Kelly Marie Tran enlivens the next Star Wars with a new brand of hero.
Before actress Kelly Marie Tran had to endure the five-month casting process to join Star Wars: The Last Jedi—as Rose Tico, a Starfighter mechanic who becomes one of Finn’s (John Boyega’s) biggest allies in his continued fight against the First Order—she was knocking around the L.A. audition circuit while working as an office assistant to pay the bills. “I always thought I was going to be that weird friend on a sitcom,” says Tran, the daughter of Vietnamese immigrants (her mom worked at a funeral home; her dad, at Burger King) and a UCLA communications major. “But after I got the role, I had to work for another week! Then I told my job, my family, and my friends I was moving to Canada for an indie. I had to Google pictures of Canada to send them! It was so stressful.”
Nevertheless, Tran was quick to put her stamp on the notoriously top-secret saga. “Kelly has an infectious energy and creative spirit that actually ended up influencing her character,” says director Rian Johnson. Rose “may not be glorified in the Resistance the way Rey [Daisy Ridley] and Finn are,” Tran says, “but has an important story to tell. She can and will make a difference.” Which means she’ll have the attention of many an insatiable Star Wars fan. “The best thing I did to prepare for all of that was just leave everything,” she says. “As soon as we wrapped, I bought a ticket to South Africa, lived on a wildlife reserve, and worked with endangered animals for two months—with no internet. It was absolutely perfect.”
Some of you all have the nerve to think that undocumented immigrants do not want to follow the immigration process so I will have to educate you regarding specifically Latinx immigration.
1) the immigration process is so expensive in itself without the costs of lawyers. 2) Most of the so called “rapists and criminals” work in the field all day with the burning sun for $1.25 a day 3) My family had to pay at least $25,000 to immigrate my mom and my sister. (which caused my family to lose our house) 4) Now tell me, where the hell do you think people can come up with that amount of money to apply? Given that Latinos are the most underpaid minority. 5) YOU ARE FUCKING IGNORANT 6) Trust me, do not think we get a fucking rush of adrenaline living undocumented.People actually fear being separated from their families. Don’t you think if they had the means necessary to prevent that they would have done it by now? 7) you owe me for educating your racist ass.
Honestly I hate anyone who complains about smart phones and technology ruining communication. My immigrant mom has spent over 30 years feeling isolated in the U.S because of her language barrier and now at age 63 she’s learning to use LINE and video chat to talk with her relatives and friends overseas, and the earnest joy and excitement she gets from something as small as a friend sending her animated gif reactions is enough to melt the entire arctic
Spending the weekend in Toronto. My mom originally immigrated here from Italy before she moved to the US and met my dad. There’s more Italians in TO than any other region outside of Italy itself. 🇮🇹🇨🇦🇺🇸
Story has 4 Ashkenazim characters as the main cast. Two are Orthodox immigrants from Ukraine (both women), one is Reform from NYC (non-binary, but initially seen as a man), one is a mostly secular woman from an interfaith family. One of the Orthodox women goes through a lot of culture shock in the US and is prone to commenting on others' habits (not nagging, more like a detective). As I'm not Jewish, what intracommunity issues should I avoid bringing up? (1/2)
The secular woman is an accomplice to a murder at one point and has ties to organized crime, but is trying to leave that life. Her arc does not end tragically, though she does flee NY to avoid legal repercussions. Any potential implications for her arc I should keep in mind? The setting is NYC, 1920s. (2/2) (Since I have a bit of extra space: thanks for all the hard work you all do!)
1920’s NYC, Jewish characters
I’m a little curious how someone who isn’t Jewish winds up populating their story with an entirely Jewish cast of leads in the first place. I hope you’ve read some of our literature first just to get a feel for how we work when we tell our own stories. (Recs with settings that might help you specifically: The Golem and the Jinni, set in 1900’s NYC; @barrydeutch ’s Hereville graphic novels, set today but starring an Orthodox girl;Mystery Midrash collection of Jewish mysteries, especially the NYC-immigrant set “Mom Remembers”.)
>> As I’m not Jewish, what intracommunity issues should I avoid bringing up?
Since you’re an outsider you probably shouldn’t take sides using your Jewish characters as a mouthpiece for yourself on whether or not to choose full Orthodox observance vs. Reform practices – as long as both are depicted as a valid personal choice within the story you’ll probably avoid ruffling the most of our feathers. Don’t go out of your way to make Orthodox Jews look un-feminist; there are Orthodox Jewish feminists who have probably made any argument you can think of already not only from within Judaism but within Orthodox culture specifically.
