I wonder how many people on here that have reblogged those “I treat retail workers/public service workers with RESPECT because I’m not HUMAN GARBAGE” type posts have also endorsed or straight up taken part in sending death threats/suicide bait/unrelenting harassment to the people that make their media
I was so inspired by Kid Gorgeous that I put together an event to have people dress up like old timey folks and wave to departing ships down at the harbour!
Um…at the risk of sounding snobby here: Do the elitist GOP get that the house doesn’t even look that good?
Not that I’m judging: I grew up in some mediocre places too. It’s fine, and there are certainly worse places. I agree with her: It was likely fine to grow up in.
But it’s a pretty mundane and rundown. By any standards.
But it’s a standing house. So apparently, per the Republicans, she’s a limousine liberal.
No, seriously: The guy is presenting the house like it’s a grand frigging $10 million dollar mansion or something.
For the very first time since getting my walking stick, it happened. A woman stopped me in the street and said, “Have you hurt your legs?”
I was taken aback, despite reading about this type of thing time and time again from other visibly disabled people, and told her that my leg bones are the wrong shape.
I recognised her reaction from stories told by others: as soon as her curiosity was satisfied, she lost interest. I no longer existed to her, she barely even responded and walked away.
So, in view of this happening again, I have come up with some nonsensical replies to give in future. Please feel free to add your own.
– “I was poisoned by a pretender to my throne.”
– *vague wave at the sky* *conspiratorial whisper* “Chemtrails…”
– *in the same tone as their question* “Oh my god, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR MANNERS?!” (as per @fuzzybumblebee)
– “I’m just really into accessories!” (fuzzybumblebee again)
– “Slipped on a banana peel.” (fuzzybumblebee again)
– “Nah, I just enjoy being asked invasive questions by strangers.” – “I actually don’t have human legs at all!” – *in a dreamy tone, as smoky as you can* “Well, once upon a time, back… before…” – “My brother ate my legs when I was young, so these are made of [insert elaborate and ridiculous material here – caramel, pigeons, dentures, car parts, etc].”
Print cards that say “I traded my voice to the sea witch for these legs”
I didn’t know Mr. T pityed fool’s that weren’t woke, but that’s awesome. #respect
“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself:“What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.” That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.“
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