Tuesday, May 20, 2008

When we were children


I wrote a new poem. I think it's kind of been inspired by looking back over my life with photos and my new counselor (yeah, I got a new counselor, which is always hard in the beginning). Anyway, I don't really want to spend time trying to explain or expound. I'll just present:

When We Were Children
When we were children
the world was simple in complexity.
We understood everything
because we had yet to comprehend anything.
All was new and waiting to be learned.
We were absolute scientists.
Drop a ball, a doll, a coin;
all fall and are summoned to the ground:
gravity.
I fall from a chair
or my mother's arms:
gravity.
When we were children
there were no questions of ethics
or moral absolutes.
There was hunger, thirst,
being fed and waiting to be fed.
There was sleep and waking
when we were children.

Comments, criticisms? Please, please criticise me (I haven't heard from my mom enough lately and I need someone to tell me how I could be doing better)!

In which I get kind of sick of disgusting people who disgust me

because they are disgusting. So the other night I'm being my regular little self, sitting at the computer, looking at my favorite blogs, when I find a post reporting Ted Kennedy's medical emergency (he had a couple of seizures and went to the hospital for fear it may have been a stroke). I won't link to the post for the same reason I'm writing this post: the comment thread was horrific. One commentor even said that he hope Senator Kennedy choked on his vomit and died. Do people realize that this stuff actually happens? A few months ago when I was coming to from a seizure, I couldn't breathe at all because I was choking on my puke. I gained contrul just in time and was able to cough it out of my mouth and nose, but people die from this--and here's this man wishing that another human being would die in this incredible pain just because he doesn't like his politics! I realize the Senator Kennedy is a controversial figure and that his past is in no way crystal-clean, but how can someone hate a stranger so much that he wishes him dead? I've never experienced it, and God help me if I ever do.

UPDATE: Ted Kennedy has a brain tumor. This is a moment where I feel lucky to just have epilepsy. My thoughts and prayers are with him and his family.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Sumer is icumen in

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springeth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!

Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke ferteth.
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
Ne swik thu naver nu!

Sing cuccu nu, sing cuccu!
Sing cuccu nu, sing cuccu nu!

Isn't it funny that a poem might be centuries old, but still express a feeling so exactly? This poem was running through my head all day today. The fruit trees are finally in blossom, we have a goat giving milk, we have little chick that might survive to chickenhood--if the niece and nephew will allow them. The grass is finally green and the sun is finally shining. Lhude sing, cuccu!







Saturday, May 17, 2008

More pics!!!


Wasn't my little brother the cutest thing ever? Here we are playing with my babies. Note the steely grip I have on his wrist. I refused to hold his hand directly because he sucked his thumb and it grossed me out.

Friday, May 16, 2008

More family pictures!!!



Now you know where I get my incredible good looks!!!

The whole fam damly





This is my family. I'm the angry-looking bald chick in the middle. More pics to follow (I don't feel wordy, but I feel picture-y).

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Intersectionality, feminism, and FMH

There's a blog I love that I've probably told plenty of you about. It's Feminist Mormon Housewives, and generally it's fabulous. Conversations over there are like Relief Society with your favorite sisters--the strong, fierce women who never let anything get them down and always offer an interesting perspective. The problem is, I've noticed a disturbing trend or habit or something that just goes on at this blog: the women use really ablist language. For example, this was posted Sunday night: "His wife started having convulsions or something because out the corner of my eye I see her eye balls roll into the back of her head and then she starts shaking. I almost called the paramedics.. oh wait..no.. she just thinks that I am wrong." That's not a pleasant thing for an epileptic to read. I'm not particularly overjoyed when people make light of what is a real physical challenge in my life. So I noted in comments that the wording was offensive and we might try to back off the ablist language in the future. The author of the post didn't bother to respond, but a fellow commentor (going by the sweet name "letswhine") felt it was her duty to hush me by saying, "Or maybe we could forego humor all together," because, as we disableds know, the best humor is humor the demeans and dehumanizes. So I explained, without anger, that when you wake up scared and confused, in your own feces and vomit, seizures don't seem "humorous" anymore. Again, the author of the post didn't bother to respond, though a commenter responded for her, saying, "P.S. Although I don’t condone making jokes about disabilities, and I do believe we need to be careful about the topics we joke about, I do not believe the author intented to offend anyone. Although it’s important to be careful not to offend, let’s also be careful not be offended, hmm?" It's great that she has insight into the author's intentions, but I have been told about 500 times too many to be careful not to be offended. When people make jokes about disabilities it is offensive!!! I don't think that should be a surprize. I don't think people should be shocked that I am offended, and I don't think people should try to hush me when I speak up about it. Would you speak up if someone made a blatantly racist joke? If you wouldn't, you are a coward. You are more interested in keeping your racist friends than you are in standing up for what you believe in. How is standing up for people with disabilities any different? In both cases, a person with privelege is dehumanizing people who do not have the same priveleges.

Part of this is reflective on LDS culture. Mormons are told to be slow to offense. So many times I've seen Mormons use the "you shouldn't get offended at this because you should be slow to offense" excuse. I even had one girl use it when I commented that her halloween costume was racially insensitive (it was--a lot). The problem here is a basic issue of pride. Instead of backing down and saying "ok, I made a mistake, I'm sorry," we turn the blame on the other person and say "you're worse than I am, you're taking offense." But I ask, who is at fault, the offender or the offended? In nearly all cases, we'd have to say the offender.

Another reason the suppression of calling out offense doesn't work in this forum, is because FMH is supposed to be a feminist blog--and feminism works by calling out the offenses patriarchal society commits against women. Shouldn't a feminist blog, then, be the right place to call someone out on offensive language?

One thing that has been a hot topic in many of the feminist blogs of late is the topic of intersectionality--how feminism (or any -ism) intersects and relates to any other -ism (race, disability, class, religion, etc). It has been said before that feminism is for upper-class and able-bodied white women. The movement has been trying to reach out beyond this perception and have more women of different backgrounds involved in feminism. FMH itself is the result of intersectionality--the intersection of feminism and religion (and housewifery, if you take it that far), but of late I have felt that they don't want to allow any further intersections to be made. That's a pity, because there are some of us out here who would love to be a part of a community like that--minus the offensive jokes about disabled people, and/or plus the advantage of being able to speak up and be heard and acknowledged without being hushed.