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Wednesday, 23 September 2009

  • Racist jokes

    Last Friday my little brother Sam, turned 20. We had this little get together with some of his friends. Everyone played games, Guitar Hero, and ate some good BBQ. However, at one point in the evening someone decided to start telling jokes. Within three or four jokes, someone decided it was time to tell a racist joke. The conversation went like this:

    Me: You can tell all the jokes you want, but racist jokes are absolutely unacceptable in this house.
    Person A: Really?
    Person B: Why?
    Me: Because they are rude, stereotyping, and racist.
    Person A: Family Guy makes racist jokes all the time.
    Person B: Yeah. You remember that episode where the black guy--
    Me: I don't care. You won't tell them in this house. I'm serious. You wouldn't tell those jokes if you were sitting in a room full of Black people or Asian people. If you would be too embarassed to tell the joke in front of them, then it has no place being told anywhere.
    Person A: True.
    Person B: (under his breath) man, what's up her butt.
    Me: I'm serious.
    Person B: Okay, okay.
    Me: Where do you learn those kind of jokes anyway.
    Person B: You know. Camp, TV, comedians. Wherever.

    What I don't get is how they never really got it. Tomorrow they will probably repeat the jokes to their friends and they will all laugh. Honestly, I don't know any racist jokes. I don't want to know any. I make people shut up before they have time to tell them and block out any that I might have heard by accident. I don't watch shows like Family Guy. I know they make fun of everything equally, but it is giving the impression that it is okay to say things like this.

    When I came home for the first time after moving to Boston, I told all my friends and family about my new church. My new church that was majority Asian and Asian-American. I found a connection there, perhaps because I was used to going to multi-cultural and multi-ethnic churches growing up, albeit African and Latino was what I was used to. However, when people found out that I had friends who were Asian, they seemed to think it would be the perfect opportunity to use those Asian jokes they had been stock piling. I didn't even know my friends knew racist jokes. They had never used them before. Why would they think that now that I had friends who were Asian, I would think that such things would entertain me? I was pissed. One of my brothers (yes, the one I am having issues with at the moment) was like, "You never had a problem with it before."
    Dude, you never said racist jokes before.

    I know these things exist, but do people seriously think it is okay? Often these kind of jokes are building up stereotypes. Stereotyping is the first step towards prejudice and discrimination. ::sigh:: I guess all I can do is continue to call people on it when they begin thinking with the stupid part of their brains.

Friday, 18 September 2009

  • Every time I let some blogring post one of my blogs, they mess it all up and the responses are horrendous to say the least. My last blog was really a plea for help in order to understand and get along with some girls from my church. Sadly, with the blogrings splicing and dicing, the responses were less than helpful as apparently I used the wrong word for describing these "kind" of girls. Apparently girly girl was the wrong word. That's the only piece of helpful advice I have received thus far. Oh, and apparently it is Sarah Dessen, not Laura Dessen. The moral of the story: As appealing as it sounds, one doesn't want to be a featured post.

    In some better news. My thesis was accepted last week. For those not familiar, I am writing my thesis on Positive Portrayals of Disabilities in Intermediate and Young Adult Fiction. It's almost a how to guide for writers on how to write positive portrayals of the disabled. I was rather nervous because I have heard people say that their thesis' have been rejected and I'm a bit of a perfectionist. You would think I would welcome rejection as it will be my life as a writer, however not when it comes to my thesis. But it was accepted, and my professor was very pleased with my progress, research, arguments, and guidelines. It is interesting how writing and reading so much about disability will really change the way you look at books. I was reading a YA Sci-fi called Gone by Grant and one of the girls has a brother who is autistic. My radar went off immediately. I started to evaluate the way disability was portrayed according to my own guidelines. I still enjoyed the book, but it was through a certain filter. If the portrayal of that character had been stereotypical or biased, I would not have liked it as much. (for the record, the book on the whole was so so) People have been kind enough to give titles of books that they think I can use for my thesis, however, unless I am planning on writing an annotated bibliography, I have all the books I need. I am considering writing an annotated bib simply because I feel like I should mention some of the books not brought up in my thesis. Yeah, you read that right...I am giving myself more work to do when I don't need to do it.

