#desi families on every single show even just families of color on every single show i fucking WISH

[rosemelon82]

i'm not going to pretend like i think nobody is interested cuz this is the best movie of 2023 and you cannot tell me otherwise and also everyone has been waiting for this for forever so

SPOILER WARNING I AM RANTING ABOUT SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SO BEWARE IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET

im writing this because i wasnt able to fully rant to my friends and my family doesnt want to listen so i dont really care and im screaming out into the void of tumblr. will someone hear me? i wonder

ANYWAYS (listening to the fire soundtrack as i write this)

that was the best movie i've ever seen and arguably even better than the first one. i am simply obsessed with every single detail of this movie and i cannot stop thinking about it. also me and friend were basically freaking out about everything cuz it was so damn good i cannot even stop.

there was a huge amount of parallels to the other spiderman content that we've seen and i love the way they incorporated them. the way miles saved gwen when falling during that one fight scene with spot. the bus scene with pavitr and gayatri who btw i am totally obsessed with. the way all the words that O'Hara said to miles were basically opposite of what his mother said to him earlier in the movie. the way he was listening to music on his bed when gwen showed up. the scenes from other universes where its mcu canon??? the reference to earth 19999 from miguel??? and a ton more of course

because i am also desi (lore reveal!) and also just because he was done so well. im just sad that they did not include more of him in the movie after his earth canon event was disrupted. it felt pretty raw to see almost the same scene from no way home in across the spiderverse with pavitr instead of tom holland. i also like that regardless of what consequences it has later, even if he doesnt know yet, he's able to save inspector singh. also mentionable is that they switched from mira jain to gayatri singh. in the spiderman india comics they had mira jain and props to the creators for the rep for jains cuz they don't get seen in media very much or at all for whatever reason. maybe cuz most of it is now like gwen stacy canon or whatever? idk someone if u know explain to me please

not related to parallels i almost cried at gwen's speech just cuz it resonated with me so much. thats all about that anyways anyways anyways

the art

god i could go on about the art forever. HAVE YOU SEEN IT? TELL ME THAT IS NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SCENE EVER!!!!!!!!!!! every single city scene just blew my mind and the coloring and style of every single spiderman and scene was just stunning and how was it the most amazing thing i've ever seen?????? i cannot get over the coloring for half the scenes. i love the cities differences and the way that everything falls together in each world. my friend pointed out that when miles put his jacket on in earth-42, it was colored purple and black instead of his usual colors, which indicated so much of how he was prowler in this world instead of spiderman. i think it was interesting also to see that switch of character and did you see the way that his face was much more aged as prowler? there were a lot more lines there and he looked more mature in a way. miles morales from earth-1610 had cleaner lines and a lot more chill vibe. also like the character design for miles morales earth 42 holy shit bro that was so cool i cannot even did u see the lines on his chest and the helmet/headpiece thing the way it opened and his hair and voice and omg

ughh don't even mention the ending cuz why did they have to leave on such a cliffhanger like that??? we have to wait until i think next year for the next movie and i will be in the theaters on that premeire night regardless of what i have to get done that night i dont care. im so excited to see what they will do next i can already imagine some of it and its gonna be so beautiful!!!!!!!!!! <333

thanks for reading to the end. i love you guys!

#spiderman #across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spiderverse #gayatri #inspector singh #miguel ohara #peter parker #spiderman no way home #the amazing spider man

[thebigqueer]

Ok yes desi will but also desi Naomi Solace shattering every glass ceiling in the music industry while Apollo simps for her so hard

you’re fuckin right and also i really like your username!!

maybe that’s even one of the reasons he’s super attracted to her. she literally does NOT give a damn and gets what she wants. she will break down every barrier she sees if it means she gets to pursue a career that she truly loves. 

i think also if we think about maybe how her family might see her... i mean, this obviously does not apply to every single south asian family out there and i’m definitely not trying to generalize anything, but i think a common thing that i see with my friends and myself is the fact that parents tend to pressure their kids to always be “on top of the class” and like get them to pursue medical or engineering careers (i know my parents kind of fall into that category, albeit a little less extremely than other parents i’ve heard about). 

so, like, not only is she breaking barriers in Western society, but also with her parents. i’m kind of thinking about the fact that her parents may have wanted her to pursue, as said earlier, a career in the medical or engineering field, and for a long time she must have felt so repressed and silenced about her dreams of being a singer. her parents may have laughed at her, told her that it’s only a phase. she probably felt so deflated because of that. and not to mention, around the time that she was probably born (and, like, even now), she probably didn’t see that many south asian celebrities in her lifetime within the US and must have felt really discouraged. it was only pretty white women who really got known in the nation, especially in Texas. “maybe i really don’t have what it takes... who’s going to like an unimportant brown girl?”

obviously, she is such a great artist. and she totally wows her school, but uh oh... racism. she has a voice loud and bright and beautiful enough to probably get every fucking solo in the choir, but she’s shut down because some other people are “more qualified” or some shit idk. 

she loses a lot of hope. but she also gets really angry, too. why is it that she’s supposed to be so unimportant to America? why does she have to be so overlooked? why does everyone assume that she only wants to get the best grades, that she’s some super smart human because she’s brown? she’s so done.

