It’s always like “Doctor…did you used to travel with someone else…before you met me? What…what happened to them?” And then the doctor gets enigmatic and angsty which is not helpful and I just think if these women got each others’ contact info and started having regular meetings they could establish some baseline workplace safety regulations.
This comic about spot loving Data so much and Realising Lore is not her person because Data is soft/loving and wouldn’t be mean to spot or try to kill his crew has me in actual tears
I spent two weeks making myself crazy handsewing a preposterous amount of leaves to make this cloak 🍁 The weather is cool enough to wear it! Belt pouch and jabot also made by me, shirt and skirt thrifted, antler hair fork by Loitsutar, owl pendant by Omnia Studios, Crowley belt from Strange Loop Jewellery, and boots are Fluevog.
Spock is a Jewish-coded fucking Vulcan who grew up on an alien world and was played by and basically created by a Jewish man and in 2019 you guys are still drawing him in Christmas sweaters and writing 18 billion Christmas fics about him
Reminder that in the Star Trek extended universe novels Amanda Grayson is made explicitly Jewish and thus Spock is not merely Jewish coded, he’s straight up, undeniably, legal under any movements definition, Jewish.
Okay but imagine tiny angry almost-thirteen-year-old Worf, who knows that throwing him a huge bar mitzvah would make his parents so, so happy, but is also really not sure about what that would mean about his relationship to his Klingon heritage, or how Jewish a Klingon adoptee can even be.
And there’s the sound of a transporter beam from outside. And a couple minutes later, Sergei knocks at his door, literally vibrating with excitement. “Worf. You have a visitor.”
“I am Spock,” the visitor says, as though Worf doesn’t recognize him, as though anyone wouldn’t recognize him. But then he introduces himself again, with his full Vulcan name; and then a third time, with his Hebrew name.
“I heard,” he continues, “about a boy asking the same questions I did, at his age. It is an old man’s vanity, to assume my own experiences hold any wisdom for the young. Nevertheless, if my counsel would be of value–” he tilts his head as though that’s a joke, though at whose expense Worf can’t tell “–I am at your disposal.”
I have a new policy. It’s September now so we’re still good, but the second stores bring out the Christmas displays I’m putting on my Hanukkah sweater and not taking it off until February.
Useful for explaining sensory-related eating challenges…
[ID: Image from feedinglittles.com with the writing “Why does my child struggle with fruits and veggies?” First rows of hands with orange painted fingernails hold four different blueberries, each one labeled juicy, squishy, sweet, sour. Second row of hands hold four identical crackers, labeled “The same every time”/]
Fixed it??? We guess??? We just figured it may be helpful to edit this a little bit for Neurodivergent adults so it isn’t as condescending, but didn’t really know if editing out the whole thing/logo was okay??? So we settled for a compromise. Reblog original so people see where it came from plus share our fix.
[ID: Image from feedinglittles.com with the writing “Why does my child struggle with fruits and veggies?” but edited to say “Why does my body struggle with fruits and veggies?” instead. First rows of hands with orange painted fingernails hold four different blueberries, each one labeled juicy, squishy, sweet, sour. Second row of hands hold four identical crackers, labeled “The same every time”/]
Lots and lots of complaining about a privacy-violating and inaccessible exam below the cut.
So, due to current events, some of my classes are online and some are hybrid (one is fully in-person). I’m in my last semester so almost all my classes are upper division and rather specific. Probably in consideration of current events, most teachers are being relatively lax right now: almost all my tests this term are take-home open-book essay exams. I have one lab class that will probably be an online multiple-choice test.
And then there’s the one stupid 100-level lab I never got to before and have to take now even though nearly all the material has been covered in several other classes I’ve had. There’s a lot of busy work, with multiple quizzes and discussions per week, but there’s also a lot of extra credit. And then I just got to the midterm, and it upset and frustrated me so much that after I had to take a moment to just cover my ears and rock. I’ve heard of these awful online proctoring things, but mostly my teachers are too cool (and lazy) to bother.
Instructions include:
not open book (really I think as a rule open book should be allowed, but fair enough)
no notes (see above)
no scratch paper (why? it’s not a math test but still might help some people think, especially with Punnet Squares and inheritance charts)
no restroom breaks (I might be sneaking away during my timed test to...goof off? look something up in the textbook?)
no calculators (again, not a math class but there is some minor math and it might help some people)
no headphones (why?? music might help some people concentrate, or silence. Am I...listening to the answers??)
no hats (.....?)
cannot be in a “public area” (which seems to include any room with another person in it. @great-lakes-selkie has their office set up in the same room where I study so I had to go use a lap desk in the non-air conditioned back room)
no background noise (what even counts for this? tv and radio? air conditioner? what if someone had kids at home they had to watch?)
no talking to another person (it’s clearly recording you--which is creepy by the way--so it would know if they were giving you answers or asking what you want for dinner. again, why?)
