In my first 30 years I was a shy and awkward loner. I found solace in obscure movies, music, and the strange realms of my imagination. A sweet romantic who spends more time dreaming than saying. What else can be said about this Canadian man named Andrew with a small art collection and a camera?
Love it.
The Stranger recently interviewed Neko Case about her youth in Tacoma (onetime home to yours truly) and Seattle:
For a stretch, she lived down the street from the Frisko Freeze in Tacoma. She raves about the cheeseburgers and fries, but recounts that they didn’t employ women, at least when she used to eat there on a regular basis before moving away in 1994. She explains, “I actually asked for a job once, and they told me to my face, ‘We don’t hire women.’ I almost put on a corset and took to the streets! Burger suffrage! Weird. They have a shrimpwich, but I dare not taste it.”
Thanks to Megan for the tip.
Oh. My. God.
My dad once told as about a great burger spot in them olden days of our home town. It didn’t employ women either, which made it awesome, according to my dad at least. The crux of this paternal-folklore was that the place went down the gutter as soon as the ‘feminists’ forced their way in with all their rights and stuff.
Reblogging for commentary. Hooray for change!
Actually, my good friend Tia has worked there on and off for the last three or four years, and she got our mutual Taylor...
That was Neko? Whoa.
with the Gipper.
brb having masturbatory fantasies about adolescent punk rock Neko for the rest of my dayzzz
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