Some people are annoyed by the amount of media time devoted to coverage of the royal bambino, but I think that anything benign that squeezes out even a little bit of coverage of the Kardashians is, on balance, a better thing.
But here's a story that might just be a little more consequential, even though it isn't receiving a great deal of coverage.
The military is practicing for urban warfare in Chicago.
A bicyclist pleads guilty to vehicular manslaughter. That's good. A cyclist running a red light while riding on the wrong side of the street slammed into a friend of mine recently.
Chicago is closing beaches because of dangerous waves of 9-15 feet. I grew up on the Atlantic and later on the Long Island Sound. I've long considered Lake Michigan more dangerous than the Atlantic Ocean. I did a lot of boating, sailing, fishing and water skiing growing up. Currents in the lake are surprisingly powerful and deceptive and the lake is cold. There are drownings all the time and the lakes have eaten many boats, most famously the Edmund Fitzgerald.
It was bad enough the robbers pushed Joanna Hernandez and her friend against a wall, pointing a knife at her and holding a gun to her friend's head.
"I think what bothered me the most was afterward they said, ‘We’re sorry we had to put you through this,' " said Hernandez, 21. "I did not accept their apology."
Hernandez and her friend were not injured during the robbery early Monday morning in the River North neighborhood, but the robbers got away with $300 in cash, the women's cell phones and Hernandez's wallet.
Hernandez and her friend, 23, had just finished working at a Division Street bar and were headed to another club to unwind after a long shift, she said. They parked at a garage at 10 E. Grand Ave. and were walking in the 200 block of West Illinois Street when four men approached from behind around 3:10 a.m., according to the women and Police News Affairs Officer Daniel O’Brien.
The four pushed the women against a wall underneath a bridge and demanded their money and valuables, Hernandez said. Her friend reached into her purse but kept dropping singles to the ground, angering one of the robbers, she said.
“Stop it!” he yelled, according to Hernandez. “He had a gun to Amy’s temple." Another robber pointed a knife at Hernandez.
In a study that was published in the journal Obesity, higher BMI was associated with fewer offers of admission extended to men and women. The association was stronger for female applicants.
Is anyone surprised by any of this? What would be interesting to get into are the mental nuts and bolts of the bias. To what extent might there be conscious rationales? What, exactly, are the most common rationales and to what extent is the bias unconscious? Of course, the bias has unconscious dimensions, but I'm wondering if it's entirely unconscious for most interviewers or is there a significant conscious component?
And, as an unconscious bias, what is actually going on? I know the culture idealizes thinness, especially in women, but why should that be the case? Again, I'm aware of conscious rationales for these values--you can find some of them expressed less than delicately in Youtube comments--but I distrust the conscious explanations we give ourselves for many of our inclinations. Often, we find moral justifications if our inclinations seem unfair.
Upon spotting the face bandit, mother took quick evasive action, while daughter closed her eyes and hoped for the best.
This isn't the photo I'd intended to take. The man with the blue knapsack had just been chatting with us for a few minutes. He was curious about why I was taking photos and what I was going to do with them. He was recovering from a broken leg and using a cane. My plan was to take a shot of him walking away.
I've had an idea for a photo of someone walking with a cane. My last attempt came out blurry, so I was going to try it again. But then I saw the pair on the right approaching, and I decided to make the photo about them, instead. Then they took evasive action, which made it even more about them.
Here's the previous, blurry version of the cane idea I had.