According to a report from PR Week, Baylor officials placed a mole within several support groups for sexual assault survivors as a way to control their messaging and keep the university from looking bad.
Baylor currently faces a Title IX lawsuit from 10 anonymous former students for their alleged serial mishandling of sexual assault cases over the past decade, and Baylor football players have been accused of committing 52 rapes over four years.
[Matt] Burchett reportedly used his role as the school’s chief event planner and student life liaison to gain the trust of the [survivor] groups. He would pretend to help them organize activities, all while siphoning information back to Baylor officials and to Ketchum, a PR firm retained by the school in the wake of reporting on its handling of sexual assaults.
[…] He also reportedly tried to get them to adopt more university-friendly rhetoric in their public communications.
“The paternoster elevator at Prague City Hall. These door-less, continuously moving lifts are the 1860s invention of Peter Ellis, an architect from Liverpool, and were once popular all over Eastern Europe and Germany before production ended in the 1970s over safety concerns. ” Video courtesy Jada Yuan
you ever just instantly develop an irrational fear
my toddler brain immediately thought “in what brutal manner will you be crushed if you don’t get out at the last floor” but it turns out thats not one of the ways they will kill you
OMG I saw one of these in the restored Metropolis and couldn’t figure out how it managed those turns thank you. Plus I had no idea this was a real thing in the real world.
tbh I’d love a horror-comedy about a retail worker accidentally becoming a ghost/demon hunter because they’re just so unfazed by difficult and weird and bellicose customers that evil entities aren’t much more of a challenge.
“sir or ma’am or neuter, I’m going to have to ask you to stop crawling on the ceiling, you’re disturbing the other residents”
“please leave this place before I call the exorcist to remove you from the premises”
“company policy forbids me from accepting power from customers in exchange for my soul or firstborn child”
“sir, if you keep speaking to me like that, I’m going to have to end this spirit board conversation. have a good day, goodbye”
the walls start weeping blood. our hero gives a long-suffering sigh, walks away, comes back with a wheelie mop bucket and biohazard gloves. hey, it’s better than bathrooms on the overnight shift, at least blood’s not smelly when it’s fresh.
After facing Karen of the Many Coupons and Screaming Children, Asgortoh the Reaper of the Damned is no contest.
at least it pays more than minimum wage
Vampire, stuck outside the window: L̴̠̍̚e̶͇̠̳͆͝t̶͎̺̥̔̇͠ ̴͚̈́̒m̷̧͂̒͘ė̷͍̲̊ ̵̞̥͍̀ḭ̷̪̎ņ̷̖̲̈́̾͝s̶͖̜̒̄̏i̷̥̾̅d̸͉̅̔e̶̥̲̓̿
Hero: My apologies, but as I explained, the restaurant was closed 28 minutes ago. Come back tomorrow.
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