I'm old enough to be having a mid-life crisis but I can't seem to get out of my teenage mindset. I'm a hopeless fangirl of Harry Potter, Dr. Who, Sherlock, Walking Dead, Downton Abby, and am becoming a fangirl of others. I love steampunk, Broadway musicals, Disney, beautiful design, good typography, antiques, mid-century modern, Craftsman style, and books!
"I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny, old attics. Even if they dress in rags. Even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princess, all of us. Didn’t your father ever tell you that?”
Minimum wage laws suppress competition and transfer monopoly and monopsony power to large corporations. These laws subsidize large corporations by insulating them from competition from smaller competitors and start-ups that are less able bear the increased costs of labor. If we want to increase the poor’s standard of living we must start fighting for free markets and deregulation instead of unemployment and corporate welfare.
So we know we’ve seen this face before. In “Deep Breath” the Doctor keeps talking about how he’s seen this face before, but he can’t remember where. He says something about how the regeneration always chose his face from faces it knew. The first time we see this face is when Ten learns that, at least in some capacity, time can be rewritten, that even though history says everyone in Pompeii died, he could save this family.
The Doctor said to Clara, at the end, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes….it’s time to do something about that.”
Is it possible that the regeneration chose that face to remind him of the fact that he could change those mistakes?
And if so, what does that mean about his previously regenerated faces?
He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have grown up and spent every school holiday. He could have invited friends to his house… He might even have had brothers and sisters… It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake. The life he had lost had hardly ever seemed so real to him as at this moment, when he knew he was about to see the place were it had been taken from him.