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It’s in the goofy genes

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"Ooh, ooh. These drugs are a bit different, aren't they? 'Cause I can't feel my tongue."

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Ruth Bader Ginsburg Through the Years

A groundbreaking litigator for women’s rights before being appointed to the bench, Ruth Bader Ginsburg has worn many aspects in her eighty-five years. On the Justice’s birthday, flip through some photographs of her as a girl in Brooklyn, as a law graduate who left Columbia as co-valedictorian (but with no job offers), as a young mother, and as an advocate whose greatest legacy may be in the cases that she argued before what was then an all-male Supreme Court—and won. (Photographs from the collection of the Supreme Court of the United States.)

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From CNN: 20 years of closed-door conversations with Ruth Bader Ginsburg

20 years of closed-door conversations with Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who died at age 87 on Friday, reached the heights of power at her own pace, always recalibrating

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i just want to say that while ruth bader ginsburg dying six weeks before the election is a nightmare and everything we all wished wouldn’t happen, rbg put up a herculean fight. for us. she pushed herself the way no human should, all to protect us, and i admire that. rest easy, ms ginsburg. we honor you. you did all that you could. we can’t ever ask or expect for more. and we won’t forget.

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I want to mourn her death. I want to honor her. I want to pay tribute to who she was as a woman, as a mother, as a lawyer, as a fighter, as a wife, as a justice, as a patriot.

I want to mourn her and celebrate her and thank her for everything that she did, all the decisions that she made that helped me grow up in an America where I was safe to pursue all the things I wanted.

Instead the first emotion I felt wasn’t sadness, or humility, or solemnity. It was fear. Chill down the spine, tears in the eyes, heart racing, muscle clenching fear.

And I will never forgive them for that.