Also, and I can’t stress this enough, we are not “going to hell” if we don’t keep kosher. Jewish people’s relationship with our own rules is not the same as Christianity’s. It’s different in ways many Christians/Christian-born atheists don’t even realize religions can be different. So if your Orthodox character is looking down on the Reform character for some reason it’s probably going to have more of the flavor of “shame you aren’t personally helping keep the tradition alive” than “you are a naughty pangolin and G-d doesn’t love you” – although, like I said, I’d be more comfortable if they didn’t get into those sorts of conflicts at all.
The way I address this kind of difference in observance level in my upcoming f/f novella Knit One, Girl Two is that the secular MC, Clara, keeps making awkward comments about Danielle’s eating habits, since Danielle (who is Reform) goes to services every Friday night and keeps “kosher-lite.” It makes her self-conscious about being so secular, but Danielle reassures her “you think about the way I eat more than I do.” I’ve been in plenty of groups both online and in person where the level of observance varied, and everyone just kind of rolled with it.
I’m not sure I have enough information to spot anything problematic about the secular woman who’s forced to flee NYC. If she’s secular but still has a strong Jewish identity, having her flee to another place with the kind of heavy Jewish presence as NYC would ring true. That way she’ll still be able to get the foods she craves, be around people like her if she runs into period-accurate discrimination, etc. I’m not sure what those places would be in 1920 but my gut is saying “Big cities and possibly Charleston, SC.” If you want me to delve into that more and can’t find it on your own, send a separate ask just saying “where were the Jewish enclaves in 1920’s North America.”
As for what kinds of interesting observations the Orthodox woman could make about her new environment that sound detective-y, I guess make a list of all the things that would be different between shtetl life and NYC at that time period – she’s probably not encountered Italians before, for example – and then go down the list and pick all the ones that don’t make her look like a jerk? I mean, she’s gonna notice a heck of a lot besides just “that woman is showing parts of her body my culture doesn’t show.”
When you’re both an Asian American girl and a lesbian, so you have to deal with really heavy fetishization of both of those identities, which makes finding actual communities dealing with both of those difficult, because it just turns up porn instead.
Also having to deal with conservative immigrant parents, as your mom makes comments about being eager to be chased by boys someday and frowning upon your older sister dating a short boy, when you’ve only ever been uncomfortable/annoyed by guys hitting on you (I also get the impression that if I were straight, I’d be doing some of the chasing instead, but as a lesbian, I’m practically forced to do the chasing myself, anyway, once I’m able to) and dating girls is, sadly, at least a magnitude less socially acceptable than dating a short boy.
I just cleaned a PhD student’s filthy bathroom. It was gross and took a lot of elbow grease, and I still have the floor left to do at some point before said PhD student comes back to the room I’m subletting from him for the summer. His bathroom was definitely not beautiful when I got here, but I was in a cleaning mood and felt the need to make it freaking sparkle.
This isn’t the first bathroom I’ve left sparkling. It’s actually the second. As in the second (maybe third?) time in my life I’ve cleaned an entire bathroom myself, period. Before you roll your eyes too hard at what a spoiled child I was, know that it’s not that I never had chores growing up–I definitely did. They just were never very involved. It was more like, are you bored, little Azucena? Here, chop these vegetables. Peel these potatoes. Sweep this corner. Wipe down these windows. Do these dishes. Little chores sprinkled here and there throughout my childhood, mostly to give me something to do. But as soon as school started, bam. No more chores. Especially when school got more intense in middle school and high school, I had no chores, ever. Why? Because my mom believed my education was more important, so she did all the heavy lifting to keep our house running and sparkling while our dad worked one to two manual labor jobs. I could say a lot about my dad, but today I want to talk about my mom.
My mom doesn’t have a job. She hasn’t had a job at least since I was born. She’s a stay at home mom of twenty-some years, all for me and my brother. My mom had hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Because of them, she came to the US stuffed along with one other young woman into the cramped, hot car trunk of a coyote (a person who smuggles people over the Mexico-US border). Before that, she had gone to school in Mexico to be a social worker and entertained thoughts of becoming a primary school teacher. She worked in several US factories with next to no English language ability before she ended up at the same furniture refurbishment company my dad still works at. And then I was born, and she gave it all up so I could have a better chance at life than she did. The whole American dream thing I still half believe in.
My mom’s hands are shiny and raw from all the elbow grease she’s put into making sure my brother and I were always comfortable and fed. She has back and circulation problems that she never goes to the doctor for, instead prioritizing my brother’s and my health. She endures the boredom of being a stay at home mom even though she still wishes she could do more with her life. She’s silent (most of the time) when my dad harasses her for watching soap operas on Univision all night or for not joining him as he attends prayer group or bible study, all after she’s spent the entire day looking after our house, preparing the hot dinner my dad sits down to every evening. She doesn’t buy things for herself so she can save some of the money my dad gives her, and she uses her savings on me and my brother or sends it away to Mexico for my grandparents. She picks up after my brother’s stubborn, ever present messes and heckles him to finish his homework (and play less video games). Our bathroom–our entire house, really–is always sparkling, and I almost never lift a finger. No one else does.