    Church is getting better. I am volunteering in the nursery once a month. I'm good with babies, but I declined any work with teens. Not a fan of the drama. I am making an effort to talk to people at church more, whether through text or on-line. In person whenever possible. Went out with a friend for a bonfire last week. (hayride included) The girly girl post was due to the fact that I am attempting to hang out with anyone who reaches out to me, but some of those girls come with a lot of drama. I want to know how to be a loving friend and yet not be sucked into it. Thanks Carolyn, you were very helpful.

    Next week I am going with my mom, friend Abby and her son Josh to Washington, D.C. to the National Book Festival. I am so terribly excited that I can hardly contain myself. We will drive up next Friday, tour a bit, then go check into the hotel. Eat dinner, chill and then go to the Book Festival on the National Mall on Saturday. There will be tons of authors, but I only care about the children's authors. Who will be there you ask? Mo Willems, Judy Blume, David Shannon, Shannon Hale, Steven Kellogg, Megan McDonald, Tony DiTerlizzi, Kate DiCamillo, Jon Scieszka, Rick Riordan, Lois Lowry, Nikki Grimes, Sharon Creech, Jerry Pinkney, Liz Kessler, Jeff Kinney, Kadir Nelson, James Patterson, Jaqueline Woodson. I have over two dozen books that I want signed. Plus there are author talks, which I also plan on sitting through. I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am.

    Lastly, (for now) I have started reading like a mad person again. For those who are not readers, you may not understand, but it is like running into a cherished friend that you haven't seen in awhile. I love reading. I love finishing book after book in succession. I have a pile of books to read and just seeing that stack beside my bed makes me smile. People of Sparks by Jeanne DuPrau is next on my list, to be followed shortly by Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. I am determined to read at least one adult book this semester, but it really doesn't bother me in the slightest that I read kids books.

    Well, I'm off. My middle brother turns 20 today and I have a party to attend.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

  • Girly Girls

    I always thought that as I got older, I would somehow find the key to being friends with girly girls. As of yet, I am still rather miffed by them. Let me first define girly girls through my eyes. Girly girls are the ones who read Laura Dessen and chick lit. They love shows like Gossip Girl and anything else where girls fight long and often over men. They are always attempting to get their friends on "their side" whenever there is a fight. And those fights are often. They fight with friends, co-workers, and roommates. They make it always sound like it is the other girl, but with a little digging one soon learns that they can be just as malicious as the other. They spend absorbent amounts on manicures, pedicures, massages, tanning, and waxing in order to keep up with the other girly girls. Being a girly girl has nothing to do with the color of clothes they wear or makeup, it is an attitude. An attitude I don't understand.

    I do not fight with my friends. Occasionally we get into a discussion like politics or religion in which we don't agree, but it is never a fight. Why would I do that? Why fight with someone about stupid things. I have had bad roommate experiences and some of those did include arguments, but I never wanted to live that way. I did not invite fights. In fact, most of my friends will tell you, I will do just about anything to avoid confrontation. Girly girls hold grudges for a long time. They will attempt to make sure that you nor anyone else ever talks to the person they are fighting with. They delete from their facebook/myspace/blog when they are angry. Pictures will disappear from the home. Does this sound childish? I think so.

    People talk about how girls are catty. I disagree. Only girly girls are catty. They are as full of drama as their favorite TV show. If there isn't drama, they create some. They find a co-worker they hate, they pick fights with their roommates, find a boyfriend to manipulate. Being a friend of a girly girl is hard. Really hard. Recently I have been trying to hang out with these girly girls and it has been frustrating at best. I have been privvy to all the latest gossip around their churches, work, and school. I know all the people they hate. There are very few people they apparently like. I have wasted $30 getting a pedicure for toes that rub off the nail polish in two days. It doesn't matter if I know who or what they are talking about. There is almost an assumption there that I already know what they are talking about whether this comes to their other friends or shows or movies.

