zuky:

This is the story of a racist myth that began with a light-hearted letter to the New England Journal of Medicine in 1968 and subsequently exploded in North American culture — in direct opposition to every shred of scientific evidence — becoming so prevalent that credulous eaters buy into it to…

This is really interesting (and depressing.) Its amazing how much racism just passes quietly through my everyday existence… had it not been for this article, I never would have even considered delving into what MSG is, why we think its bad for us, if it actually is bad for us… 

crumplesnacks:

adequateomens:

kilodalton:

ohputitdowngrantaire:

dancingcabinet:

I thought it was time to give some thought to what the Doctor-assistant relationship is, what function the assistant has on the show, how Doctor Who distributes personal qualities by gender, and why I now hate this lovely show that I used to love.

Damn, this rings true and it breaks my (1) heart.

“[in Moffat’s Who] the woman is not of interest for her character or her abilities, but for some fundamental mystery in her being. The mystery isn’t even a secret she’s keeping, something over which she has control- it’s something she does not know about, that the Doctor must puzzle out in his own mind. It’s not about her- it’s about what’s wrong with her. When Steven Moffat took over Doctor Who, women became a problem.”

I love this article.

“I can’t imagine Matt Smith’s Doctor loving someone any more than I can imagine Steven Moffat having done something to deserve access to clean air and water”

“I think with RTD vs. Moffat, it’s like the difference between someone who has just never really thought about how sexist he is vs. someone who doesn’t give a fuck because he’s certain all women *are* like this. All of RTDs women are capable of saving the world, and often do, entirely on their own steam; its the in-between moments where he makes them excitable about weddings and how cute David Tennant is. For Moffat women, the weddings and attractive Doctor are the point; saving the universe is just a distraction.”

“Under Moffat’s watch the Doctor has morphed from an alien who loves humans and feels their pain and experiences love and desire and empathy to a stunted, child-like and extremely bloody irritating space-goon who flaps about like an injured moth when other people’s emotions are making him uncomfortable. And makes sexist jokes about how women are scary. And wants his married companions to sleep in bunk beds. And can save human lives but does not seem to understand human feelings. Who would travel with this man? He might be zany and charming and have nice boots, but he is fundamentally cold and unrelatable.”

This is the (super eloquently stated) reason for SO MUCH of my recent frustration with this show that I came into loving SO MUCH that certain episodes could easily make me sob. Now? Meh.

chiefelk:

Dear Eve Ensler,

I want to start off by saying thank you. I appreciate the time you took to reach out to me, because I know you’re incredibly busy. I know there are much more important people in this world than myself, so I appreciate you engaging in dialogue with me and my colleague Kelleigh…

This is beautifully written and so necessary… thank you.