so she keeps pushing, keeps trying to make this career happen. she’s tired of feeling like she’s unimportant, like she’s forgotten. she probably auditions for some band (outside of school) one day and the members are so fucking wowed that there is no way they won’t include her. 

that is her big break. they’re not a huge band, but i think this is where naomi feels in her element. she’s never been happier. fuck what her parents think, she was made to be an artist.

as she grows older, she keeps going with this career. she gets onto radios and when youtube starts up, she starts posting videos of herself singing. she gains fame. people love her. little girls - especially little girls of color - look up to her as an idol for what she’s doing. 

but she still finds it hard to get fame, because there are still lots of other artists who get more fame. but that doesn’t stop her. she’s getting ahead in her career, and really, as long as she’s doing it, she’s happy. 

after some time, music companies start noticing her. they’re probably a little hesitant to include her (cough racism and misogyny cough) but she gets her big break somewhere. she still feels like an outcast, since she’s one of the only desi artists there, but she hypes herself up because it means that she’s one of the few desi women to be getting a chance like this in the US. she wants to show other girls that they can do the same. 

and apollo... well, he is in love with that. when he discovers her at some concert, he’s like “??? how have i never heard of her??? she’s so??? amazing?” and when he gets a bit closer to her and learns about all that shit she had to go through, he’s probably really livid. he’s literally the god of music, and he’s so disappointed to realize that people in the mortal world are setting up barriers to prevent specific people from getting in. 

but he’s so in love with her courage and persistence. because naomi solace is like awesome <3

and i also just realized that like. if apollo and naomi had a child, i think her parents would... not be that happy with her, either. and naomi probably feels even more upset about that.

i kind of personally headcanon that she actually has will a little young, like probably early 20s, and like... imagine what kind of hate she’d get from some fans just for having him a little early. and that just makes her angrier.

but she doesn’t let that issue in her career stop her from loving her son. she wanted him. fuck racism and misogyny, she’s going to have will, she’s going to love him, and she doesn’t give a damn about what others think about her. she’s done with everyone’s shit.

wowowoowowo i just. really feel for desi naomi solace. desi solaces. god i love her so much alksdjflsdfh

bruh i did NOT expect to get so deep into this LMAO my bad but you really unlocked something in me so thank you for indulging me because the desi Solace family is something that is making such a huge space in my heart <3333

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[tigerlilliz]

“Same Time Next Week”

Hi luvs, 

kk So I was driving home a few weeks ago and thought this up. Pisces + traffic = lots of day dreaming. So I decided to make a story about it just for fun!  It took me a bit to post because I was having trouble creating an external account. :(  So I have to post it without the link this time. I apologize, in advance, if it appears long on the feed. 

Disclaimer: All ACoR characters belong to Pixelberry (excluding Désirée/Desi and Maximus) and I do not claim any ownership of them.

Cassius rarely gets the appreciation he deserves.  He was so well written too!  I just wanted to cover a scene about him. Enjoy <3 PS It’s safe for work ^_^

Summary: A trip to the marketplace turned into the surprise reunion Desi was waiting for.

Desi arrived at the market taking in the heat as the sun hit her face. Caesar was satisfied with her performance as she showed little resistance to his advances. She had him right where she needed him, and he was beginning to trust her. After a few months, he permitted her to venture out during the day time. The market was busy this time of day, merchants were boisterous and flamboyant, displaying an array of talents and flattery to lure in customers.

She stopped at a few vendors, but none caught her eye as much as the on merchant just behind the trees. There sat an elderly woman carving a necklace from gemstones. Desi stood admiring the jewelry and trinkets spread across the table when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey, would you be alright if I left you alone for a little while?” She had never seen her Maximus as nervous as he was in that moment. He took a deep breath as ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes sparkled as he continued on, “I... uh, I had something I wanted to check out.” Desi peered around him, where she saw another bodyguard fidgeting, pretending to look at dress looking away as soon as her eyes met his. Her eyes returned to Maximus’ who was still staring at the guard. Desi tilted her head to the side, raising her hand slightly as waved at the guard. He blushed and returned her smile, placing a dress back on the table before he started walking over to them.

“I’ll be fine,” Desi asserted, “You should go head. He’s a cute one.”

Maximus couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his arms around Desi lifting her off the guard in one swoop. “You’re the best,” he exclaimed spinning her around as he giggled in glee. “I’ll meet you back in an hour. I promise!” He rushed over next to the guard playfully punched his shoulder before kissing him on the cheek.

Desi hadn’t known Maximus for long, but he quickly became her best friend and confidant at the villa. He had a rough upbringing and faced a lot of loss too. She enjoyed hearing his stories and sharing hers as well. She remembered the times when she felt butterflies after meeting Syphax and Cassius for the first time. She was happy to give Maximus alone time too.

