I read this blog post this morning over my coffee.... and granted, it made me nearly snort my coffee, groan over my coffee, and finally- somewhat steamed over my coffee.
Why are people such assholes? Really.
I totaly feel for my friend (Jill) ScaryMommy, but more than that- I KNOW HOW SHE FEELS.
That sucker-punched to the gut feeling of; "Wow, here's a really cruel and unfeeling human being with no brain- and lucky me- I get to deal with them."
I'm deaf. You'd think, in some circles, that means I'm:
- stupid
- ignorant
- useless
- invisible
Uhm, I'm not stupid.....and for the most part I'm not ignorant (I try not to be), and other than when I'm asleep I'm not useless- and when I'm asleep (for the record)- I'm very useful in holding down sheets and blankets as even my 6'6" husband can't get me to move off of them if he wants more than I'm allowing him to have.
...and I AM NOT INVISIBLE. Good luck with that one. I'm Irish/Italian, over six feet tall, and pissy. Good luck invisible-ing that.
While I'd love to find ScaryMommy's nanny and plop her bum down on a barstool and educate her in a way SOMEONE should have that other people (regardless of ethnic or religious roots) are worthy and should be viewed as they are- individuals- with their own merits and not as a blanket 'group'..... (pray I don't find out who this woman is or the next run of PMS may entail a road trip)
I've got my own little 'hullabaloo' going on here in the mountains of SW Colorado:
I'm taking a 10 week old Great Dane puppy grocery shopping.
I'm training my service dog.
I'm also getting one of three reactions:
1. "Ohmigod! What a cute puppy! Look at him! Oh, wow! Can I pet him?! Can I? Can I?"
2. [to oneself] "Oh, a dog. In here. Don't look at it. Don't. Pretend it isn't there and it won't be. Right?"
3. A disgusted, frowning, 'I have poop-flavored-pate in my mouth' look on the face, and a scurrying, quick evasive maneuver with the grocery cart.
Really, people? It's a dog. Not even a full-grown dog. It's a puppy! A. PUPPY.
He's cute if I do say so myself.
But here's the big thing; I can bring him in now, at 23...24....25....(he's growing by the minute) pounds....and teach him how to behave and handle public situations and meeting people, how to handle being in an aisle of steak and prime rib and pork chops without going nuts like that bird in the old "Cocoa Puffs" cereal commercials.... or...not.
For the people in #2 and #3 above; would you prefer I waited until he's over a year old, at anywhere around 125-150 pounds, standing 30+ inches at the shoulder...and THEN bring him in to your local Piggly Wiggly (one such nasty-faced lady was from Texas as I saw from her plates on her SUV) and HOPE he doesn't eat the entire butcher section including packaging and the little kid who works there after school stocking ground beef?
Would'ya?
The world has both less and more tolerance. We put up with things we shouldn't, we do things we shouldn't...and yet we judge those around us with more harsh looks, gestures and words....really. That sucks.
Why are people such assholes? Really.
I totaly feel for my friend (Jill) ScaryMommy, but more than that- I KNOW HOW SHE FEELS.
That sucker-punched to the gut feeling of; "Wow, here's a really cruel and unfeeling human being with no brain- and lucky me- I get to deal with them."
I'm deaf. You'd think, in some circles, that means I'm:
- stupid
- ignorant
- useless
- invisible
Uhm, I'm not stupid.....and for the most part I'm not ignorant (I try not to be), and other than when I'm asleep I'm not useless- and when I'm asleep (for the record)- I'm very useful in holding down sheets and blankets as even my 6'6" husband can't get me to move off of them if he wants more than I'm allowing him to have.
...and I AM NOT INVISIBLE. Good luck with that one. I'm Irish/Italian, over six feet tall, and pissy. Good luck invisible-ing that.
While I'd love to find ScaryMommy's nanny and plop her bum down on a barstool and educate her in a way SOMEONE should have that other people (regardless of ethnic or religious roots) are worthy and should be viewed as they are- individuals- with their own merits and not as a blanket 'group'..... (pray I don't find out who this woman is or the next run of PMS may entail a road trip)
I've got my own little 'hullabaloo' going on here in the mountains of SW Colorado:
I'm taking a 10 week old Great Dane puppy grocery shopping.
I'm training my service dog.
I'm also getting one of three reactions:
2. [to oneself] "Oh, a dog. In here. Don't look at it. Don't. Pretend it isn't there and it won't be. Right?"
3. A disgusted, frowning, 'I have poop-flavored-pate in my mouth' look on the face, and a scurrying, quick evasive maneuver with the grocery cart.
Really, people? It's a dog. Not even a full-grown dog. It's a puppy! A. PUPPY.
He's cute if I do say so myself.
But here's the big thing; I can bring him in now, at 23...24....25....(he's growing by the minute) pounds....and teach him how to behave and handle public situations and meeting people, how to handle being in an aisle of steak and prime rib and pork chops without going nuts like that bird in the old "Cocoa Puffs" cereal commercials.... or...not.
For the people in #2 and #3 above; would you prefer I waited until he's over a year old, at anywhere around 125-150 pounds, standing 30+ inches at the shoulder...and THEN bring him in to your local Piggly Wiggly (one such nasty-faced lady was from Texas as I saw from her plates on her SUV) and HOPE he doesn't eat the entire butcher section including packaging and the little kid who works there after school stocking ground beef?
Would'ya?
The world has both less and more tolerance. We put up with things we shouldn't, we do things we shouldn't...and yet we judge those around us with more harsh looks, gestures and words....really. That sucks.
Post a Comment