I won't be staying at a Marriott again. This, from the Stamford Advocate:
http://www.stamfordadvocate.com/ci_1304
(Many thanks to gurdymonkey for the live link edit 8)
Short version: Defense lawyers (in a civil suit) accuse a sexual assault victim of negligence in her own attack, and have subpoenaed a number of acquaintances, thus "outing" her as a victim to any who hadn't been told. (Because, you know, if I got attacked, the first person I'd tell would be my Pilates instructor 8P )
The Marriott corporation may or may not own or manage the Stamford Marriott. I don't care. If the place has your name on it, either step up or remove your name. I've seen a number of comments to the effect that this situation has made potential customers feel that Marriott does not place a high priority on customers' safety (or womens' safety).
Thanks to zaduzbina for posting the link to the Jezebel.com article about this. Anybody know of activities of interest which take place at Marriott hotels? (According to the Birka website, it's a Radisson, but I haven't done the paperwork when I've stayed in the hotel...)
The thing that gets me is the hubris. I understand that a hotel has a deeper financial pocket than a rapist. I also understand that a sufficiently determined criminal can evade even the most dedicated security measures/staff. But do the lawyers go with the merits? NO! Of course not! "Who does this woman think she is? By G-d, we'll show her! Gotta make an EXAMPLE, BOY HOWDY!" Any pocket deep enough to be sued, must have the resources to hire an attorney who is wise enough to NOT COME OFF LIKE THE BIGGER JERK. I thought that was Civil Suit Law 101...
CAR-pal Tunnel (?NSFW?--profanity)
Mar. 5th, 2008 01:12 pmIn the meantime, I have a Metrocard and and updated train schedule 8)
GrrrSnapSnrrlGrowwwlll...
Nov. 2nd, 2007 08:17 amOne of my favorite events of the last few years has been Bhakail Yule (aka Branslers and Extended Family Christmas and Dance Music Jam). I haven't seen
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You all know what I'm about to say, so I'm not gonna bother to say it 8(
All activities featuring the local Champions of Ahistorical Dysfunction are miserably spread throughout my calendar with no escape in sight. If I want to see my friends at all, I'm still gonna have to leave Yule at 3 in the afternoon to go to work.
Anybody going to Hundred Minutes War? I'll bring sheet music and a guitar....
Boy, That Was Fast 8/
Oct. 6th, 2006 09:23 pmThere was an unforeseen problem that prevented me from getting my rental car, which I could not fix because I Did Not Get Paid.
I schlepped a giant suitcase full of performing and camping equipment on and off of buses and trains (and waiting areas) for fourteen hours with nothing to show for it. I prepaid for camping space and they don't do refunds.
Someday after performing IS my day job, I may write a memoir and include this day's events on a list of "insurmountable odds" I had to overcome, or something.
Sunday is supposed to be warmer / sunny. Busking in Washington Square might be nice. At least the people who put money in my hat don't need a computer to pay me for my hard work.