I’ve acknowledged my mom’s sacrifices plenty of times before, but this time, as I scrubbed away at a stranger’s filthy bathroom, I felt her pain more acutely. I wonder if she held on to plans of learning English and going back into the workforce as soon as her first born (me) was just a little bit older. Did she ever have moments when she resented having given up her family and Mexican education to wind up alone and far away as someone’s housewife? At what point did she decide, okay, this whole US thing is not going to work out the best for me, so I’ll make sure it does for my children? I feel so sorry for all the extra pains I’ve caused her, physical and emotional, and I’m so grateful for all she’s done for me and the rest of my family. My strong, caring, amazing mother that no one will ever know about if I don’t tell her story. And there are so many more, just like her–immigrant mothers who’ve left their homes and everything they knew, willing to give everything up for their children to have a shot at success, have more comfortable lives safe from the political and economic turmoil of their native countries. Thank you. Thank you so, so much.
For those of you who don’t live in Russia or may not have heard of it, today is Victory Day in Russia, it’s the holiday that marks the end of WWII in Europe.
23 million Russian people died during that war, not a single family was left unscathed by the tragedies of war, and today I realized something extremely important about this holiday; as an American I am taught that Russia is an end all be all of backwards thinking and tyrant leaders, we as the west have no idea the damage that has been left by war in this country. In the west Victory Day is seen as this giant gun and military show as a way of striking fear into others to show how powerful they are as a country, this is not the case.
People come from all over to Moscow for this celebration (or remembrance), they bring photos of their fallen family members who were either soldiers, civilians, prisoners of war, etc. and they march down Red Square. They lay flowers by monuments (especially the eternal flame) that commemorate their loved ones and veterans who fought during that horrendous war. I am truly moved actually, and it saddens me that we Americans act as if we took the big blow during WWII when literally 23 million people were killed(I am not saying that many men and women died for our country as well, but 23 million is something that kind of hits you like a punch in the face when you think about it), /23 million people/ that’s like the population of New York and Connecticut combined, imagine the entire states of Connecticut and New York being wiped off the face of the planet, that’s a huge number!
This day is to remember that something almost inconceivable actually happened, that war is horrendous, that war is not glorious. It is patriotism in a form of which I have never seen before, it is low key, but strong, it is quiet but at the same time just as loud as a bomb.
This country has been through so much, the Soviet Union was a chaotic time, churches were destroyed (yes, religion was banned during the Soviet Union so that is why this country is so heavily Christian centered now), families being displaced all the time, one economic crash after another, and we just continue to act as if we had nothing to do with it at all, that we just sanction the hell out of them and hope it changes their mind, that we still act as if the Cold War is still a happening. I know this country is corrupt, but America is not innocent either, none of us have clean hands in this world.
That’s all I have to say in this topic, this is not an opinion, just simply an observation from my stay here.
What are the races of the AU characters? Are they the same as in the original play or different?
Hunter Chandler: American with a slight Irish or Scottish heritage. He probably goes to visit his relatives once a year.
Hunter McNamara: Half American, half German on his moms side. In fact he takes after his mother looks wise. He was the kid in high school that picked up his phone and would talk in another language.
Hunter Duke: I would say second generation Japanese so his grandfather comes from Japan, his mother is half so he’s a quarter. Still gets invited to family traditional events and the hunters definitely have black mail of Duke in a yukata for New Years.
Vincent Sawyer: Nothing special. His parents are both from Sherwood Ohio and never left. Vincent is scared he’ll be the same hence the colleges.
JD: Latin American. Both parents are/were immigrants her mom from Mexico and her dad from Brazil.
