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I am still seeing the guy I went on that date with. Though I am not calling him my boyfriend yet. I'm hoping things can be nice and slow, because I'm really not confident at this sort of thing. I've been rewatching Miranda lately and finding representation.
He took me to his favourite comedian last week. It was OK but some of the jokes were offensive to me and I don't know if I should have said something.
It really bothers me actually. This comedian was making jokes about how everyone loves learning disabled people (who he called retards, of course) and they get to lead comfortable lives in their pyjamas.
I have seen this attitude in real life as well. The idea that people with these disabilities are spoiled as they have people to take them to the beach and restaurants and bowling in the middle of the week.
Yes the rest of us don't get someone nice taking us to the beach most of the time. But here's the thing. I can go to the beach if I want to, because I have a job that lets me pay for it, I can use transport independently to get there, I can make myself my own food to take with me, and all that time, I can keep myself safe without someone having to supervise me. Really, who is the privileged one?
I have been doing some writing lately too, mostly of my project for work, but also a little piece based on a prompt set by my writer's group. It was to put your characters in another historical era. So I did that with the characters of Social Change, and I will post it shortly.
He took me to his favourite comedian last week. It was OK but some of the jokes were offensive to me and I don't know if I should have said something.
It really bothers me actually. This comedian was making jokes about how everyone loves learning disabled people (who he called retards, of course) and they get to lead comfortable lives in their pyjamas.
I have seen this attitude in real life as well. The idea that people with these disabilities are spoiled as they have people to take them to the beach and restaurants and bowling in the middle of the week.
Yes the rest of us don't get someone nice taking us to the beach most of the time. But here's the thing. I can go to the beach if I want to, because I have a job that lets me pay for it, I can use transport independently to get there, I can make myself my own food to take with me, and all that time, I can keep myself safe without someone having to supervise me. Really, who is the privileged one?
I have been doing some writing lately too, mostly of my project for work, but also a little piece based on a prompt set by my writer's group. It was to put your characters in another historical era. So I did that with the characters of Social Change, and I will post it shortly.