Grump
I barely have time to breathe, I'm so busy, and yet very little of it is of a kind which can be repeated. I don't even have any opinions other than 'this government stinks' which can be repeated.
Having said that I came across an entry on the "Where's the Benefit" blog the other day (yesterday) though it was actually posted on the 17th. Shocked headline as fat disabled woman has fun. It appears that the Telegraph now views the idea that someone who is fat and disabled might want to go out an enjoy themselves as evidence that she is (a) faking and (b) therefore not entitled to benefits. OK, the article is more nuanced than that, but not much.
It's not the article quite so much as the stupid little questionnaire thing. That really got my goat. Now I'm someone whose idea of amusement is a committee meeting, but as one of the people who made comments said, you'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of hate, but I'm not. It's almost like you don't dare be fat, disabled or (worse) both in public.
They can fuck off, frankly. The idea that there are Torygraph readers concern-trolling my menu choices is enough to make me eat a litre of chocolate ice cream just to be contrary.
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Having said that I came across an entry on the "Where's the Benefit" blog the other day (yesterday) though it was actually posted on the 17th. Shocked headline as fat disabled woman has fun. It appears that the Telegraph now views the idea that someone who is fat and disabled might want to go out an enjoy themselves as evidence that she is (a) faking and (b) therefore not entitled to benefits. OK, the article is more nuanced than that, but not much.
It's not the article quite so much as the stupid little questionnaire thing. That really got my goat. Now I'm someone whose idea of amusement is a committee meeting, but as one of the people who made comments said, you'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of hate, but I'm not. It's almost like you don't dare be fat, disabled or (worse) both in public.
They can fuck off, frankly. The idea that there are Torygraph readers concern-trolling my menu choices is enough to make me eat a litre of chocolate ice cream just to be contrary.
This entry was originally posted at http://lexin.dreamwidth.org/524583.html. You can comment here or there, it's up to you.