She continued to glance over the trinkets and figurines laid neatly on the table. One piece, however, took her breath away. It was a carved wooden figurine of an eagle perched on a branch. She couldn’t believe it. What were the odds of her finding another one so similar to the one she lost? Her heart began pounding as she floated into a memory of when she crafted one just like it with Cignerix. It was a rite of passage for the Arnajo (Ar-na-ho) tribe that once someone reached the age of 14, to be assigned a spirit guide. Hers was the eagle, a sacred animal which signified courage, wisdom and strength. She took it everywhere she went along with the dagger given to her by her father. With all worrying she did about Victus and Syphax, she managed to lose the very thing that reminded her of them.

"How much for the eagle?" Desi asked, hoping that she had saved up enough to purchase it. The woman replied, "Oh. I’m sorry child, but that one's not for sale."

It was hard for her to hear those words. She was so close to owning one again and yet she couldn’t have it. She figured maybe it had a special meaning to the woman as well and placed it back down on the table.

Desi turned to walk away as she lady continued. "What I meant was it's not for sale because it belongs to you." She sat the eagle in Desi’s palm closing her hand on top.

"But I don’t understand” Desi stood in disbelief. The woman nudged her to investigate further. As Desi eyes followed the intricate carving, she noticed a small chip on the wing of the eagle. Her eyes lit up as she realized, this was the exact one that she lost. She remembered the day she was running through the woods when she tripped and fell, the eagle chipping as it slammed into the tree in front of her. She'll never forget her father's face when he told her to be more careful for the eagle represented her journey. The eagle and its imperfections taught her to embrace her own.

Desi couldn’t believe this was happening. "How did you…” but before she could finish, the woman told her to look at the note underneath.

Desi flipped the eagle revealing a tiny piece of paper with the words "Turn Around" written on it. She quickly turned to face behind her and to her surprise, Cassius stood holding a single rose. Her eyes flooded with tears as this was the first time she had seen him since being sold to Caesar. His hair was cut shorter and he wore a dark blue tunic, with a green cloak. It was a change from the light colors she normally saw him wear. The deep blue bought out the color in his eyes. She had forgotten just how beautiful his eyes were. A greenish blue with a hint of brown, she easily lost herself in them.

"How? It's really you. You're here and...I" Desi couldn't believe her eyes. She missed him so much. She rehearsed what she would say to him if she ever got the chance to see him again, but nothing prepared her for the flood of emotions she experienced now standing facing him. Cassius lifted his hand to wipe away her tears, landing soft kisses on her cheek where the tears once fell. "I assure you I'm real," Cassius replied pulling her into his embrace. He lips collapsing into hers and without fail, she was overcome with a sense of calmness as all her anxiety melted away.

Cassius exhaled as he began to speak, "I just had to see you for myself. Sabina told me she saw you leave the market last week. If there was even the slightest chance that I would be able to see you again, I'd be a fool not to take it." With his free hand, he picked up the eagle off the table returning it in her hands. He nodded at the merchant slipping her some extra coin as who replied, "He really does know you, huh? I wasn’t sure if you'd come over, but Cassius never gave up hope that you would stop here and find it."

Desi smiled as she realized he still knew her better than most. A look of sadness came over his face as he continued, "After I heard about Antony giving you to Caesar. I blamed myself for a while. Maybe if I had attended the games with you, you would've had another option. I decided to head to the Scholae to offer comfort to Lena and to pack up your belongings. You lost just about everything after the fires in Gaul and I couldn’t let you lose what you accumulated here in Rome too. So I invited Sabina to come with me and we cleaned just about every inch of the place and that's…that's when I saw it." His eyes resting on the carving. "There is was hiding underneath the pillows by Artemis bed this whole time. It may have been thrown in middle of the chaos when Aquila came with his men. Artemis must’ve tried to bury it thinking she would be able to give it back to you the next time she saw you.”

Desi began to choke up, her voice soft as she managed to say, "That was so kind of you to do. I thought I lost it forever. It was one of the few things that I felt truly connected me to Isis."

Cassius held her close, he could feel the wetness of her tears fall on his shoulder. Cassius kissed her forehead as he replied, "I remembered and that's why I had to find a way to return it to you. I'd never forgive myself if you started to lose hope now."

Desi lifted on her toes, her hand behind his head, she pulled him near until her lips met his. "I always considered myself a lucky woman to be in the thoughts of a man so humble and kind."

Cassius smile broaden, his lips remained close to hers. "And I a lucky man to have you to fight for. You changed my life for there is no woman like you who loves as fiercely as she fights for others."

They stood kissing passionately before thanking the woman one more time. The two continued on throughout the market, stopping at a few more vendors here and there. Cassius was carrying a basket slowly filling it with fresh fruits, breads, and cheeses he purchased for Desi to take back with her. He made sure to fill it with a few of her favorite items when she wasn’t looking.

They walk hand in hand, Cassius pace slowly as he eyed a bench near the grassy area. As they approached, Cassius dusted the seat laying his cloak down before encouraging Desi to sit.

He stood taking in how beautiful she looked as she sat under the sun. He wanted to remember this moment because he wasn’t sure when the next time would be until he saw her again. Desi, unknowingly, was doing the same. She watched as Cassius cleared a spot for her, it was something only he would have done.

He joined her resting his hand on her thigh. “You look different” Desi said noticing slight changes in his mannerisms. Her hand running up his arm.

