courtesy of the queue

is the Mars/Venus ship called “heartburn”

is the Mercury/Jupiter ship called “brainstorm”

is the Uranus/Neptune/Pluto ship called “timeshare”

I would love to spin a technicolor homage to Latin Heritage, the likes of which would conjure the kind of imagery reminiscent of old MGM musicals. After all, we can do pageantry and parades in our sleep. But I can’t, because it wasn’t pageantry that got my parents through language barriers, racist employers and cold New York winters.

They left a pre-Castro Cuba, because they saw a future in a country they believed in, never expecting the door would be slammed shut behind them for more than two decades. And so it was. They worked hard and sacrificed and thrived! They pieced together family, created their own and passed on their customs, language, history and of course, that precious blood, in which there is all the stuff you won’t find in a book.

A lot has happened in the 34 years since my first visit to Cuba. I lost my mother to cancer, the Soviet Union collapsed, the Berlin Wall came down, and I grew up and left that magnificent Cuban cocoon of my parents’ making — and became an actress (my father still doesn’t know where he went wrong). Nevertheless, I happily became a willing participant in an industry that has a really hard time seeing me as a Latina woman. This Business of Show that has an incredibly unapologetic history of eradicating ethnicity, changing names and hairlines and, well… history.

The Moment I Understood What My Mother Meant By ‘La Sangre Llama’ – Gina Torres for Latino Voices

Dog Days

“Oh dear – Lightning!”

Victor races down the street, chasing the tiny corgi puppy sporting a bright yellow collar and matching leash. “Lightning! Lightning, sit! Sit, boy! Sit!

But it appears Lightning thinks this is a fine game of chase and isn’t willing to stop it anytime soon. “Oh dear…excuse me! Please! Catch that dog!”

How Doctor Who Ruins Academic Careers!

A) In the discussion of an introductory psychology course the subject matter of the Hindbrain, the Midbrain, and the Forebrain comes across the power point. 

Most students nod and copy the locations down, noting their functions in test preparation. 

In the back row a Whovian sits, staring at the hairless and aged professor intently as if he will suddenly turn into an Ood. A part of the Whovian hopes he does, merely for the sake of proclaiming their friendship for the Ood or their alliance with the Doctor Donna. 

The rest of the class is spent imagining the possibilities, no further notes are taken even as the professor moves onto the next subject.

B) A poetry course which includes the intensive study of Shakespeare’s Sonnets and other Elizabethan Era works. The sonnet of The Dark Lady comes up in the classroom discussion.

The professor asks the question, “Who is this Dark Lady who Shakespeare admires so?”

The Whovian bites their lip, fighting the urge to scream out, “Obviously! It’s none other the Martha Jones!”

Spends the rest of the class digging through the sonnets, looking for description or indications of The Doctor and Martha Jones in Shakespeare’s works.  

anonymous asked:

Speaking as a Jew, I get triggered by Holocaust imagery and mentions too. When we see Swastikas, we think someone is planning to kill us. Nazi comparisons suggest that people don't care if we live or die. We don't think of Nazis, Hitler or Swastikas as clever rhetorical devices, in our collective memory they represent mortal threats. The fact that people defend the comparisons suggests they don't have the courtesy to respect our wishes, humanity or lives.