1. NM, look here. And Bridgett, if you’re around.
3. I’ve been thinking about Emiliano Monjaraz all day and wondering if Hobbs believes him to have been at fault as well. Just how far does the guilt for being an “illegal” extend? It’s really something to think about, that it was not even a decade ago that, if a man killed another man in this state, Tennesseans would, out of the goodness of their hearts, send enough money to the victim’s widow to allow her to take care of her family, even if her husband wasn’t one of those “honest” Tennesseans. I’m not saying that things were perfect back then, but something has gone terribly wrong since then.
4. Yes, indeed, let’s waste our time trying to change the state constitution to unguarantee a woman a right to an abortion in case Roe v. Wade is ever overturned in a state that is three hours thick. While you’re at it, Republicans, why don’t you work on banning women of child-bearing age from driving, because, otherwise… Oh, yeah, right. Rich women will still be able to do whatever the hell they want and poor women will continue to suffer under your punitive busy-bodying. But, hey, look! This year they found some women to help them feel okay about trampling on our right to say what happens to our bodies.
5 . Thanks to John Lamb over at the Hispanic Nashville Notebook, the Professor and I are going to see The Orphanage. I’m excited.
6. I’ve decided that I really should learn Spanish so that when someone says that we are “amigos de caca,” I know if I’m being complimented–like we’re friends who’ve been through some shit together–or if it’s an insult–like we’re friends and I’m full of poop. Or both. I guess I could ask John Lamb, who surely has nothing better to do that to act as my personal translator.