i was wondering why the Gatorade jug was filled with seawater.
On December 6th, 1989, shortly before five ‘o’ clock and the end of classes before Christmas break, fourteen female engineering students were shot and killed at the École Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec by a gunman who claimed he was “fighting feminism”.
The massacre stands as one of the most tragic hate crimes in Canadian history.
Today we remember:Geneviève Bergeron, aged 21;
Hélène Colgan, 23;
Nathalie Croteau, 23;
Barbara Daigneault, 22;
Anne-Marie Edward, 21;
Maud Haviernick, 29;
Barbara Maria Klucznik, 31;
Maryse Leclair, 23;
Annie St.-Arneault, 23;
Michèle Richard, 21;
Maryse Laganière, 25;
Anne-Marie Lemay, 22;
Sonia Pelletier, 28; and
Annie Turcotte, aged 21.(image credit: Sandy Kowalik)
Notes From 4DPenis: I know about this because The Tragically Hip wrote a song about it. Most of what I know of Canadian history is from Tragically Hip songs.
purplebullfinch asked: Was there ever a time you didn't think you were the smartest one in the room; did it frustrate you, or offer a sense of relief, allow you to put down your intellectual burden?
I never think I’m the “smartest” in the room. When I think of “smart,” I think of the possession of large quantities of raw intelligence. I’m sure I know a lot of stuff, but it hasn’t made me a more complete human being. I might know more than most people, but we are all “smart” and “dumb” in different ways. I’m never completely comfortable in a room of unfamiliar people: it is how I’m wired. If I were to be superlative in some quality, I would more likely to be “quietest” or “worst dressed.”
dark seinfeld of the moon