Access for the disabled consistently reveals a very ableist society. A lack of ramps in front of stores, inconvenient buttons to open doors that require a firm push (and don’t always work, for that matter. Have you ever pushed one of those buttons and the door remains sealed? It takes an act of god to pry that door open, even for an able-bodied person. But I digress…) which can prove to be difficult for someone who needs the stability of a cane or walker, handicapped bathroom stalls that, for one, are ridiculously small for a disabled person who needs ample room to maneuver equipment and for two, aren’t always immediately available to the person who needs it most. I am guilty of this myself, regrettably. If there is a handicapped stall open, I am sure to take it. Imagine my embarrassment when I leave the stall and a disabled person is waiting on me to be able to use the bathroom while the rest of the stalls are completely empty.
Having a disability, be it physically or mentally, places you in the largest marginalized group in the United States. There is a direct link between disability and poverty; while the EEOC has an anti-discrimination clause, anonymous employers surveyed cited they will not hire someone due to disabilities because they believe they cannot efficiently complete tasks and they fear it will be costly due to special facilities. This leads to an astronomical rate of unemployed disabled people and the cycle continues. There are laws in place to protect people living with disabilities from education discrimination but it doesn’t mean that opportunities are equal. They are often abused or neglected under the care of a school and face horrors that many of us cannot even imagine. As s.e. smith stated in ou’s blog post about the discriminations disabled students face, “[I]f you don’t think an entire class of people is part of humanity, obviously you’re not going to understand why they deserve basic human rights like an education and the right to live without fear. The only way we’re going to address the problem of abuse of disabled students is to get people to admit that disabled people are human beings.”
It is our job, as compassionate human beings, to listen to marginalized voices and take their qualms seriously. By looking at a marginalized group square in the face and telling them that their problems aren’t real or not everyone is like that is derailment. You may think you are being optimistic or helpful by squashing their very real issues by telling them that the world is not out to get them but you are actually silencing them. You are silencing a group of people who are already silenced every day. If you don’t contribute to ableist behavior, then good for you! You get a cookie. When people with disabilities say they face discrimination, you can rest assured that you are not the one they speak of and with that, you can listen with both ears and take their complaints as a learning opportunity. It was certainly a learning opportunity for myself when a friend told me about some of the issues she faces every single day. As an able-bodied person, it is my job to simply listen and learn. That is the very least we can do and is essential if we wish to end discrimination.
I’m not like most girls. I’d rather catch a game with the guys and down a few beers in the process. I feel most comfortable in my tattered sweats with the little hole in the rear. Don’t even think about putting me in a dress. Hell no. I’m not like most girls, the kind who have to be all dolled up just to go to the mailbox. Those girls are so high-maintenance. I can’t even stand the feeling of makeup on my face. Puhlease. It’s just so unnatural! All I need is some Chapstick and I am out the door. Not like those other girls, who need hours to get ready every day. And the drama that comes with girls? Count me out! I refuse to surround myself with that cattiness. My best friends are all guys and we laugh at those girls who live for constant attention. It’s just so much more relaxed and carefree– hanging with the guys. Sure, they call girls “bitches” and “cunts”, but they mean those girls, not me. They say party girls have nothing going on in their brain but they aren’t talking about me. I’d rather stay in and watch Netflix on a Saturday night.
I could go on forever but I think you get my point. I want to make it clear I am separate from other girls. I’m different. Why are you looking at me like that?
