Holy cow. D just texted me: he shook hands with William Shatner.
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Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate people. [link]
Disparaging comments by adults about a children’s presenter have led to an angry backlash in support of Cerrie Burnell, the 29-year-old CBeebies host who was born missing the lower section of her right arm. One man said that he would stop his daughter from watching the BBC children’s channel because Burnell would give his child nightmares.
Parents even called the broadcaster to complain after Burnell, with Alex Winters, took over the channel’s popular Do and Discover slot and The Bedtime Hour programme last month, to complain about her disability.
Yes, I read that yesterday. I could not BEFUCKINGLIEVE it.
On the up side, though, there were lots of comments from people who were outraged at the dickheadery, and who were big supporters of Cerrie. Which was nice.
People: made of fucking stupid.
On the up side, though, there were lots of comments from people who were outraged at the dickheadery, and who were big supporters of Cerrie. Which was nice.
Yeah.
I'm trying to remember if there were people with disabilities on the shows that I watched as a little kid. The only one I can remember is a little girl on Diff'rent Strokes, one of Arnold's friends, who used a wheelchair, and then there was one episode where we found out that she actually could walk with crutches, but she was a dwarf and preferred the teasing about the wheelchair to the teasing about the dwarfism.
Oh. My advisor was giving me grief again yesterday about the time I'm spending at physical therapy taking away from time I could be spending on math. Yes, relief of pain, avoidance of future pain, and avoidance of possible future surgery does take precedence over pretty much everything else right now.
I worked with an old lady at a small grocery who refused to serve a customer with deformed arms. Every time she saw him come in she fled into the stock room. He had two tiny fingers on the one arm that ended at the elbow. That's how he used to hand me the money for his cigarettes. He was a super nice guy, too. How shitty of a person do you have to be to refuse to serve a guy with no hands. I hated my coworker.
Also also: By the end of today, I really wanted to take the entire recent cultural appropriation debate from around the internets and shove it at my officemate to get him to quit trying to speak Yiddish.
One man said that he would stop his daughter from watching the BBC children’s channel because Burnell would give his child nightmares.
It's called parenting, dickweed. This kind of shit just pisses me off. Let's just never discuss anything besides Disney films, puppies, and Happy Meals with our kids cause that other stuff is just too hard. Good God people! Disgusting.
Let's just never discuss anything besides Disney films, puppies, and Happy Meals with our kids cause that other stuff is just too hard.
Disney films will require explaining Quasimodo.
One of the other parents who complained said that seeing her on TV would make his kid ask questions. Questions! The horror!
Every time she saw him come in she fled into the stock room. He had two tiny fingers on the one arm that ended at the elbow
I have to confess to some sympathy for her. She might be trying to avoid the embarassment of acting weird to the guy's face. Granted, the properly evolved human wouldn't blink an eye, but I figure I'd be either trying too hard to pretend everything was normal or shamefully flinching.
It's not pretty, but there it is.
In other "see how Connie comes up short on the competent grownup scale" news, my annual review says I should take on more responsibility and work to my potential. Haven't heard that one since high school. Somehow I've stumbled into a job that wants to be a career, and I'm still in "I'm here to get paid, I'm not doing any more than I need to in order to stay in your relatively good graces."
I don't want to be a responsible grown up and apply myself to my job! I want to just do the work, get paid, and go home!