So you have to add the extension and then start the test, right? Except there are like five more steps.
You have to let it take a picture of you. I looked so angry and grumpy and felt so awkward.
Then you have to let it take a picture of your ID. I had to go get my driver’s license to take a stupid exam for anthropology 121. Because I guess, I might ask someone to take this basic test for me? For some reason?
Then you have to let it take a panorama of your work area (to check for people) and your desk (to check for scrap paper and notes). Featuring me looking very unimpressed. It was probably really jerky, I scowled and may have accidentally stuck my tongue out at the camera, and just turned it upside down to show my lap desk. Not only was it a bit embarrassing--that room has a lot of laundry in it--it feels like something they have no business knowing.
It insists on closing all your browsers, even though it won’t let you switch windows or tabs anyway. I have several open for a research paper and actually switched computers to avoid this.
And, finally, it records your screen. Again, you can’t change windows. You can’t open a calculator or new browser. But it has to watch in case you, a first year college student, have chosen to somehow hack it and cheat on this 100-level exam.
You’re supposed to keep your eyes on the screen and it probably likes you to sit still (because suspicious body language). I did not do these things. I was so uncomfortable at being watched that I kept losing focus and had to read questions again, I did some rocking and played with my necklace, and I kept shifting around.
To make matters WORSE. I’ve had this teacher before, for a higher-level class last spring. Other than insisting on reading her slides verbatim, I thought she was pretty cool. She’s also the teacher working with me to put together a presentation to improve accessibility in a building up for remodeling. Yet this test is not accessible, is a violation of privacy, is paranoid, and is unnecessary. Honestly, who cares if students need to look up a few details? A timed test alone ensures they can’t look up every question, and example problem questions ensure they have to know some concepts. I really don’t ever want to work with her again, but I think I’m going to anyway because this accessibility project is important and if I finish it, it will look good on my CV.
I really want to tell her how upsetting and wrong this is, and I’m not sure if I should wait until the class evaluations or not.
Just because someone is providing you a service doesn’t mean you need to accept whatever you’re given.
This whole “Don’t be a Karen thing” has gotten annoying, to the point where I’m overhearing people being shamed because they dared to ask for what they paid for and that’s “being a Karen.”
If your food is wrong and you ask politely for your correct order that is not being a Karen.
If you don’t like the color on your nails after your nail tech does one finger and you ask politely for a different one that is not being a Karen.
If you order something online and it’s damaged and you politely ask customer service for a refund that is not being a Karen.
If you hire a contractor and he did bad work so you ask him politely to fix it that’s not being a Karen.
Like what is it with people thinking that the only way to be a good customer is to just smile and accept anything? It’s not. If you paid for something then you deserve what you paid for, nothing more and nothing less.
If you demand more, you’re an entitled Karen. If you accept anything and everything less because “it’s rude” to ask for what you paid for then you’re a doormat Susan.
The difference is in HOW you react to getting the wrong thing. It doesn’t take much effort to just take a breath and politely ask for what you paid for.
Going out of your way to cause a scene and acting all arrogant and entitled over any tiny thing that’s easily fixed? Thats a Karen.
Also, I’m just going to throw out there that when it come to disabled people getting medical help from bureaucratic institutions, sometimes you have to break down crying or pull the whole “how is this considered acceptable?” schtick on the phone, because it’s literally the only way to get anybody to deal with your problem. I hate it, but there are disabled people who would actually be dead right now if they hadn’t cried or yelled while talking to an hospital system, referral team, insurance company, etc., and I don’t think that should fall into “Karen” territory, because like… a disabled person does this to have quality of life. A “Karen” does it to get a free Strawberry Daiquiri at TGI Friday’s.
Concept: immortal vampire scion of a dying royal line going to increasingly desperate lengths to get their various relations married off in a way that keeps themselves as far from the line of succession as possible, because the peculiar interaction between holy symbols and the vampiric condition means that if they ever actually inherit the divine right of kings, they’ll immediately explode.
Precisely the opposite. Keeping it all in the family (so to speak) is a strategy for minimising competing claims to the succession; our hypothetical vampire wants there to be as many competing claims as possible, so that if one cadet branch dies out or gets delegitimised, there will be others to take up the slack.
If they’re the scion, they’ll have to go to some lengths to avoid it… depending on where they fall in the lineage. But, if it’s the English monarchy, they can just profess Roman Catholicism. Immediate disqualification.
I was about to propose some complicated metaphysical reason why that option isn’t on the table; upon consideration, however, it’s much funnier if there’s no reason it wouldn’t work, but the vampire would literally rather die than become Catholic.