I spend hours each week applying makeup, primping, redundantly straightening my already straight hair, making sure I look “pretty”. I am not conventionally attractive but I try to do everything I can to make myself presentable to the world. I like to feel “pretty” but I think for a long time, I placed a lot of importance on the way that I look. It’s mostly an insecurity thing rather than a vanity thing but the point is, “You’re pretty” was one of the nicest things you could say to me. Me? I’m pretty? Tears would gather in my eyes at the kindness of the person who thought that me, plain and simple Tasha, was pretty. I tell other girls and women they’re pretty as well, including my 3 year old daughter. Pretty, gorgeous, cute… Those are the words I throw around regularly with her in hopes of making her feel beautiful in her skin. And I think it’s important that she feels that way, don’t get me wrong. But such a high value is placed on being attractive that being intelligent, funny, kind, thoughtful and other much more important traits are thrown by the wayside. Here is what really sunk in this weekend as I was fretting over my tired eyes and dark circles: I don’t have to be pretty. I exert so much effort into making myself “pretty” but the fact is, being pretty isn’t the golden ticket to my everlasting happiness. There’s actually a lot going on in this brain, if I do say so myself, and that’s what makes me who I am, not how I look. It’s nice to feel pretty and I enjoy the messages that countless commercials (Dove, anyone?) try to send our way (“Everyone is beautiful in their own way!”) because self-love also means loving how you look or at least accepting it but IT IS NOT THAT SERIOUS, YOU GUYS. We often base our entire self-worth on how we look and it just doesn’t make any sense. I look fat in this dress. I look too bony in this dress. My face is ruddy today. I am so ugly. I can’t do anything right. I hate myself. I’m not going to be all, BEAUTY COMES FROM WITHIN, but seriously. It does. I’m not here to please the eye or stun people with my looks. I’m not here to fit into society’s beauty standards because, let’s face it, as a woman, you honestly can’t win. I’m here to spread a message and write and learn and help people and raise my children with values and love. And that is more than enough for me.
TW: domestic violence
The recent video footage (Warning: extremely graphic. I could barely watch it in its entirety) of Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice assaulting his then-girlfriend-now-wife, Janay Rice, has caused public outcry and rightly so. But why has it taken months for this to happen? Why did the NFL support him all these months up until the new video surfaced? NFL commissioner Roger Goodell even said in a statement, “…Seeing that video changed everything. We should have seen it earlier. We should have pursued our own investigation more vigorously. We didn’t and we were wrong.” He went on to say that Rice had earned the benefit of the doubt due to his contributions to the NFL. Let that just sink in for a moment. He earned the benefit of the doubt. The initial video obtained back in February, when the assault occured, showed the aftermath of Rice’s assault– him dragging his unconscious girlfriend out of an elevator and dropping her limp body on the floor like she was a sack of potatoes. Why that video wasn’t enough to cast doubt, I have no idea (actually, I do and I’ll discuss it later). When are people going to realize just because you “know” someone and they seem to be successful, contributing members of society doesn’t mean that behind closed they are that same person? In fact, they can be quite monstrous. I am reminded of the Woody Allen ordeal and how certain celebrity friends chose to remain silent about Dylan speaking out while remaining supportive of Woody Allen. Even the media questioned her and her motive because hello! Woody Allen is an Oscar winning director and doesn’t he look so meek in his little sweater vests and his little glasses? He’s so unassuming; he couldn’t possibly have done the horrible things she is accusing him of.
The NFL has failed yet again at handling domestic violence in their league. Over and over again, they have shown that they do not consider this behavior worthy of more than just a slap on the wrist. Rice, who was initially suspended FOR ONLY 2 GAMES, was suspended indefinitely, but the league made sure it was clear he would be welcome back if he took steps to address his problem. They say “We won’t tolerate domestic violence” but they are sending a very different message loud and clear. It says that maybe it was her fault. It says it isn’t that big of a deal unless surveillance of the assault is released to the (outraged) public. It says game is more important than a battered woman.
There is no other side of the story. It doesn’t matter what she said or did. Beating her to a state of unconsciousness will always be his fault.
It is not her fault.
It is not her fault.
It is not her fault.