Cassius knew she was also referring to the bulk of his muscles naturally flexed as he rested his arm beside her. “I feel different. I decided it was time to reunite with Brutus. And that means, I have a lot of prepping to do to be ready for what we have planned.”

Desi sat up in curiosity encouraging him to continue.

“Thousands have died while I stayed back in Rome and countless more will lose their lives if we don’t act soon. I lost people who I called my friends. Men whose families are now abandoned as they took their lasts breaths believing their cause was just. They died having plans and goals that will never come to fruition. Dreams of a tomorrow that can only happen if Caesar and Antony’s reign was to end.  And with Brutus by my side, their fight and your time with them would’ve served a purpose.”

She loved seeing the fire in his eyes when he spoke of things he was passionate about. He spoke with such conviction that it would make even the most doubtful want to follow him blindly. She gently squeezed his shoulder before running her fingers through his hair. “Whatever you have planned, I hope I’m there to see it because that look in your eye means you will not fail.”

Cassius leaned into her turning his body to face her. “I don’t plan to. He will pay for what he has done.” His eyes softened as he continued, “So I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about your time spent in the company of Caesar.”

Desi could sense a hint of jealousy though he tried to appear unscathed. She was cautious in her reply. “He is mere a boy in comparison to you. He lacks insight and his judgment is poor. I do what I must to get him to trust me. It’s not a duty that I take lightly, nor do I find solace in. I get no pleasure from being in his company. Every single day, I must talk myself out ending him where he stands. Timing is everything and I can’t afford to act irrationally again for a few minutes of joy only to risk my life, or worse, those I care about because of my negligence and haste. Syphax paid the price for my eagerness before and I promised myself that I can’t let that happen again.”

Cassius’s fingers now intertwined in hers, he squeezed tightly letting her feel his support. “You do what you must to stay strong.”

Desi nodded before replying. “It is the most trying period of my life, Cassius. I’m so close to getting vengeance for the hurt caused to my people, but also to those I’ve come to love in Rome as well. Antony is counting on me to spy for him and, in turn, it allows me to gather pertinent information of those in Caesar’s close circle. With whatever I find, I’d like to know that I can tell you and maybe help your cause for we share the same hatred for Caesar.”

Desi looked down at his hand in hers. “My biggest challenge is that I know it’s not practical or wise to act on my own, but the temptation is far greater the more time I spend by his side. I’ve seduced him to the point where he thinks about me even when he’s awake. He tells others about what he wishes to do to me, and he gets upset if I don’t tell him that I want him in return or resist him in any way. My friend, Maximus, is always telling me the stories he hears Caesar tell around the villa. I have him wrapped around my finger and it feels amazing, but torturous because I cannot yet act on how I feel.”

“And what of your agreement with Antony?” Cassius adjusted himself on the bench. “I may be vocal about my disapproval of how he’s managed things, but I know not to give him a reason to pay closer attention to me. He is a dangerous man if he believes he is being used or misled.”

Desi knew he spoke the truth, but she had seen Antony in a different light. Desi replied, “I’ve grown to like Antony over time. He trusts me and I him. I know the two of you aren’t fond of each other, but it isn’t a reflection of the respect you two share. Antony stood up to Caesar on my behalf a few weeks ago. He noticed that I hadn’t been myself for a while, I was a lot more distant than usual. Caesar wanted to spend every moment with me which angered me more. I didn’t know what path to take next and that wasn’t like me at all. I’ve always had direction. Caesar struck me and Antony did not hesitate to make sure that Caesar knew I was not to be messed with. I must allow Antony more time to see the truth about Caesar that you and I see. That Caesar is not the man of the people Antony thinks he is. He is an evil man and who would betray even Antony if it came down to it. I will not let that happen. Caesar will pay for what he has done. It’s just a matter of whose hands will be stained with his blood.”

Desi looked at Cassius nervously, waiting to see how he would respond. To her surprise, he had that look in his eye again, appreciation for all that she was. "You’re a woman who never ceases to amaze me. I have no doubt that you know what you’re doing and, I guess I owe Antony for watching over you when I cannot be there. I can’t tell you that I would’ve acted much differently seeing you hurting like that. I’ve always loved hearing your perspective and I’m here for you as best as I can be.” He then chuckled to himself, “But to be honest, I’d love you all the same even if you ended up sticking it to Caesar.”

Desi laughed as she was enjoying seeing this side of Cassius. He always accepted her for all that she was, whether bitter or kind. She knew she could tell him the truth and there wasn’t many people whom she could be like that with.

Time went by fast after that. She caught him up on the whereabouts of Syphax and her father while Cassius brought her up to speed about Sabina, Lena, and the rest of the girls.

Maximus rushed over worried that Desi was all alone. He couldn't help but laugh as he was surprised to see Cassius sitting by her. He was a lot hotter than Desi let on. He definitely wasn’t your average senator either. You could tell he worked out regularly. His tunic barely concealing his muscular arms. Cassius had some of the most dreamy eyes and a smile that stopped Maximus right in his tracks. Maximus found himself flustered as he found the courage to address him.

"Senator Cassius! What are you doing here?" Maximus extended his hand noticeably shaky as he went to greet him.  Cassius shook his hand in return firmly, winking at Maximus as he pulled away.

