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There was an eyeball

When Ursula caught parts of Flotsam and Jetsam and I'm still not over it.

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What if this whole time TayTay's "breakup" songs have been about the industry and not boys at all????

What of taytay was trying to tell us all along!

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Shou Tucker is worse than Umbridge

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Just saying…

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“I think of too many of my white graduate students at Harvard who somehow feel perfectly comfortable calling me by my first name, but feel reluctant to refer to my white male colleagues– even those junior to me– in the same way. And I think about how my black students almost always refer to me as ‘Professor Lawrence-Lightfoot’ even when I have known them a long time and urge them to be less formal. The title indicates their respect for me, but also their own feelings of self-respect, that part of them that gets mirrored in my eyes. And besides, if their mothers or grandmothers heard them call me by my first name, they would be embarrassed; they would think that they had not raised their children right. So I completely understand when one of them says to me (n response to my request that he call me Sara after we have worked together for years), ‘I’m sorry, that is not in my repertoire, Professor Lawrence-Lightfoot.’

  These private daily encounters with white and black students are punctuated by public moments– too numerous to recall– when the humiliation of being called by my first name seems to demand an explicit response; when I feel I must react to the assault not only for my own self-protection, but also in order to teach a lesson on respectful behavior. I regard these public encounters as ‘teachable moments.’ I make a choice to respond to them; a choice that I know will both help to shield me and render me more vulnerable.

A few years ago I was asked to speak at a conference at the University of Chicago, a meeting for social scientists and their graduate students about race, class, gender, and school achievement. The other speaker was Professor James Coleman, a distinguished sociologist, a white man several years my senior who was well known and highly regarded for his large-scale statistical studies on educational achievement. Both of us came to the conference well prepared and eager to convey our work to fellow scholars. The language of the occasion was full of the current rhetoric of our disciplines; focused, serious, sometimes esoteric and opaque. I say all this to indicate that there was nothing playful or casual about either of our presentations. Neither of us said anything that suggested informality or frivolity. 

When we had finished speaking, the moderator opened the floor for questions, and several hands shot up in the air. The first to speak was a middle-aged white man who identified himself as an advanced graduate student finishing his training at another prestigious university. He began, ‘I would like to address my question to both Professor Coleman and Sara…’ I could feel my heart racing, then my mind go blank. In fact, I could not even hear his question after he delivered the opening phrase. I saw there having a conversation with myself, feeling the same rage that my parents must have felt sixty years earlier in Jackson, Mississippi. How can this be? How can this guy call him ‘Professor’ and me ‘Sara’? And he has no clue about what he has done, how he has injured me. I’m not even sure that the others in the audience have heard what he just said; whether they’ve recognized the asymmetry, the assault. Somehow, I must have indicated to Jim Coleman (we were friends and colleagues) that I wanted to respond first. He must have seen the panic in my eyes and my shivering body. I heard my voice say very slowly, very clearly, ‘Because of the strange way you addressed both of us, “Professor Coleman and Sara,” I am not able to respond to your question. As a matter of fact,’ I say, leaning into the microphone, holding onto it for dear life, ‘I couldn’t even hear your question.’ The room was absolutely still. I was not sure that there were any people out there who had any idea how I was feeling, any idea that I was on fire. But my voice must have conveyed my pain, even if the cause was obscure to them. ‘Would you please repeat your question?’ I asked the man, who had by now slid halfway down his seat, and whose face revealed a mixture of pain and defiance. ‘And this time, would you ask it in a way that I will be able to hear it.’ …My ancestors were speaking, reminding me of my responsibility to teach this lesson of respect; reminding me that I deserved to be respected.” - Prof. Sara Lawrence-Lightfoot, Respect: An Exploration, Chapter 2

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This is how you should ask trans and non-binary people about their identity 

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Hannibal: Next time bring your wife. I'd love to have you both for dinner.

Me: *giggles uncontrollably because Hannibal made a secret pun*

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I'm a toss up between Alex and Eliza. Go figure.

