Nafissatou Diallo, the DSK maid, goes public in Newsweek’s cover story

This is a pretty compelling cover (compared to say, Zombie Diana or the Beached White Male), though the super-tabloidy art direction is a curious choice. Two important takeaways from the comments: a man can be a pig and not be a rapist, and a woman can live in the margins of society and legality and still be a rape victim. (In fact, living in those gray areas can up the odds)




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Why Sid Harman didn’t think of this months ago, we’ll never know.

“Following those social observations…came her diatribes about work, especially the complaints about her bosses, the top editors of Newsweek…with their heavy drinking and groping and hideous taste in ties and composition blind choices in photos and jarring color schemes for graphs, and their indecisive and constant tearing up of the cover in a hopeless attempt to figure out on Friday what story would still be big by Monday’s release of the magazine, when my God, wasn’t it obvious that trying to be relevant was pointless, given the new twenty-four hour TV cable news and the daily newspapers, which would have the latest anyway? All newsmagazines could hope especially to provide their readers was an in-depth look at last week’s headlines, but not, they said those covers didn’t sell. The truth, she announced for the ten thousandth time, is that what sells is movie stars.”

-  Newsweek in the 80s, from Raphael Yglesias’s very sad but also infuriating and disappointing novel, “A Happy Marriage”. I should have known from the very first sentence, which compares the love of his life to recently trashed Chinese leftovers. 

“One of autism’s defining features is the inability to process even the most mundane social interactions. When police are involved, an autistic person’s anxiety level is likely to spike, triggering unnerving mannerisms or behaviors. The person may say nothing at all, appearing to ignore an officer’s commands. Or he may repeat back what somebody says to him, a form of communication medically known as echolalia. “You can imagine if a police officer comes up and says, ‘What’s your name?’ and the kid’s response is, ‘What’s your name?’ the police will figure he’s a smart aleck or he’s on drugs,” says Grossman. “Usually, the situation goes downhill from there.””

- Claudia Kalb on the conflict between people with autism and the cops.



(via nicksummers)

Some nice reporting here from Nick

That’s what I want to know.

I feel sorry for old AG — the scorn and disbelief from the establishment types strikes me as a little icky. I get that there’s a story here, and that the People Need To Know, but maybe with a little less insider-y smirking at what a moron this guy is. Nick’s piece is a great antidote to that.

““I’m a bit of an overproducer,” says Lynne Feldman, a mother in western Massachusetts who has FedEx’d 250 frozen ounces of her own milk on dry ice to another mother in California.”

Maria Dolan writes about the secret world of underground breast-milk exchanges. (, June 16) 

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