since he was found tied to a tree in Brooklyn. When
found, Angelo was neglected and afraid. That was five years ago. Angelo has never had a good home. He lives in shelters and foster homes, and spends his weekends at dog adoption events. Other dogs come and go, and Angelo remains.
Angelo was very eager for scratches and was giving a lot of kisses.
He has been well cared for
by Mighty Mutts and a series of dedicated volunteers, but he has never had
owners to love him. The volunteer I spoke to had been working with Angelo for a
year. Every Saturday, he comes and sits with Angelo and people walk past him.
He said, “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years and Angelo is one of the
greatest dogs I’ve ever worked with.”
I got that right away. There was a reason I stopped.
So I sat there for a little while. At one point, one of the
puppies got his tail stepped on and yelped. Angelo immediately stood up to
check on the puppy, and then checked every other dog on the adoption line.
There is something about Angelo.
This year has been terrible, but I’m not letting 2016 go
without making something good of it. So I am determined to get Angelo adopted
to a good home. I tweeted about him, and some great people were interested in
Angelo, but they were either too far or already had dogs. So here are the
details on Angelo:
Angelo lives in New York, so he’d have to be adopted in the
area so that Mighty Mutts can do a home visit before adoption. He should ideally be the only dog in the house, though he is good with other dogs. (I had my dog with me, and the two got along great and gave each other kisses. There were a lot of kisses involved in this whole affair.) He would be best suited with someone who has had experience with dogs, because he is a big, lovable guy. He is about eight now, so he is mellow. He has a lot of energy, but loves a cuddle and will likely sleep snuggled up with you if he can.
His volunteer said that for the right application (really make the case, maybe send a video?) he would be willing to drive somewhere within about a five hour radius of New York to do the home visit himself.
Angelo has spent his life without a real home. If you are in
or around NYC and have been considering a dog, consider Angelo. If you can’t adopt him, please spread the word to anyone you know in the
I will sponsor the $275 adoption fee for Angelo, and you’ll be my hero.
To make an application for Angelo, contact Mighty Mutts. (And if you apply, let me know so I can follow up!) If you spread the word, please use the hashtag #ahomeforangelo
2016 has sucked. Let’s do this thing and get this awesome guy a home.
A classic case of “I don’t care about your rights but once they wronged me, it’s over”
Was I supposed to feel sorry for her?
I just saw her tonight being interviewed on tv saying her and many other people she knows have buyers remorse and were infuriated when Trump nominated Mnuchin. She added “instead of draining the swamp, he’s filled it with alligators” and I’m just like
I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.
okay so i’m reblogging this again because in my night class tonight my professor said that it seemed like the impact of the election wasn’t hitting our class as hard as some of his other classes. before i read this aloud i said: “if any woman [which was most of the class] in this classroom does not feel this shit in their bones, raise your hand.”
not a single hand went up.
and i don’t think i will ever forget how i felt seeing that empty air, not ever.
So I agree (obviously) with this sentiment and I see it in every woman I know and whenever I know that it’s happening in real time I recognize it but this post has almost 48,000 notes right now and it falsely attributes this quote to Hillary Clinton. I could tell it wasn’t her immediately by the use of the word “daughters” (she only has one) and the cadence and word choices. I didn’t have to go to Snopes, I just clicked the link.
Every time I hate my body I remember that there are millions of old rich white men who benefit from my self hatred and if there’s one thing I hate, it’s old rich white men so I snap out of that shit instantly cos I ain’t EVER giving them the satisfaction.
Oh my fucKING GOD
Wait stop this is a game changer.
i have reblogged this 4 times; i have thought about this every fucking day
“If every woman in the world woke up tomorrow and decided that she loved herself and loved her body just the way it is, how many industries would go out of business?”
This reminds me of something I heard Margaret Cho say about 15 years ago when George W. Bush was in the White House and long before we ever thought we’d see marriage equality. I think we are going to need people and voices like Margaret now more than ever.
“If you are a woman, if you’re a person of color, if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you are a person of size, if you are a person of intelligence, if you are a person of integrity, then you are considered a minority in this world.
And it’s going to be really hard to find messages of self-love and support anywhere. Especially women’s and gay men’s culture. It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You know when you look in the mirror and you think ‘oh, I’m so fat, I’m so old, I’m so ugly’, don’t you know, that’s not your authentic self? But that is billions upon billions of dollars of advertising, magazines, movies, billboards, all geared to make you feel shitty about yourself so that you will take your hard earned money and spend it at the mall on some turn-around creme that doesn’t turn around shit.
When you don’t have self-esteem you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for, you will hesitate to ask for a raise, you will hesitate to call yourself an American, you will hesitate to report a rape, you will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against because of your race, your sexuality, your size, your gender. You will hesitate to vote, you will hesitate to dream. For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution and our revolution is long overdue.”