When I finished We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, I clutched it closely to my chest. It’s rare to find a book with words within that are life-changing. And that’s just what this book was for me: Life-changing. One of the issues that the book brought forth is the morality of animal experimentation. To say that I haven’t really given this much thought before would be an understatement. I mean, I’ve questioned the ethics of zoos and the like but never really felt a definitive way. It’s not that I hate animals or anything; I actually like them a lot. I think a major problem is the hush-hush nature of the subject. Animal research teams are notably silent on their practices and experiments and we gladly accept that. We don’t want to know what’s going on behind the scenes. If we shut our eyes tight enough, we can almost make- believe abhorrent things aren’t happening every day to thousands of animals. But, like with everything else, just because we pretend not to hear anything doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. Scientists proceed in the name of improving humanity, but at what cost? Animals are poked, prodded, injected with deadly chemicals and viruses, and subjected to other abuses that traumatize and sometimes kill them. Inflicting trauma on the animals is a slippery slope; it begs the question: where do animal experimenters draw the line? What is too far? Behind closed doors and with a lack of transparency, this can be extremely detrimental to the wellbeing of animals. Jane Goodall, famous animal rights activist, was quoted as saying, “[A]nimals have not been as critical to the advancement of medicine as is typically claimed by proponents of animal experimentation. Moreover, a great deal of animal experimentation has been misleading and resulted in either withholding of drugs, sometimes for years, that were subsequently found to be highly beneficial to humans, or to the release and use of drugs that, though harmless to animals, have actually contributed to human suffering and death.”
Ultimately, while I think some experimentation may be necessary TO AN EXTENT, I think reform is crucial. As human beings, we should demand transparency from research institutes. We can no longer bury our heads in the sand while the unthinkable happens to our fellow animals. If we are inflicting pain or trauma onto animals, then the answer should be clear. It simply is not morally ethical to continue. Not when experiments can be conducted on cell structures or paid human volunteers who actively choose to take part in an experiment and who have a full understanding of the risks and dangers. We can’t be blind any longer.
A superintendent at a public high school in Noble, Oklahoma was under fire for her recent outbursts regarding the
students girls attending the school. She publicly shamed girls wearing “inappropriate” attire, calling them sluts and even made girls bend over as a tool to measure if dresses were too short. Yesterday, the school board decided she could keep her job with just a slap on the wrist; she has to seek “professional development”. I was utterly disgusted when the news first broke about this woman, particularly after hearing that she purportedly told one student, “If you wear inappropriate clothes, and you’re bending over in front of a guy in the locker room or something, and he reaches up and touches, it’s not his fault because you’re the one wearing the showing clothes.”
Newsflash: Boys have brains. Men have brains, too. We are doing them a great disservice by perpetuating the myth that they have no control over their impulses. It’s insulting, really. Guys, you should be insulted by the way they talk about you like you all are some kind of animal that goes around, pillaging and plundering because you just don’t know any better.
It’s summertime and the temperatures are scorching and tank tops and shorts provide slight relief from the heat. How about instead of indulging this outdated idea of men not being able to control where their eyes wander, we teach boys to respect everyone. This means keeping your eyes (and hands) to yourself. Girls aren’t “asking for it” just because they are donning a skirt. Let’s cut the slut- shaming shit, please. Your clothes don’t determine your worth as a person, so superintendents et al., please stop masking your sexism by touting your moral obligations and standards. We should be busting harmful myths, not preserving them. This is what school administrators should focus on, not the finger width of a tank top sleeve.
I feel bad for Miley. I really do. The poor girl (scratch that– woman) has barely entered adulthood and is constantly berated for every little thing she does. From what she wears to her “twerking”, she is ripped to shreds in the tabloids daily. Society has placed her on an unbelievably tall pedestal from her Disney channel days and while Miley, who has carefully crafted her new image in an effort to shed her child star persona, has long since left those days behind, we can’t let her live it down. “But what about the children?!” Ah, yes, won’t someone think of the children? I think it’s about time we stop trying to substitute celebrities as role models and let them do their job– which is to entertain us. It can be hard not to look up to a celebrity with their larger than life personalities, especially when you are young in this world and your thoughts and opinions are so easily malleable but that’s where you, dear parent, must step in. We forget that we have the greatest influence over our children, more than anyone else. Who is with us almost all of the time? Who is watching me freak out because this idiot in the blue car just cut me off? Who is watching me help this older gentleman with his groceries? It’s up to us to teach them their values, not a celebrity.
Above all, can we please remember Miley (and other celebs like her) is only human? She has lived her entire life in the spotlight and can you even imagine how difficult that must be? She’s also only 21 and to be honest, I would not want anyone judging my 21 year old self. I was kind of a mess. I was still figuring out who I was and I made a lot of mistakes. So let’s cut Miley some slack and give her some props for taking control of her image and becoming extremely successful in the process.