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I decided to post an entry before I put on my academic hipwaders and descended into the reeking bog of academia with a comparative essay on Greco-Roman and Judeo-Christian myths of creation. Thing is, I can't find much to say. I've opined at length on the burgeoning CSI:NY D/L drama, and frankly, I don't have the strength to rebut the infuriating, ablist attitudes I encountered on Unfunnybusiness when I posted about the paraplegic woman being ejected from an Idaho fair for being too graphic and offensive to be seen in public.
Apparently, if you're disabled, it's you're responsibility to prove no malicious or offensive intent when appearing in public. After all, if people are feeling guilty about their healthy bodies, it's your calling to put them at ease by assuring them you want to be where you are and aren't, in fact, a breathing ficus being exploited by your awful caregiver, who probably gets their jollies by beating you and sodomizing you with a toothbrush before indulging in a bit of martyrdom and Munchausen's by proxy.
Their right, their moral obligation, to protect you from a possible or imagined abuse supersedes your right to autonomy as a disabled person. It's fortheir comfort your own good.
Don't believe me? Check out the responses by iwanttobeasleep and kerryblaze.
I stopped responding early on because I knew nothing I said would sway them from their privileged, ablist outlook, and I didn't relish the thought of spending the weekend crying in impotent rage and tilting at windmills on the Internet.
The only coherent thought I have left on the matter is this: People are stupid, uninterested, judgmental assholes who spend far too much time judging each other without having the facts. I include myself here because I know I've spoken harshly or glibly and hurt others with my opinionated snark. I also know I'll do it again and again because I'm not better than anyone else when it comes to thinking my opinions are the "right" ones.
People suck, and able-bodied people have no business telling disabled people how to live their lives to make them feel better. If they're so interested in "helping" me, then why is there never a line when I need help wiping my ass?
Lastly, a pimp for Et Tu, Part XI.
Apparently, if you're disabled, it's you're responsibility to prove no malicious or offensive intent when appearing in public. After all, if people are feeling guilty about their healthy bodies, it's your calling to put them at ease by assuring them you want to be where you are and aren't, in fact, a breathing ficus being exploited by your awful caregiver, who probably gets their jollies by beating you and sodomizing you with a toothbrush before indulging in a bit of martyrdom and Munchausen's by proxy.
Their right, their moral obligation, to protect you from a possible or imagined abuse supersedes your right to autonomy as a disabled person. It's for
Don't believe me? Check out the responses by iwanttobeasleep and kerryblaze.
I stopped responding early on because I knew nothing I said would sway them from their privileged, ablist outlook, and I didn't relish the thought of spending the weekend crying in impotent rage and tilting at windmills on the Internet.
The only coherent thought I have left on the matter is this: People are stupid, uninterested, judgmental assholes who spend far too much time judging each other without having the facts. I include myself here because I know I've spoken harshly or glibly and hurt others with my opinionated snark. I also know I'll do it again and again because I'm not better than anyone else when it comes to thinking my opinions are the "right" ones.
People suck, and able-bodied people have no business telling disabled people how to live their lives to make them feel better. If they're so interested in "helping" me, then why is there never a line when I need help wiping my ass?
Lastly, a pimp for Et Tu, Part XI.
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