    I have a new friend, we will call her X. X is currently fighting with her roommate M. M claims X is mean and refuses to talk to her or help her out. X makes the whole thing sound very much M's fault. However, with a little digging I have discovered that X is not innocent. She really was mean during a recent summer trip with M. She has been doing things to piss off M, on purpose. No one is communicating with each other. It is just one hate filled moment after another.

    I think the hardest part with these kinds of girls is when they are Christians, because this is not behavior of a loving Christian woman. The behavior is rarely loving. They show no patience, kindness, goodness, or self-control. It seems their motivations are drama, attention, and wanting their own way. I know we all have our moments, but this seems to be a way of life for them.

    Do you have friends who are girly girls? Are you a girly girl? What do you think motivates them to act this way? How can I be friends with them without becoming part of their drama?

Monday, 07 September 2009

  • I don't think my brother and sister-in-law truly believe that my youngest sibling is really autistic. Or more like they don't think he is as bad as my parents say he is. I saw his psych report as well as his career coaching guidelines and believe me, he still has a long way to go. From what I can tell they believe that his problems stem from the "way our family is" as well as bad parenting. (ie coddling, spoiling)

    It is true, my mother is an emotional person and my brother does share some of her personality traits, however my mother doesn't flap when she gets upset, nor does she squeal when she is overly excited or stimulated.

    It is true that he sucks his thumb, but this is because it is stimming and he doesn't know he is doing it, not because my parents allowed him to. Just the opposite, we have been trying to find ways of making him stop for over a decade now. They seem to believe that his getting lost in video games and television is because he "is a Musgrove."

    It is true that we grew up without tv and do like to watch it and get lost in it. However, I do actually hear people when they talk to me. If you talk to James while he is playing video games he doesn't hear you. Not at all. My mother could tell him something extremely important and he will never hear her. He has sat in the same room when something caught on fire in the stove and he didn't move a muscle. I had to run downstairs when the alarm went off and put it out.

    It is true that he has never had a job, but this isn't because he hasn't applied places or because my parents haven't encouraged it. He has never even made it to the interviewing process, which I suspect would be a disaster.

    They believe that my parents have "allowed" him to be this way. He is the result of bad parenting, not because of Asperger's, and if my parents had done something differently, he would be a totally different kid. It upsets me that my own brother thinks my parents are bad parents. Sure, like any parent, they have made mistakes. Is there really any perfect parent out there? Would they say the same thing if James had Down's Syndrome or Cerebral Palsy? I think there is a double standard when it comes to Aspergers. Because he looks and can at times act "normal", there is this feeling that he should be that way all the time. Someone must be doing something wrong. He is using his disability as a crutch or some such crap. I love my brother. He is doing very well, but he still has a lot to learn. I only hope my other brother and sister-in-law will learn and grow in this area.

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

  • Quick Update

    Just taking a moment out of my thesis to tell you that this thesis is going to be the death of me. It keeps getting longer and longer with no end in sight, and yet it is not nearly long enough. My poor friends are going to be so tired about hearing about disabilities in children's literature. Heck, I think I'm going to be tired of reading, writing, and hearing about it. My brain hurts.

    I have to give a lecture in January. Although I could do it on my thesis subject, I believe I am going to do it o the author & the blog in order to stay sane.

    I am also done with that blasted reading list. Now, I can read whatever I want. Funny enough, most of those books are disability related, but I did stumble across Garth Nix's Sabriel series and I am completely in love. Just finished the second book and I am dying to get my hands on the third. I hardly ever go see movies these days mostly because I am terribly poor. I don't know what happened, but I have suddenly become very strapped for cash.

    This is problematic as I am planning a trip to the Dominican Republic in November, have collected over 60 books in spanish for children, and don't know if I will be able to raise the funds to go. I have sent out some letters but not much came of that. This is very problematic and I am worried about it. I want to hand these books out to these kids. I want to do it myself, not just mail it to them. If anyone is reading this and wants to know how they can help, let me know. There are ways (on-line ways) to give me money. We will also be doing health clinics and building water purifiers. More about my trip last year is here (http://swaurora.xanga.com/682787302/the-dl-on-the-dr/) My deadline is September 1st so I am getting concerned.

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