I do still exist! I haven't abandoned, thee, oh wonderous LJ!!
**looks at subject line** I make myself giggle. ^_^
On NPR this morning, I caught the end of a story which horrified me a bit. A six-year old called 911 (I'm assuming 911, I didn't actually hear that part) and told the operator his mom had collapsed. The operator told him he shouldn't be playing with the phone!! >_< I will check on NPR online later after they post the story to get more details, but damn, that pisses me off so much.
::EDIT:: To read an article on the story click here. The boy called 911 twice and was accused of calling as a prank. His mother died. Uncertain whether it was the same operator each time or not. She insisted he put a fucking adult on the fucking phone. He said he couldn't and she just fucking told him he'd get in trouble for playing with the phone. I don't know where the fuck she grew up, but where I did, we were taught as small children that if something happened to mom or dad (or the babysitter for that matter), we were to call 911 and that 911 would send someone to help. So, the kid is gonna figure he called or did something wrong and it's his fault that his mom died. Then, at some point, some of that anger will turn outward and could focus on 911, women (the operator was a woman), authority in general, etc. (depends on the individual). Throw that in with the fact that he was alone with his mom when she died and was stuck in the house alone with her dead body for a while and you eventually get an adult with major issues and scarring. And people wonder why authority figures aren't trusted or gone to for help. Grrrrrrr.
The fucking city of Detroit better fucking pay for that kid's therapy for his entire fucking life and they better start it NOW.
::END EDIT::
So Dylan and I were parked out in lot six overflow b/c we have roommates who, understandably, don't want us hanging out in our respective domiciles all the time, so we have to hang out in my car if we want privacy for talking and smooches. ^^ But then the campus police come knocking on my car door. @_@ It turns out we weren't in trouble, they just wanted to check that I was out there of my own free will, which I find so fabulous! Yay for the campus police for checking that! They also made certain we actually knew who we were out there with (full names and such). I think the officer was surprised that I said it was sweet that they checked on my safety (just me, they didn't ask if Dylan was out there willingly, they assume the boy isn't being taken advantage of. **grumble** double standards).
Though I do wonder if their assumption of who was taking advantage of whom would have changed if they knew mine and Dylan's ages. No longer the wide-eyed, smiling innocent but suddenly the older, evil temptress who lures away cute college boys and corrupts them? ^_~
...or not, but that's what they probably would have thought.
I know I'm so behind on reading everyone else's posts. I will read through and comment at some point. (probably first week after school is out?) I'm sorry I've been neglecting everyone!
On NPR this morning, I caught the end of a story which horrified me a bit. A six-year old called 911 (I'm assuming 911, I didn't actually hear that part) and told the operator his mom had collapsed. The operator told him he shouldn't be playing with the phone!! >_< I will check on NPR online later after they post the story to get more details, but damn, that pisses me off so much.
::EDIT:: To read an article on the story click here. The boy called 911 twice and was accused of calling as a prank. His mother died. Uncertain whether it was the same operator each time or not. She insisted he put a fucking adult on the fucking phone. He said he couldn't and she just fucking told him he'd get in trouble for playing with the phone. I don't know where the fuck she grew up, but where I did, we were taught as small children that if something happened to mom or dad (or the babysitter for that matter), we were to call 911 and that 911 would send someone to help. So, the kid is gonna figure he called or did something wrong and it's his fault that his mom died. Then, at some point, some of that anger will turn outward and could focus on 911, women (the operator was a woman), authority in general, etc. (depends on the individual). Throw that in with the fact that he was alone with his mom when she died and was stuck in the house alone with her dead body for a while and you eventually get an adult with major issues and scarring. And people wonder why authority figures aren't trusted or gone to for help. Grrrrrrr.
The fucking city of Detroit better fucking pay for that kid's therapy for his entire fucking life and they better start it NOW.
::END EDIT::
So Dylan and I were parked out in lot six overflow b/c we have roommates who, understandably, don't want us hanging out in our respective domiciles all the time, so we have to hang out in my car if we want privacy for talking and smooches. ^^ But then the campus police come knocking on my car door. @_@ It turns out we weren't in trouble, they just wanted to check that I was out there of my own free will, which I find so fabulous! Yay for the campus police for checking that! They also made certain we actually knew who we were out there with (full names and such). I think the officer was surprised that I said it was sweet that they checked on my safety (just me, they didn't ask if Dylan was out there willingly, they assume the boy isn't being taken advantage of. **grumble** double standards).
Though I do wonder if their assumption of who was taking advantage of whom would have changed if they knew mine and Dylan's ages. No longer the wide-eyed, smiling innocent but suddenly the older, evil temptress who lures away cute college boys and corrupts them? ^_~
...or not, but that's what they probably would have thought.
I know I'm so behind on reading everyone else's posts. I will read through and comment at some point. (probably first week after school is out?) I'm sorry I've been neglecting everyone!