OH before I go to bed I should convey to you all the weirdest fact I learned today
I learned that when a caterpillar is metamorphosing into a butterfly within the cocoon, it is not, as I previously assumed, slowly growing wings and little antennae and whatever else. If we open a cocoon, apparently what we find is that the caterpillar has actually dissolved into a shapeless goo, from which the butterfly will be formed.
From which the butterfly is formed.
You can, of course, go the philosophical route with this: are they, then, the same creature, pre- and post- this complete reconstitution of the self? If the very brain, the nervous system, has been completely reassembled, how do we identify this as in any way the same?
So here’s the kicker.
Apparently one scientist figured he’d test this out by training a bunch of caterpillars to react negatively to a specific scent, which they would normally not react negatively to. This was all done prior to the cocoon stage.
And these butterflies. These post-goo, completely remade selves? They reacted negatively to the scent, too.
I am a nurse. For 30 years of my career, I was a labor and delivery nurse. I took care of women through all stages of labor and through their delivery. Due to the many times that I have worked 16 hour shifts, I bonded with many women and helped them through long hours. Finally, through much work on the mom’s part with my guidance, she would be ready to deliver. In would sail the doctor, spend five minutes catching the baby, and then pose for all the pictures. I would hear from the families how wonderful he/she was.
Then why is my back killing me because I stood for two to three hours with a woman in a variety of positions including resting her foot on my shoulder while she pushed? Oh, and did I mention that she is also paralyzed from the waist down from the epidural, so I was also helping to hold her up while she squatted to push?
Why have I had to change my scrub clothes twice in a shift because someone either puked on me or amniotic fluid soaked everything?
Who is it that actually got that IV started while reassuring the poor mom?
Who is it that took the camera out of the daddy’s trembling hand and started taking family pictures because she knew that otherwise there would be no proof that he had even been in the room? And capturing the look of wonder on both parent’s faces at the same time.
Who is it that cleaned up every body fluid that can spew from a human, with a smile on her face and encouraging words for the mortified patient who has never been sick in front of a stranger in her life?
Who is it that tracked down the anesthesia people, chased them out of the lounge, and threatened them with their lives if they didn’t take care of her patient, NOW?
And when things didn’t go well, who was it that took that poor baby that didn’t make it, cleaned it up, dressed it, wrapped it in a soft blanket, and brought it to the broken-hearted parents to hold for the first and last time?
Oh, yeah, Dr. Marvelous is just great.
I’m just a nurse.
Nurses are so underappreciated, like, seriously guys. All of my best memories from hospitals as a child were because of nurses.
..I’ll never forget the first baby I caught as a student nurse because the doctor was out buying a magazine or something because the mom was “only 50 cents’ worth of dilated” and couldn’t possibly be ready to deliver for another three or four hours. Oh yeah.
Most doctors are wonderful. No question. But 90% of the people who take care of you in the hospital are the nurses.
The Lord of the Rings illustrations by Jian Guo
I am breathless.
Wolfy don’t look down!
Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho (I Don’t Want to Go Back Alone)
This short film is FANTASTIC. The arrival of a new student in school changes everything in Leonardo’s life. This 15 year-old blind teenager has to deal with the jealousy of his long-lasting friend Giovana while trying to figure out the feelings he found out he has for his new friend, Gabriel. English subtitles, runs a little over 17 minutes. No nudity, SFW. WATCH IT! (video)
nichelle nichols on filming the first interracial kiss on television [x]
Keeping it real with Nichelle Nichols.
Elisa Maza, voiced by Salli Richardson, is a fictional character and the human protagonist of the Disney animated television series Gargoyles.In the series, she is a NYPD detective who is the steadfast ally (and honorary member) of the titular gargoyles’ Manhattan Clan.
can we talk about elisa maza for a second? bc in 1994 one of the teams at disney was all ‘hey we’re going to do a cartoon where the main characters are keith david voicing basically hellboy and salli richardson voicing a hardnosed brown girl detective investigating supernatural bullshit together in nyc’ and the execs said ‘okay but you have to have some white ppl’ and they said ‘okay we’ll cast troi and riker as the villains and there will be robots’ and disney said ‘okay’ and then it was on the disney afternoon for three years.
the gargoyles pilot was //bad ass// and the series played out as basically a mashup of tmnt and shakespeare and it was amazing and //the two main characters weren’t white// and the big-name white actors were all villains. HOW.
and this was //in 1994//.
finding out that salli richardson voiced elisa maza is still basically my favorite piece of new information from this year
real talk the 90s did it better
ALWAYS HERE FOR THIS
I’M LIKE 99% SURE SHE’S MY ROOT
Remember that time Disney made an Afro-Native woman a lead character on one of their shows and she was actually developed and wasn’t put through a bunch of stereotypes AND didn’t get harmed for the sake of a white character’s growth
This is a “Gargoyles” appreciation Tumblr.
ANNIE - Official Trailer (2014)
If I am ten minutes late to class with Starbucks it would be a funny but benignly sexist joke if I was a white girl, but because I’m a Black girl then it means that I don’t take my education seriously and maybe do not deserve my academic scholarship.
If my grammar in a paper is not impeccable then it’s because I can’t speak “proper” English and maybe I should be in a remedial class and not an English major. If I am struggling in a class then instead of being directed towards a tutor, I will be encouraged to drop the course.
If I do not have a flawless transcript and academic record then I am unlikely to be encouraged to apply for prestigious fellowships and scholarships, even while non-Black classmates who have the same transcript will be funneled into these programs.
To a non-Black person all of this might sound highly improbable or exaggerated. And yet, this is my life. And it’s the life of many other Black students at PWI’s.
And so it’s no wonder that many Black students at PWI’s learn to over-compensate by attempting to excel beyond their classmates. It is no coincidence that many Black students cannot relate to the hegemonic narrative of college in which students party and occasionally attend class all while largely being protected from the “real world.”
College is a microcosm of the real world for Black students who deal with the omnipresent threat of being viewed as not good enough. And even when we excel beyond our classmates, at the end of the day we will be followed by police and harassed and questioned about whether we’re even students.
The scrutiny encourages unhealthy coping mechanisms. Tokenism after all is cumulative of what occurs when white supremacy, perfectionism, and capitalist notions of individualism and the need to be productive all collide and pressure Black folks to forget they’re human like everybody else.
My college experience in a tumblr post(via newwavefeminism)
Meg as Hades
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darling heart, i loved you from the start
but you’ll never know what a fool i’ve been