Moe’s Books (Berkeley) moved all of the Gaza books to the back of the store (see A trip to Berkeley, California (November 2024))
Some of the books that were prominently displayed:
Nearby Mrs. Dalloway’s Books features works on how to spend most of the day reminding kids that they’re going to die when the Earth goes Full Venus:
I talked to a professor of adolescent medicine shortly after seeing these books and he said that it made sense for all teenagers to be in therapy because of their reasonable fears regarding climate change.
Housing is a human right, which means either a $3 million house from this real estate agency or sleeping in the real estate agency’s alcove:
Dove soap is too precious to be left on the shelf at CVS:
When I was in Berkeley, the same month as your previous post, the Starbucks on Shattuck Ave had ripped out all the seating that had been there 10 years earlier and installed some sort of wooden space-filler. I guess Berkeley’s compassion for the homeless (there was a tent camp a block away next to city hall) means the privileged housed never get to sit.
Also the mini Target (ex Walgreens) down the block kept the *toothpaste* behind lock and key. So we don’t get to shop normally either, to maximize compassion for junkie criminals (sorry! I mean to say, people struggling with addiction and unauthorized property transfers).
I remember about 10 years ago laundry detergent was an underground currency of junkie criminals [sic]. In Colorado at the time, the $20s from ATMs always smelled like detergent, I think from weed growers having to hide the smell on their cash. Not sure if those are related facts.
Nowadays, who exactly operates the black, I mean, white market for beauty soap and toothpaste? I mean, the unhoused and junkies don’t usually smell so lovely and their teeth often fall out, they aren’t using the stuff are they?