“She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal chord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet.”—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via thebooker)
People say ALS is “apolitical” and disability rights is “easy because no one wants to say anything bad about the disabled” but then ALS has a really successful fundraiser and suddenly everyone is making it political and saying bad things about people with disabilities.
It’s almost like society has trained everyone to equate “simpering pity” with “actual respect” and demands that people heap simpering pity on PWD, so when we ask for actual respect everyone’s like JESUS WE GIVE YOU ENOUGH OF THAT ALREADY!!!
There is a perception that PWD are coddled and given more than our fair share (instead of neglected and denied access, treatment, and self-respect) so the moment we ask for anything it creates a huge backlash because we’re demanding more and not acting out of abject gratitude.
disability rights is “easy because no one wants to say anything bad about the disabled”
Dear people who think “disability rights is an easy issue”: I invite you to step into my fucking shoes for one day
one phone call to 1-800-MEDICARE “for specific billing questions and questions about your claims” and you would be sobbing like a little child after fifteen minutes
Oxford Dictionary of National Biography podcast: Roald Dahl, author of Matilda, James and the Giant Peach, and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
By the end of his life Dahl was bitter at not receiving the knighthood that he felt he deserved, and he became increasingly self-important, ordering a Rolls-Royce from his publisher’s to collect manuscripts from his home. He was 6 feet 6 inches tall, a chain-smoker, a lover of fine wine, a collector of contemporary painting, a grower of roses and orchids, a picture restorer, and a gambler on horses. He looked after 100 budgerigars that flew wild around his garden. He was a chocaholic. In the garden hut where he wrote he kept a huge silver ball made by packing together the silver paper from all the chocolate bars he ate. He also kept there as a trophy to show visitors one of his arthritic hip bones which had been replaced.
[Nancy] Milford framed Zelda as a somebody she’d never before been in popular culture—a talented woman whose efforts to develop her prodigious gifts were curbed by a domineering husband, one who sought to stack the deck against her so systematically that she could find no semblance of meaning in her life.
This interpretation of an ugly story and its antagonist holds water, but even so, it isn’t the story we should be telling. While it serves as the bedrock of Zelda’s canonization in the annals of feminism, it anchors her there for the wrong reasons, because through this misguided lens, all roads lead to Scott.
In Save Me the Waltz, Alabama describes her mother as “part of a masculine tradition,” and it is in this same tradition that our culture has incarcerated Zelda by forever leashing her story to her husband and his actions. It isn’t Zelda’s suffering within her tumultuous marriage that merits feminist renown or reveals who she was, but rather the art for which she sacrificed her sanity and struggled so valiantly to create. Zelda shaped her life and art on her own terms despite the many obstacles that stood in her way—her browbeating husband, her fragile mental health, and the repressive attitude toward women of the time in which she lived. It is for her victories over those obstacles and her creations that we should celebrate her, not her suffering. If we as a culture have to keep slogging through that suffering, let’s change the conversation to how well she bore up under it, and the tremendous things she created when she did.
Dear Miss Dickinson, My eldest sister is a genius, my middle sister is a wild thing, and my brother is a genius -- well, papa says so -- as well as being a boy, and I am the youngest and therefore Nobody. This is quite vexing. How can I convince them I can go out into the wide world to earn my own living? -- Signed, A. Nanny Mouse.
We don’t know how dark it is, but if you are at sea, perhaps when we say that we are there, you won’t be as afraid.
It would be best to see you – it would be good to see the Grass, and hear the Wind blow the wide way in the Orchard – Are the Apples ripe – Have the Wild Geese crossed – Did you save the seed to the pond Lily?
You noticed my dwelling alone — To an Emigrant, Country is idle except it be his own…. Could it please your convenience to come so far as Amherst, I should be very glad, but I do not cross my Father’s ground to any House or town.
Grief is a Mouse – And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House – And baffles quest –
Here’s the thing grownups constantly forget about childhood: sometimes, it sucks. Kids all over the world face poverty, war, bullying, discrimination, and oppression. Being young doesn’t protect yo…
"Fiction can be a tool for imagining realities so perfect that they can never be achieved. Or, it can be a tool to celebrate what we are capable of doing with however little we have been given. This is one idea behind the #Weneeddiversebooks campaign: children of all races, classes, genders, faiths, and geographies commit story-worthy acts of heroism and empathy every day, no matter what their circumstances. Yet, we rarely make space for them on our library shelves."
Trisha Prabhu is just 13 years old, but she already has a study that got her a spot in Google’s 15 Global Science Fair finalists, and it’s quite an interesting one. Prabhu wants to put a stop to cyber-bullying by making teens and tweens rethink the things they want to post online that may be hurtful to others. In short, she’s appealing to their conscience to prevent annoying messages from being posted online. Prabhu’s project is called exactly that – Rethink – and it’s a system that would filter messages that may be hurtful to others and ask posters whether they actually want to go through with the message they initially wrote. In her Rethink study, she proved that 93.43% of adolescents decided not to post mean or hurtful things after being alerted to rethink the contents of their messages. The young scientist explains that “cyber-bullying is an online form of bullying, that research shows may result in depression, low self-esteem and in rare cases suicides in adolescent victims(12-18).” “Research shows that, over 50% of adolescents and teens have been bullied online and 10 to 20% experience it regularly. Research also shows that adolescents that post mean/hurtful messages may not understand the potential consequences of their actions because the pre-frontal cortex, the area of brain that controls reasoning and decision-making isn’t developed until age 25,” she wrote in the project’s summary.