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Another layer to this sequence is the moment when the son [Ki-woo] (Choi Woo-shik) instructs his father [Ki-taek] (Bong’s longtime collaborator Song Kang-ho) how to act out the script they had written. “When they rehearse it looks like filmmaking,” Bong remarks. “It’s a humorous scene. In reality, the father is played by one of the most renowned actors and the son is an up-and-coming actor. It’s as if Ansel Elgort is teaching acting to Al Pacino. It’s funnier for the Korean audience.” 

Someone put red paint on the "Serve and Protect" sculpture at the Salt Lake City police building and it is such a powerful statement.

All I’m saying is that the scene where Hamilton came to see Burr at night would have worked better as a Romeo and Juliet balcony scene with Burr in his nightclothes with bonnet. 

waittress: of course coming right up sir

The fixation on trying to find a way to use the word “two” in the definition of bisexual is misguided, especially as the bi activists who paved the way for the community were never fixated on the “two” prefix.

It’s also time to stop fixating on the idea that “regardless” means “I don’t see gender” and realise that it’s just a way of saying “gender doesn’t stop me being attracted to them”.

J: Are we ever going to be able to define what bisexuality is? S: Never completely. That’s just it – the variety of lifestyles that we see between us defies definition.

Boston Bisexual Women’s Network Newsletter, January 1984

I am bisexual because I am drawn to particular people regardless of gender. It doesn’t make me wishy-washy, confused, untrustworthy, or more sexually liberated. It makes me a bisexual.

”The Bisexual Community: Are We Visible Yet?”, The 1987 March On Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights, 1987

The bisexual community should be a place where lines are erased. Bisexuality dismisses, disproves, and defies dichotomies. It connotes a loss of rigidity and absolutes. It is an inclusive term.

Most species are still delighted. But we are the Bybleotekar, the recorders of the spaceways, and we have begun to wonder. Our merry companions are… not different, but too much the same. They understand so readily, accept so quickly - most new species have trouble adjusting to dealing with aliens, to the realities of space travel, to the sheer bigness of the universe. But the humans are so adaptable, so ready for it all, they might be remembering something they’ve forgotten, not learning something new. 

Some of us, the Izaslanik of the Bybleotekar, the gatherers of information for the record keepers, began encouraging humans to join us, that we might study them more closely. They like the work - they are a curious species, delighting in new knowledge, and they make able assistants. My human companion is named Mira, a young female. She is a good companion, who sings sweetly and laughs often. 

When Mira struck the first blow against what I thought I knew of the universe, against illusions soon to shatter that I had thought were truth, we were attending the coronation of a lesser Netar of the Kktil, recording the customs and ceremonies and unofficially enjoying the colourful celebrations. Mira was watching the dancing, her mouth widened in a ‘smile’. “It’s so pretty,” she said, her hairless face sheened with sweat under the hot sun. “I love the turquoise jewellery.” She pointed to the bright blue stones that bedecked the dancers. “I should buy some. Our homeworld doesn’t have any turquoise, you know. Only a few pieces we brought with us when we came.” 

It takes me a little while to understand what she said. It is only later, during the feasting, that I turn to her again. “You said your homeworld doesn’t have turquoise. Only… what you brought with you. Do you mean turquoise you have bought offworld, since you joined the spaceways?” 

And if the objection arises that if there had been no slaves, white people would have made do without them, my answer is that the point is that slaveholders didn’t have to make do – they were free to spend their energy on other pursuits which they have taken full credit for. Why did Jefferson have time to write? Did he give authorship credit to the slaves who freed up his time so he could put pen to paper and still eat?

“What’s that, James? You tore your rotator cuff? Sorry, we have to let you go. What if the printer needed to be refilled and the other 200 people in this building were home sick? It just wouldn’t be fair.”

the first thing i want to point out is that the box of paper that @bransrath​ posted is not the weight of the box. the 20 lb in that description is the paper weight, which is the amount of force a piece of paper can take before tearing. i know this because it’s described as copy paper, and copy paper is by default 20 lb weight. so posting that picture as a ‘gotcha’ in response to this post is ignorant at best and intentionally ableist at worst. in reality, that box probably weighs no more than 15 lbs. 

secondly, i have never had to actually pick up one of these boxes ever. and i have to deal with them a lot, given that i’m a secretary who, prior to the pandemic, was printing off 1000+ pages of booklets per week. i’ve never had to pick these up because you can literally just open them, grab a ream of paper, and take it to the printer to load it in. there’s no fucking reason why you would need the whole box. most places, like my office, also store them on or near the ground because they’re heavy, so what i do is a just drag the boxes to their designated corner until they need to be used.