Let’s just take a few moments to appreciate the fact that a movie that centres around a world with dragons in it, saw no need to magically cure the two heroes of their disabilities. THEY HAD DRAGONS, PEOPLE. THERE ARE NO EXCUSES!
Thank you Luis Suarez for generating interest in my old biting behavior paper.
But why the last one though
what am I not getting
I can’t breath…I have not laughed this hard in years
Okay, quick story about the last one- I go to this school too, and the creative writing teacher is rad as hell (like the kind to give out free coffee on fridays)
After all of the kids have submitted their short stories, he reads them all for the first time to his two kids, who help him grade them, in a way.
One time, a girl wrote a story about a sheep, named Trixie, making her dream come true by moving to the big city to become an actress, a singer, or whatever (he was pretty vague on the description)
She took a bus and a few trains and finally ended up in the ‘Big City’, where she tries to make her dream come true.
Now I dont remember the exact sequence of events that came next, but Trixie the sheep eventually ended up becoming a prostitute mid-sentence.
Our teacher didnt really realize this at the time, since it was his first time reading it, and to his kids he was caught completely off guard. And lets just say he had to explain a few new concepts to his kids that night..
And that’s why we can’t write any more stories about Trixie going to the Big City.
This past January I had an idea for a project. I work for a transition program in Berkeley, CA that provides life skills training and support for young people as they enter adulthood. All of the students are developmentally and/or intellectually disabled and typically coming out of a lifetime of “special” education. Each student contends with an enormous amount of subtle and overt discrimination. Seeing this day after day – their competence questioned, their abilities undervalued – is an outrage, and I wanted everyone to be outraged with me. I wanted my students to yell at people who wouldn’t talk to them directly or who condescendingly congratulated them on everyday tasks. I wanted these people to feel remorse. Sparked by this newly found injustice, I designed a photography project that would – I believed –both empower my students and be a part of a viral marketing campaign to the world at large.
The plan was to photograph the students with written messages of personal pride, and then create an online network that anyone in the disability community could contribute to. Brilliant! This was going to be huge. I had a photography team lined up and a timeline for completion – all in a matter of days. Then, the director of my program (who is himself Autistic) came to me with some concerns. He delicately questioned my inclusion of disabled people in the planning process, and my intentions for the overall message. Under the strength of my conviction, and the self-importance I felt in my role as a teacher and, importantly, an “ally” to the disability community, I defended my decision. I argued that I was merely amplifying the student’s messages and not my own. I knew I could organize it successfully, and I wanted to go ahead.
It took me a number of days, a number of conversations, and a number of uncomfortable feelings before I fully realized why the project was so problematic. It wasn’t an act of allyship and I wasn’t an ally. I had deluded myself into thinking the project was not about me, when it clearly was. I needed the project to look and feel the way I wanted it to, to appeal to a certain type of person. And I needed my students to be seen by others (able-bodied others) the way that I (an only slightly more educated able-bodied person) saw them. When I finally came to understand this, I was overwhelmed by shame.
Some people may have read this story shaking their heads, appropriately disgusted. Others, and I have encountered many in my subsequent discussions on the experience, may still not fully understand what the big deal is. Isn’t “helping others” good? Don’t social justice movements need all the “allies” they can get? Yes and no. Helping other people is good – if and when they seek help – but without an appropriate understanding of allyship, the help given by a privileged “ally” is more often a perpetuation of oppression than an act of solidarity.
More at the link. The title is a link.
when you yell “puppy!” at a lil doge and they get happy and wag their lil tail like “yess!! i am a puppy!! a baby dog!!! thank you!!!!!!”
When you yell “puppy!!!!” At an old doge and they wag their tail and get all happy like “yes I am still a little doge thank you for noticing! !”
everybodys got a water buffalo
stop stop right this instant what do you think youre doing
you cant say everyones got a water buffalo everyone does not have a water buffalo we’re going to get nasty letters saying wheres my water buffalo why dont i have a water buffalo and are you prepared to deal with that i dont think so stop being so silly
Everybody’s got a baby kangaroo…
Disney ladies + standing up for themselves