Desi coughed as she noticed Maximus swoon over him looking him up and down. "Ut umm," Desi laughed as Cassius joined her. "We all have our secrets don’t we?" Desi said smiling at her friend who was still blushing.

Cassius stood and helped Desi to her feet. "I better get going and looks like the time has come for you to head back. I'd love to see you again though."

Desi turned to Maximus, and in unison they asked each other, “Same time next week?"

Maximus shook his head laughing, "Well, Obviously!" They couldn't stop smiling as they were like two little children playing off each other. They both had their reasons for wanting to return. He had his man and she had hers.

She hugged Cassius goodbye as he kissed her softly on her cheek before parting ways. Desi smacked Maximus on his arm as she realized his eyes locked on Cassius's back side as he walked away. "You're bad!" Desi laughed. Maximus looking guilty as ever. They left the market and decided to take the long way home. They couldn’t stop smiling, both blushing as they retold stories of what happened during their trip to the market.

@3pawandme Here’s 1 of 2 stories for  ya. hehehe Hope you like it. 

#choices #choices acor #cassius longinus

[onlypaithanisaree]

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[papermoonloveslucy]

LUCY, THE SHOPPING EXPERT

S1;E20 ~ February 17, 1969

Directed by Jack Donohue ~ Written by Milt Josefsberg and Al Schwartz

Synopsis

Craig gets a part-time job in a supermarket to earn money to buy a surfboard. At the same time, Lucy is giving Kim some valuable lessons in smart shopping. When the two accidentally converge, chaos ensues - naturally!

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carter), Gale Gordon (Harrison Otis Carter), Lucie Arnaz (Kim Carter), Desi Arnaz Jr. (Craig Carter)

Guest Cast

William Lanteau (Mr. Sherwood, Supermarket Manager) first appeared with Lucille Ball in The Facts of Life (1960). In addition to an episode of “The Lucy Show,” Lanteau did four episodes of “Here’s Lucy.”  He is best remembered for playing Charlie the Mailman in the play and the film On Golden Pond (1981).

Mr. Sherwood is the winner of the Golden Can Award for his shelf arrangements.

Ernest Sarracino (Mr. Nicoletti, Produce Manager) played the Judge in “Lucy and the Runaway Butterfly” (TLS S1;E29), also directed by Jack Donohue. This is the first of his two episodes of “Here’s Lucy.”  His screen acting credits span from 1939 to 1994.

Although never actually referred to as Mr. Nicoletti, the character is credited in honor of Louis Nicoletti, a long-time member of the Desilu family who was the assistant director of “Here's Lucy” from 1968 to 1969, including this episode.  In addition to making on camera appearances on “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show,” there were two characters named after him on “I Love Lucy.”  Here the character is played as a stereotypical Italian fruit vendor and speaks in Italian to Lucy: “You make-a da dent?  Dat's-a 39 cents!”  

Irwin Charone (Mr. Garfield, of the Nippy Whippy Whipped Cream Company) made five appearances on “The Lucy Show.” The expressive character actor also did an equal number of “Here’s Lucy” episodes. He died in January 2016 in Maplewood, New Jersey, at the age of 93.  

The restaurant patrons and supermarket shoppers are played by uncredited background players.

At the start of the episode Kim brings home ethnic foods because the grocer Mr. Goldapper recommended them.  This is an inside joke as Goldapper is Gary Morton's real last name.   Gary Morton's loud guffaw can be distinctly heard on the soundtrack throughout the episode.

Craig says he knows all about the facts of life since he was seven because he watched “Peyton Place.” Based on a 1956 novel, “Peyton Place” was a primetime soap opera that aired on ABC from 1964 to 1969. The title has become synonymous with the personal problems and scandals of small-town life.  It was mentioned several times on “The Lucy Show” including in “Lucy and Joan” (TLS S4;E4) which also took place in a supermarket.  

Instead of “Peyton Place,” Harry says he regrets wasting his time watching “Captain Kangaroo.”  “Captain Kangaroo” was a children’s television series that aired weekday mornings on CBS from October 1955 to December 1984. The Captain (Bob Keeshan, above right) would tell stories, meet guests, and indulge in silly stunts with regular characters, both humans and puppets. Captain Kangaroo was previously mentioned on several episodes of “The Lucy Show.”  

Gale Gordon's monologue about the birds and the bees is nearly four minutes long and gets a round of applause from the studio audience. It is highly unlikely that teenage Craig would let him go on so long when all he wants is $100! 

There is a poster in the supermarket featuring pumpkins and pilgrims so this episode was likely filmed in November 1968.

While most of the prop canned goods look like actual products, the cans of Chef Claudio's Ravioli Dinner look like something contrived by the Desilu prop department.  It is likely a tribute to director Claudio Guzman, who started with the company in 1958 and directed 15 episodes of “The Lucy Show.”  He was best known for his association with “I Dream of Jeannie” (1966-70).  Curiously, although they are visible on camera, they are never referred to in the dialogue – or at least it didn't make the final cut.

Some sample 1969 supermarket prices:

Cantaloupe Melons are 39 cents each.

