They really want the media to move on about the whole nun thing. Their mission is more important: reshaping the tarnished reputation of a plant that provides numerous health benefits. “The Cannabis plant,” writes Sister Kate in a forum post on their website, “has, against science and truth, been maligned and lied about for seventy-five years and the lights have now gone on, and it is time for everyone to know, for everyone to see. So we try to bury our indignation, when our earnings are over-stated or our mission is made to look greedy and capitalistic, because their spin is getting the conversation going.”
Before Clinton extended maximum sentencing, before Reagan announced his policy of zero tolerance, before William Randolph Hearst, DuPont, Herbert Hoover and his cronies gave weed its Spanish name and illegal status to boost their market share, there was the India Hemp Drugs Commission Report. The history of government involvement in chemical research is a story as long as our millennial attention spans are short. But the report written by representatives of the British and Indian governments in 1894 marks one of the strangest and most hilarious examples of straight-laced suits getting groovy to gather government intelligence on narcotics in history.
Sativa gets you up and going, indica keeps you chill. But who has heard of the third sibling of the marijuana plant? While the cannabis plant has been selected for myriad properties for tens of thousands of years, ruderalis was not identified until 1942 by a Soviet botanist, known to the internet only as Janischewski. The natural scientist was studying cannabis plants along the Volga river valley when he noticed he had found a unique strain of the wild-growing plant.
In the dog days of the summer of ’41, Martha Kostyra was born into a middle class Jersey City family of Polish origins. She brushed with fame babysitting the children of several New York Yankees, including Yogi Berra and Mickey Mantle. At 15, she began modeling. At Barnard, she met Andrew Stewart who was studying law at Yale and whom she married in 1961.
The year was 1994. While Serbia continued to bomb its own citizens in the regions of Bosnia and Herzegovina, two starry-eyed brothers who at one time wrote on Seinfeld made their directorial debut. Lloyd Christmas is dumb. His best friend and roommate Harry Dunne is also dumb, but slightly less so. Both struggle to survive in society. They go on a road trip to return a woman’s suitcase and find adventure/capers. Dumb and Dumber would gross $247 million at the box office and go on to inform the international comedic sensibilities. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it: this was the mentality as the Providence, Rhode Island brothers’ road trip comedy was the film that launched three other road trip comedy films, two of which also began in Providence. Kingpin (1996), There’s Something About Mary (1998), and Me, Myself & Irene (2000) followed the Dumb and Dumber model to varying degrees of success. The fact that the comedy bros Peter and Bobby Farrelly could sell such similar movies to major Hollywood studios four times is a testament to their landmark film. It’s one of our favorites and below we have compiled its superlative moments.
Game of Thrones is here once again, and we’ve got to thinking about what the program means to us. Deep character relations? Certainly. Interesting political intrigue? Undoubtedly. A wide and varied storyline that is incredibly intricate? Absolutely. But if we’re being honest, we hold one aspect of the show higher than any other—the brutal Game of Thrones deaths. If you’ve seen the show, then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Cast your mind back and I’m sure you can think of many a blood-soaked body. We’ve trawled through the past seasons of Game Of Thrones to bring you our favorite deaths of all. Spoilers are inevitable. Turn back now if you haven’t seen the show!