To the guy who chose to shout insults at me for parallel parking on a two-way street today:
I used my indicator way ahead of time and waited for a safe break in traffic to park. Parked the moment I got a break in one straight shot in spite of your honking that started the second after I stopped my car. Apparently, waiting six seconds and missing a green light was enough for you to roll down your window and scream at a woman you have never met and call her a “bitch.”
We all experience frustration in Seattle traffic, but most have the decency to keep it to themselves rather than putting down a stranger over such a minor inconvenience. If this interaction was enough to put you over the edge, you must rarely get a break from your own self-righteous anger.
Special mention to everyone around who kept to themselves and didn’t intervene.
I hope you choke on a bag of dicks.
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Great I,A; thanks for writing it. My only question would be what, exactly, local randos were supposed to do about Angry Driver’s verbal abuses.
Looks like the Stranger has decided not to allow comments. (Amusingly, the “I Saw U” headline post from Friday, 27 March, still invites readers to, “Leave a comment here…”)
Poor Stranger writers, unable to take criticism of the kinds they loved to dish out. Or maybe their getting called out for political lying happened too many times? (E.g, the Stranger desperately wanted readers to believe SUPER UW hadn’t celebrated the 10/7 attacks.)
If it is true, then the “tell” here would be Charles Mudede, now again using for his personal photograph the Herb Ritts-like one from a quarter century ago, not the more recent one. Between refusing to admit Sawant actually stumped for Trump, and refusing to admit Katie Wilson likely failed out of Oxford, the Stranger has decided to reject any external reality it happens not to like, to create one it likes more — and refuse to let pesky readers pollute it with fact.
In a survey a few years back, I told the Stranger I would not read it without comments. As that statement remains true, thirty-four-plus consecutive years of my loyally reading the Stranger now comes to an end. Starting with the very first issue, paying for a subscription back in the ’90s, and loving all of the arts & culture coverage — it’s been a wild ride. Thanks for all of the good parts, and sorry you lost your way — and then your nerve. The latter really did distinguish you, once upon a time in Seattle.
Yet another great thing about Seattle slides into the past, and starts fading from civic memory. Sad.
Checking back in one last time, just to be sure commenting has almost gone away. Thanks for publishing Julianne Bell’s and Billie Winter’s great photo-journalism essay, Passing Through. I frequented all of those spaces during my decades in Seattle, and both the images and words here perfectly captured the experiences of those spaces. Thank you for reminding me of some of the places I loved, in the city I once loved.
Now deprived of any restraining caution which the threat of corrective comments may once have imparted, the Stranger’s political coverage has already become wildly unhinged: “…US-Israeli bombing raids on civilian targets across Iran…” No source, no link, no images support this claim of widespread war crimes. It appears two solid years of completely-wrong ‘genocide’ coverage of Gaza have indeed taught the Stranger absolutely nothing.