Strawberries are 50 cents a pint basket.

Medium Eggs are 53 cents a dozen.  

Lucy says the store puts the nicest looking strawberries on top of the basket, but underneath “things can be as rotten as the Harper Valley PTA”!  “Harper Valley PTA" is a country song written by Tom T. Hall that was a hit single for Jeannie C. Riley in 1968. Riley's record sold over six million copies.  The song lyrics tell the story of a woman who is accused of immorality by her daughter's junior high PTA and how she gets her revenge on her hypocritical accusers. The song later gave life to a film (starring Barbara Eden) and a failed television series.  

When Lucy is sloshing the cans to hear how full they are, the clerk asks if she expects to hear Lawrence Welk.  Lawrence Welk (1903-92, above) was a musician, accordionist, bandleader, and television impresario, who hosted TV’s “The Lawrence Welk Show” from 1951 to 1982. Welk was mentioned several times on “The Lucy Show” and also on “Lucy's Birthday” (S1;E8).  Welk will play himself on a 1970 episode of “Here's Lucy” (above, with Vivian Vance). 

Later, when Lucy is holding up the eggs to the light, he tells her they are eggs, “not the Hope Diamond.” The Hope Diamond is one of the most famous jewels in the world, dating back almost four centuries. It is housed in the Smithsonian Institute.  

Lucy is never able to control nozzles and hoses – even on the tip of a can of whipped cream.  The end of the episode is actually a good excuse for a cream pie fight – without the pies!  

A banner in the supermarket advertises a “Storyland Sale” - whatever that may be!  The same banner was used in a supermarket in “Lucy and Joan” (TLS S4;E4).  

Lucy Carmichael also hangs around several different supermarkets to buy a lot of cans of Bailey's Beans for her get-rich-quick scheme in “Lucy the Bean Queen” (TLS S5;E3).  

In this episode, Kim says about her Uncle Harry: “Compared to him, Jack Benny is a regular Diamond Jim Brady.”

On “The Lucy Show,” Lucy Carmichael says to Mr. Mooney: “Compared to you, Jack Benny is Diamond Jim Brady.”  

Comedian Jack Benny (1894-1974, inset right) was a frequent guest star on both shows. His comic persona was that of a skinflint who had every penny he ever made. The same evening this episode first aired, Lucille Ball appeared on Benny’s birthday special on NBC. James Buchanan Brady (1856-1917, inset left) was a real-life millionaire and philanthropist who was fond of jewels (hence the nickname). Brady was first mentioned in “The Business Manager” (ILL S4;E1).  

Craig says he learned the facts of life at age seven while watching “Petyon Place.”  If Desi Arnaz Jr. and Craig are the same age (15 or 16), he would have to have turned 7 in 1960.  “Peyton Place” didn't start airing until 1964. If this were true, the character of Craig Carter would be just 11 or 12 years old!

Craig asks his mother for $100 for a surfboard which Lucy decides against as an unnecessary luxury. However, in “Lucy Visits Jack Benny��� (S1;E2), Craig packs his surfboard (much to Lucy's dismay) for his weekend in Palm Springs. 

The precariously stacked display of oranges is built on a slanted surface to allow the oranges to more easily tumble to the floor.  The gag works by the collapsing the structure on which the oranges are arranged on cue – probably a by a stagehand hidden under the table.

Most of the items in the dairy case have their brand name labels conspicuously taped over. Conveniently, the brand name labels on the canned goods are too small for the camera to pick up, so they aren't obscured.

When the whipped cream spray lands on the end of Mr. Sherwood's nose, Craig takes a cloth and wipes it off. Irwin Charone ad libs the line “Never mind my nose.”

“Lucy, The Shopping Expert” rates 3 Paper Hearts out of 5

This is a very colorful episode full of lots of physical gags and some broad acting from the supporting cast. In the middle of the chaos, Gale Gordon delivers a meandering 4 minute monologue about the birds and the bees - literally.  A contrived ending feels forced.  

#Here's Lucy #Lucy the Expert Shopper #Lucille Ball #Gale Gordon #Irwin Charone #William Lanteau #Lucie Arnaz #Desi Arnaz Jr. #Supermarket #Surfboard #Peyton Place #Hope Diamond #Ernest Sarracino #Jack Benny #Diamond Jim Brady #Lawrence Welk #Harper Valley PTA #shopping #groceries #Claudio Guzman #Captain Kangaroo #Milt Josefsberg #Al Schwartz #Jack Donohue #1969 #TV #CBS

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Extra #2:  My thoughts on Rules for Men/ Religion ( WARNING: This is a compilation of like two unedited entries from my person “diary” so please ignore the emojis and typos)