Hamilton characters as things I’ve heard at school:

Alex: Well it’s not like I already haven’t had six mental breakdowns today…what’s one more.

John: I just wanna work with animals when I grow up. Do I really need calculus? I think not!

Hercules: *loud screeching*

Lafayette: I thought taking AP classes would be good for me. That choice has made me an AP idiot.

Thomas: Don’t touch my Gucci flip flops!

James: Y’all can catch me jumping out the window. *does a peace sign*

Peggy: I swear if I have homework over winter break I will winter break my neck.

Angelica: He was looking at me like I was a damn snack. Like bitch! If you’re looking for a snack there’s vending machines in the cafeteria. Because this *gestures to self* ain’t it.

Eliza: I have a love-hate relationship with humanity. At home when I’m unbothered I love humanity. When I’m here I secretly wish for the apocalypse.

Aaron: what. the. fuck. What. The. Fuck. WHAT. THE. FUCK!

Samuel Seabury: Sometimes I wonder if becoming a priest that blesses sheep wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

Charles: *during a fire drill* MOVE BITCH MY ASS IS ALMOST TOAST!

King George III: Who’s the peasant? Me. I’m the peasant. It’s sad European hours my dudes.

George Washington: *scared silence*

TAG YOURSELF I AM PEGGY.

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So we all know the double casting symbolism in Hamilton.

Lafayette and Hercules fought at his side in the war. Jefferson and Madison were political opponents he fought against.

Laurens was probably the closest to Hamilton, so he was essentially family, like Philip.

Peggy loved him like a brother, and Mariah was his lover and possibly loved him.

There’s another that not as many people know about. James Reynolds, the man who started what led Hamilton to severely damage his reputation, is also the doctor who couldn’t save his son’s life.

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Have y'all HEARD. about what Lin did???

So as you all know, Lin is in Puerto Rico performing with Hamilton to raise money for the arts in PR. During a performance, there was a person filming the show… From the 4TH ROW. So Lin, being the badass freestyle rapper that he is, CHANGED the WORDS to call out this person. It was during My Shot, and this is what Lin rapped:

“I’m a get a scholarship to King’s College,

I prob'ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish,

LADY FILMING IN THE 4TH ROW, PLEASE STOP IT,

I gotta holler just to be heard, with every word I drop knowledge.”

The original line is:

“I got a lot of brains but no polish”

Here’s what he posted on Twitter:

And then apparently the person emailed Lin to apologize

And he responded with dignity and grace. Lin never fails to amaze me.

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It’s a poorly kept secret around Beacon Hill High that on Valentine’s Day, students send each other flower-grams during chemistry with Mr. Harris, and only then.  No less than a dozen knocks at the classroom door means everyone has failed miserably.

“Stiles…Bilinski?”  It’s interruption number seven and a throbbing vein is protruding from Harris’ forehead.  The student hands Stiles one red flower.  Carnation color code is strict and inflexible.  Red can only indicate one thing; a secret admirer.  

Derek Hale shifts restlessly at his desk, back of his neck alarmingly pink.

Please let it be from him, Stiles prays.

Sterek Valentine Week 2019  ♥ Secret Admirer 

@sterekvalentineweek

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Am I watching Hannibal again?

Why yes. Yes I am. Because the new year has started and I need something beautiful to start my year off right.

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“queer” is such a useless term. if i tell someone im bisexual, they know i am attracted to men and women. if a man tells me he is gay, i know he is a man exclusively attracted to other men. if someone tells me they are queer, it tells me nothing about them. it doesnt tell me who they attracted to. it tells me nothing about that person.

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friends, lemme share this little gem with you

FIRST! The inner flap:

oh dear indeed… 

some people crayons are jerks.

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:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :’’’’) :’’’’’’’’)))))))))))

i just have a lot of feelings about this book and think everyone should own it

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every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell

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#Drawlloween Day 3: Cryptid

I decided to rewatch Hannibal  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