Diane Ravitch on The Daily Show.
Ravitch is the queen. If only the government would listen…
We would also address poverty directly. We would increase the minimum wage and make post-secondary education cheap or free, and we’d improve improve unemployment benefits and offer free job-training to the unemployed.
Poverty is one of the few social ills where throwing money at the problem really does seem to work.
These are not radical, liberal ideas. In fact, in Europe most of them are associated with the more conservative parties, and many of them were associated with the American Republican party in the 80s. But the United States’s political climate is so different from anywhere else in the industrialized world that I fear we will just continue to get farther behind in education (and in % of people living in poverty) until we decide to make some big domestic investments.
i am cry this is beauty
The 40s and 50s were so cute :(
not for black people
You must be fun at parties.
You must be white.
"I do not hate men, Sub-mariner. I merely know I’m as good as they are.”
FEMINISM: a definition
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Time to use tumblr as the wonderful medium of embarrassment it is!
A friend from high school posted a video montage of our days together in Venezuela and now I’m bawling like a baby. No joke, tears streaming in a way I haven’t known in years. Only a death in the family has put me like this before.
I miss them, in a way I didn’t realize or perhaps refused to acknowledge all this time.
We were a group of around 20 in our grade and closer than even most of the other students. The video spanned our last three years together in the same small school some had come to in Kindergarden. It was set to the corniest music and yet pulled at my heartstrings like I’d forgotten to hide them in my chest.
I feel naked and happy and sad at the same time. I’m not often emotional, but this is an instance where I’m glad to find these hidden (albeit painful) feelings dwelling in my subconscious. They overpowered me instantly and with such unmatched force that I feel a child again.
I remember our plans and our trials. How our greatest concerns were enough to make us brood for weeks and yet now seem merely quaint. We shared so much and loved so freely. We were brothers and sisters all and no lingering grudge ever tore us apart for long.
I came to this country apart from my family or any of those I knew. I hardened myself to do this and told myself I would be fine. And I was. I do not think myself damaged by the transition. I made other friends and shared new wants and worries, but it wasn’t until now that I remember what I lost. I know our memories paint with bias, but I think I blocked out the pain I should have felt then.
I have been living in this country now a little over 8 years. For the first time, I’ve let myself feel lonely.
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