Okay so revisited the notes about suicide and this philosopher named Durkheim from like whatever many years ago in Paris who studied patterns in suicide. So he discovered ☝🏼 rates in suicide.                👇🏼rates in suicide       Single.                                     Married       Men.                                        Women       Wealthy.                                  Poor       Protestants.                            Catholics So if you analyze this you realize single rich men that don’t really have religious guidance or anything to set a moral compass for them are more likely to commit suicide. And obviously there are always exceptions but it makes a lot of sense. 1) So then our professor (literally love him! May Allah fill his heart with Iman ameen) had us think about American society and we as a class came to the conclusion (I didn’t really participate much so I cannot take credit for most of these ideas) that American men only rely on their wives and girlfriends for emotional support like they have beer buddies and hunting buddies and blah blah blah but their only emotional support system is their significant other. Whereas, women are more like to call up their girls and mom or close mother figure or even guy friends every now and then and spill all the teas. Okay so that one I didn’t relate much to religion but while they were discussing it I was thinking about the dynamic between friends and how desi people, well men in particular are ride or die for their “brothers” you know like yeah you have the groups that are guarded and don’t talk about feelings but as far as I know most of the desi men in my life have shared emotions with their friends as much as women, if not more. Also, they are not afraid to cry. I’ve seen all my uncles cry and even my dad. I have seen my grandpa cry. I have seen random babas on the street cry too. Based off of my experience men in Pakistan or even here (before they get influenced) show a lot of emotion and that is how it should be! 2) Then we talked about wealthy neighborhoods and how there’s usually one family in a large house and parents usually work a lot and only see their kids for short periods of time. Whereas, in poorer families, a lot more people live together which means you’re more likely to interact with more people throughout your day. Okay, then we talked about how neighborhood atmosphere right so in rich neighborhoods your walls and fences are taller and more gates and less interaction with people around you. However, in poorer neighborhoods, fences tend to be shorter fewer gates and neighbors converse with one another and on weekends especially like holidays and stuff people have bbq and block parties and share and connect with each other. Then I thought well what about golfing buddies and country club events and things. But then I realized the nature of those events is different (I used to volunteer to serve at events held for charity and got a chance to observe the difference in class systems). The way people carry themselves and the way they speak is very like like .. hm like not authentic it’s like robotic almost like even the jokes and laughs sound rehearsed. Then I thought about back home and what I had learned about my religion about how Islam promotes neighborly-ness. And how we are reminded to share and be inclusive. [side note: this got me thinking about race and how it doesn’t exist inshallah I’ll write about that another day and why I think it was created but as far my limited knowledge about my religion goes I’ve never heard color mentioned the lectures I’ve been to only talked about people of other religions and believers v. Nonbelievers but nothing about race]. 3) then we talked about religious guidance that catholicism forbids suicide and Protestants had various beliefs and each group was different and different branches and stuff so no one was on the same place. Then our professor said okay let's say you don't like people and you don't talk to neighbors or friends but you like working on you and you come to church because you’re obligated to do so then what? is that enough? People said no because yk you’re not getting the proper interaction you need to exist. And I started drifting and thinking about how even with prayer it’s better to do it as a group like unison amplifies prayer. But I disagree with the class a little I think both are necessary a balance between individualism and the responsibilities that come with that like working on being a better you, knowing yourself, your goals, strengths, weaknesses, etc. And at the same time working in a group and helping others grow and reach their goals and stuff. And it makes sense for me to think that way because when I was little I had one teacher tell me to not think of myself and to do for others before I do for myself and then another told me to do for myself before everyone else. [mini story time: So I came home confused (I was like 7 and opposing views were hard to understand) and I asked an Imam that used to live in our house if I was really really hungry and had only one small piece of Roti and I saw a baba with no food what should I do and he asked me what I thought so I remember saying that I would like to say that I would just give him the whole piece because he needed it more but I don’t really know what I would do and if I was a baba too and we were two babas that were both hungry with no other food for who knows how long then I think I wouldn’t want to give him the whole piece and then I think I would just break it in half and he didn’t say anything back to me he patted me on the head and then left for namaz lol ] so idk what to make of that but I think that moment in time signifies how important balance is to me. And inshallah I plan on educating myself more so I can know the answers to my questions but the more I explore my thoughts and the more I think about positive actions, I end up back at the same influence, my religion. I’ve always just done stuff because someone else wanted me to but I never prayed when I didn’t feel like it [which sucks I know but is the truth because I felt like it was worse lying about reading namaz(I felt like I wasn’t really reading if I was daydreaming in some parts and speeding through others) than not reading it at all] but the more I explore my thoughts and my goals for myself I make these little connections and they remind me of a very particular dua that I remember making as kind of a kid [mini story time: it was dark and raining and I was sitting in the veranda looking at the rain (I was like still 7 almost 8) and I remember thinking I should say Subhanallah right now because obviously Allah created this but I didn’t. then at the age of whatever age I was when I went to Pulliam after my grandpa died it rained again and I asked Allah to help me love everything as much as I love the rain] and I don’t remember the intentions of my words or what I meant by that but the more I take the time to think the more I remember and the more I try to grow I realize that dua has been answered. I love life, I grew to love people and school, and now I’m growing to love my religion. And I want to hold to this for as long as I possibly can I keep writing because I’m trying to bottle this love and appreciation because I’m scared it’ll go away or something. But yeah The point of all this is that humans need integration to be able to exist and I’m grateful to be created by a god that gave me a guideline to overcome challenges and every task that I’m asked to perform in the end only befits me and creates the happiness that we all seem to be chasing.