ok lets talk about gabe saporta and why he’s totally kickass and amazing
he had a super rough childhood.. like his family came to the US with barely any money, his dad worked on the streets selling scarves and he lived in an apartment w/ a ton of other immigrant families … his mom left his family & took all their money so they were left with nothing. gabe still doesn’t talk to her so he basically only has his dad … he came from nOTHing ok and this guy is SO smart holy shit and so interesting + street smart … he got his degree in philosophy from Rutgers while being in like 3 bands … he worked for TEN years in his first 2 mildly successful bands before cobra made it big …. he is an amAZING friend and pete wentz credits gabe with saving his life … he’s a vegetarian & humanitarian … he’s totally spiritual and believes that material things hold no value .. OH AND MY FAV he had a cyst on his vocal chords and was in like totally awful pain for a year+ but would always stay outside talking to fans in the rain and fucking it up more. he wanted to record his record so bad that he pushed through the pain to do it & it ended up so bad it was questionable if he’d ever sing again. BUT HE DID and hes BACK BADA BING BADA BOOM thIS GUY is sO cOOL and an A+++ human
Why not both? (Also god bless you guys are fantastic) ❤️
- He had an older brother who was also peculiar, but he died when Hugh was like…10
- He’s Filipino! Or like half, his mom immigrated to Ireland and married his dad who was full Irish
- This means he also has an Irish accent! It’s just not as strong as Fiona’s
- Lanky string bean of a boy, he’s like 6 foot
- He’s 15 and like four months younger than Fiona and she loves it
- He really like snapdragon flowers
- He’s big on group Halloween costumes, like he plots this months in advance, he and Fiona do couple costumes, he plans group costumes for all the peculiars, and because he’s a DORK he probably tried to give all his bees hats or something, but forgot his peculiarity doesn’t include bee hats and almost dies
- Really likes honey (canon) but like to the extent it’s worrying. Miss Peregrine will get honey one day and it’s gone in 5 minutes because he hoards it in his room
- His go to snacks are Cheetos and Oreos
- Ridiculously empathetic and protective, he will get like emotionally attached to everything and everyone and everybee, so when someone hurts someone he loves he will kick some ass
- No one knows why he wears his goggles, everyone has their own theory but the true reason is he thinks they look cool
- Really likes sci-fi movies, definitely prefers Star Wars to Star Trek (Millard prefers Star Trek and there have been battles)
- Hates cold weather. It’s bad for his bees and he doesn’t like being cold. In the winter he is positively miserable and wears so many layers
- Dad friend, makes so many dad jokes, takes his friends on ‘bonding experiences’ like hiking trips and biking trips, makes way too many bee puns
- Is the little spoon (Fiona is the big spoon and they both enjoy the arrangement)
- Probably learned sign language so Fiona could communicate more comfortably
(I did some Millard HCs a while back but I can’t link them sorry)
- Breaks the law daily, he’s invisible so why would he need to p a y for a movie ticket? Why buy this cool pen when he can just stick it in his mouth and it’s invisible too? He should have been arrested by now
- Bisexual icon, literally gets a crush on everyone he sees (probably has a tiny crush on Hugh let’s b e e real, totally had a crush on Victor, thought Melina was cute)
- You can see when he’s sunburnt or blushing, which is why he wears a sun hat at the beach because he doesn’t like the fact that people can see him when he doesn’t want them too
- He’s a super picky eater
- He really likes pasta
- He’s probably Jewish but not very religious
- Secretly a mom friend but super subtly, he learns what stresses everyone out or what upsets them and does his best to help them avoid it. He learns things about the children, like how Horace will look messier and flinch away whenever he’s had a particularly bad nightmare or how Claire’s back mouth will make certain noises when she’s upset or feeling left out. Once he notices he will point it out to Bronwyn or Miss P, or leave them hot chocolate the way he knows they like it. He’s and observer and he’ll be darned if he isn’t going to use his skills to help his friends, but he never gets completely involved (emotions are not his strong suit)
- He hates wearing pants and shirts but he loves socks, he gets an expansive sock collection in modern day and it’s impressive
Sock is mildly lactose intolerant but he’ll consume most milk products anyway because fuck it, then he groans about having a stomach for the next hour
Lil’s dad is an Indian immigrant and her mom was an american who left them when Lil was pretty young. Her dad is Sikh, and while he’s always been very open about his religious beliefs he never wanted to make Lil feel like she had to practice his or any religion if she didn’t want to. So even though Lil isn’t all that interested in religion she admires the way her dad respects everyone
Sock was that kid who always pulled out his loose teeth before they were ready, started bleeding everywhere, and had to get sent to the nurse’s office
Jonathan likes most vegetables but he HATES green beans
Sock was nice to pretty much everyone who ever knew him, but even though pretty much everyone in the area knew him, no one really knew him. Like if you asked someone about him they be like “oh yeah Sock’s great” but if you ask anything about him they’d suddenly realize they had no idea what his favorite food was or what he did for fun. So when it came out that Sock had killed his parents and himself it was the talk of the fucking town. How could something like this happen in their quiet suburban neighborhood. People wouldn’t stop gossiping about it for months.
Shout out to all the immigrant moms like mine for always hustling. If my mom isn’t at her full time job, she’s either cooking up tamales to sell to your family, selling Avon to your mom, or sewing up the jeans you ripped for eating too many of her tamales.