Coherent Ramblings.

In one year - Austin --> Boston --> London --> NYC. Adventurous eater. Cyclist. World traveler. Music fanatic. Free thinker. Wine drinker. Dog enthusiast. Lover of big cities and wide open spaces. Ambitious. Space and tech nerd. Appreciator of sarcasm and silliness alike. Butterfly of the social kind. Embracer of life.

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The beloved, crown jewel of Brooklyn (BAM), doing something lovely for Boston tonight.
Thinking of you tonight, beantown.
Love my hood.

The beloved, crown jewel of Brooklyn (BAM), doing something lovely for Boston tonight.

Thinking of you tonight, beantown.

Love my hood.

Fenway tour with the brother. #boston #fenway (Taken with Instagram)

Fenway tour with the brother. #boston #fenway (Taken with Instagram)

You find the most awesome things on your bike. Amazeballs. It’s called The Alchemist by Spanish Artist Plensa. #cycling #boston  (Taken with instagram)

You find the most awesome things on your bike. Amazeballs. It’s called The Alchemist by Spanish Artist Plensa. #cycling #boston (Taken with instagram)

Built in 1901 by the founder of the Harvard school of architecture. Straight history, ya’ll. #boston #architecture (Taken with Instagram at Swedenborg chapel)

Built in 1901 by the founder of the Harvard school of architecture. Straight history, ya’ll. #boston #architecture (Taken with Instagram at Swedenborg chapel)

Fenway! 100 year anniversary! #boston  (Taken with instagram)

Fenway! 100 year anniversary! #boston (Taken with instagram)

Hahaha. Austin, Texas, is that you? #boston  (Taken with Instagram at Harvard Square)

Hahaha. Austin, Texas, is that you? #boston (Taken with Instagram at Harvard Square)

Dogwoods errrrr’ywhere. #boston (Taken with instagram)

Dogwoods errrrr’ywhere. #boston (Taken with instagram)

My first big snowfall. 1.21.12 #boston  (Taken with instagram)

My first big snowfall. 1.21.12 #boston (Taken with instagram)

BOSTON - WHAT. THE. FUCK?!@#$*oi%&(

This srsly just happened to me:

I was walking home from the pharmacy and i heard what sounded strangely like a dog yelping. I ran to the sound and some dude is clocking this small asian women in the face trying to steal her purse and beating the shit out of her.  She falls. I yell at him and he starts running with this purse. I chase him screaming with my big backpack on. A security guard hears me screaming and sees me chasing him and he starts running to help me and we chase him into an alley. The bastard gave us the purse back and we called 911 to help the lady.

Am I just a crime magnet or boston, are you really just that dangerous?

Can I just say how happy I am that this movement is spreading to Boston? I’m thankful to Miss Kate and her cohorts who have spearheaded the launch here!
I’ve already got an attempted mugging under my belt here in Boston (in Beacon Hill, no less), so I’m more aware in public places now that I have been before.  I live in a great, historic neighborhood. The problem is that I’m the LAST street in the neighborhood before the freeway and live across from a halfway house/homeless shelter facility.  It’s not really the residents that are the problem because their doors are locked at 8pm but rather, the unsavory elements that are hanging around outside at night and even during the day.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been catcalled or been the subject of unwanted comments since I moved here (particularly on said corner).  At first, I tried to smile and say thank you when they were quasi-polite, but more often than not, that has led to more pointed comments that are offensive directly after that.  Even when I’m just in a hoodie and jeans walking to the grocery store, some man will walk by and say, “nice figure, ma. blah blah blah.”
This isn’t my first rodeo. I know the difference between a sincere compliment and something else.  That “something else” is blatant attempted sexual degradation. 
I’m not inviting this type of behavior and it’s really started to grate on my nerves. I don’t honestly even know what to do about it.  But, I wish for once, that some of these men could walk in our shoes for the day.  For instance, Friday night I have our school’s Christmas party and I want to get dressed up. The club is easily within walking distance, but I’ll have to get a cab because when I’m dressed up, I feel even more on edge around here. I hate it.
So,  I’m thankful to finally have an outlet in the hollaback movement. In fact, you may remember seeing this video via hollaback making the rounds awhile ago on the news and social media.  The campaign is spreading to large cities all over the world and is based in empowerment through social media, education, and sharing stories of street harassment.  It’s bullshit that this has to be an element of a women’s daily life, but at least now, I have a place to share that frustration and learn about better protecting myself.
kateziegler: via hollabackboston: Sharing is Caring

Can I just say how happy I am that this movement is spreading to Boston? I’m thankful to Miss Kate and her cohorts who have spearheaded the launch here!

I’ve already got an attempted mugging under my belt here in Boston (in Beacon Hill, no less), so I’m more aware in public places now that I have been before.  I live in a great, historic neighborhood. The problem is that I’m the LAST street in the neighborhood before the freeway and live across from a halfway house/homeless shelter facility.  It’s not really the residents that are the problem because their doors are locked at 8pm but rather, the unsavory elements that are hanging around outside at night and even during the day.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been catcalled or been the subject of unwanted comments since I moved here (particularly on said corner).  At first, I tried to smile and say thank you when they were quasi-polite, but more often than not, that has led to more pointed comments that are offensive directly after that.  Even when I’m just in a hoodie and jeans walking to the grocery store, some man will walk by and say, “nice figure, ma. blah blah blah.”

This isn’t my first rodeo. I know the difference between a sincere compliment and something else.  That “something else” is blatant attempted sexual degradation. 

I’m not inviting this type of behavior and it’s really started to grate on my nerves. I don’t honestly even know what to do about it.  But, I wish for once, that some of these men could walk in our shoes for the day.  For instance, Friday night I have our school’s Christmas party and I want to get dressed up. The club is easily within walking distance, but I’ll have to get a cab because when I’m dressed up, I feel even more on edge around here. I hate it.

So,  I’m thankful to finally have an outlet in the hollaback movement. In fact, you may remember seeing this video via hollaback making the rounds awhile ago on the news and social media.  The campaign is spreading to large cities all over the world and is based in empowerment through social media, education, and sharing stories of street harassment.  It’s bullshit that this has to be an element of a women’s daily life, but at least now, I have a place to share that frustration and learn about better protecting myself.

kateziegler: via hollabackboston: Sharing is Caring

Walking home Over the bridge from school at sunset. #boston  (Taken with instagram)

Walking home Over the bridge from school at sunset. #boston (Taken with instagram)

You can barely tell, but thats me next to tigger. I climbed an iron fence in heels to get this picture. My dedication to the Christmas spirit should not be questioned. #boston  (Taken with instagram)

You can barely tell, but thats me next to tigger. I climbed an iron fence in heels to get this picture. My dedication to the Christmas spirit should not be questioned. #boston (Taken with instagram)

Copley stop at night downtown. #boston  (Taken with instagram)

Copley stop at night downtown. #boston (Taken with instagram)

Headed out to liberty hotel in Boston!
p.s. the DJ is way lame.

Headed out to liberty hotel in Boston!

p.s. the DJ is way lame.