[sakhi-nyc]

Convenient Reclamation

By Saleha Irfan

Earlier last year, Azealia Banks stirred controversy by calling Zayn Malik a “curry scented bit*h” during a Twitter feud. The global South Asian community responded with hilarious and cutting comebacks, ridiculing her for stereotyping South Asians. My social media feeds were flooded with impassioned proclamations. How dare she reduce us to curries and bindis? And yet, something about the reaction bothered me immensely. This was a convenient opportunity to celebrate our heritage by posting pictures of ourselves in saris and shalwar kameez but when it came to showing a more nuanced perspective of South Asia, we were sadly lacking. I had never seen these people talk about South Asian issues in any other capacity.

When I first flew to Dartmouth College from Lahore, Pakistan two years ago, I didn’t quite know what to expect. There were a lot of things going through my mind: moving to another country, being away from my friends and family for most of the year, and of course, starting fresh at a new college. Until that point, I had never had to evaluate the way I was presenting my culture to the world; after all, there weren’t many people around me I had to explain my culture to. My thoughts were essentially limited to hoping that I wouldn’t be ‘randomly’ selected during immigration and the idea that I would always have to speak English.

I quickly signed up to join the South Asian student group on campus at the activities fair. I wanted to meet other South Asians, not only so we could get together to watch Bollywood movies or have brunch at the single Indian restaurant in town but also to continue the conversations I had begun at home with other young people about the issues within our communities that moved or disturbed us. The taboo around sexual assault, rampant social inequality, and persistent jingoism were just some of the things I wanted to dive into.  

The student group, like other cultural groups on campus, held regular events in which I participated, but after the third mango lassi social I had begun to grow weary. How much longer were we going to keep this up? When I brought up ideas for discussion such as colorism or manufactured nationalism, I was met with a strange mix of defensiveness and ignorance. I was told that I shouldn’t talk about such sensitive issues because it was better not to rock the boat or that I was sadly mistaken and certain problems such as the caste system simply did not exist anymore. It seemed like ownership of a desi identity

Not much thought went into the planning of the events hosted; the assumption was that we had to keep it fun and somewhat “relatable” so that the rest of the student body would be encouraged to attend our events. This resulted in the regurgitation of the same themes time and time again – the focus would essentially be on North India, featuring Bollywood music, the few items popular on the menu at the nearest Indian restaurant and all of us wearing that one outfit we had packed for such events. No one was entirely blameless, whether it was the freshmen and upperclassmen who were part of the organization (me included) or the ones who willfully refused to be part of the association saying that it was “too American” for their taste.

Frustrated, I posted on Facebook groups consisting of South Asian students in colleges across the US, asking them whether they felt the same annoyance at the lack of engagement with the deeper issues found within our communities. Across the board, the responses were remarkably similar. Many felt that not only were other countries such as Bangladesh, Nepal and Bhutan (to name a few) left out of the narrative, but even topics requiring deeper reflection in well represented countries such as India and Pakistan, were usually not spoken about. People presented a range of opinions as to why this was the case. Some felt that they had little exposure to the more nuanced aspects of their culture growing up in the US and so were less equipped to ensure that South Asian culture(s) was not seen as a monolith. Others pointed out the fact that certain social and ethnic groups were more likely to be wealthier and thus attend college, leading to a slanted demographic within the student body of colleges such as Dartmouth.

During discussions with my peers I learned that many of them were hesitant to approach controversial topics such as the caste system, Kashmir, and sectarian violence for fear of tensions rising between different groups on campus, including the faculty and administration. Another major complication was an unwillingness to identify as ‘one of those’ South Asians - the ones who smelt like curry and always had oil in their hair. Many students preferred to assimilate as much as possible, especially since they had faced bullying in school for not presenting themselves as ‘American enough’. I was soon starting to understand why some of the South Asians, especially the ones who still lived in the region, preferred to stay away from such student bodies; there was a multitude of obstacles surrounding an honest and productive discussion along with the absence of representative demographic in the student body.  

I could no longer roll my eyes every time someone asked me if I spoke ‘Pakistani’ or when the South Asian Student Association would screen a Shahrukh Khan blockbuster yet again. Granted, I had no duty to act as a walking-talking encyclopedia on the numerous political, cultural and social problems of more than 1.7 billion people spread across an entire subcontinent. However, it felt ultimately lazy and dishonest to complain about the silence we ourselves had upheld. How could we, when we had done nothing to change it?

As I enter into my junior year, these thoughts take on a greater urgency. I hope to see some sustainable change in this narrative. This is not a problem limited to my college, nor is it one that can be fixed by simply screening a documentary. If we are so quick to get riled up so we can tweet pictures of ourselves at weddings when Azaelia Banks calls us “curry scented b*tches” or engage in a fierce debate about biryani, why can’t we expend the same energy on paying attention to problems that affect us and the generations to come? This has become all the more relevant in light of the current discussions of identity that are taking place across college campuses, and the world in general. As the new academic year approaches, with fresh students joining our communities, I hope to make others more mindful of the ways in which we choose to shape our story.  

Saleha Irfan is a student at Dartmouth College and a Sakhi summer 2017 intern. 

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