I finally finished reading every single one of the other BADD '08 posts! Yes, every single one (except the one in Turkish, sorry, couldn't get a translation). It took me five days, partly because like you I have a life which includes many other activities and responsibilities besides, alas, reading the internet, then partly because even though I have largely recovered from my amazing brain tumor experience, I still read a bit more slowly than I used to, and finally also partly because I am still apparently chock full o' cancer elsewhere, both the thought and fact of which are making me quite tired just at the moment.
Also, this year people really had quite a lot to say! So many people contributed this year, and so many entries are long, detailed, erudite and/or impassioned, and all in all represent a heck of a lot of thought and work. They deserved not to be skimmed or skipped.
I knew if I was going to make it through this reading marathon, I was going to need fuel. Fortunately, besides the gummy bear I almost choked to death on reading an entry by Lady Bracknell's Editor, thanks to my friend S. with whom I worked at Whole Foods and who now works at Debra's Natural Gourmet, the local Mom 'n' Pop natural foods store, I was able to score these:
Yes, these are five pounds of organically grown English peas, in season. After I expressed how much I enjoy them every year, how hard it is for me sometimes to find them grown without persistent pesticides or chemical fertilizers, and how short is their season around here anyway, S. kindly set aside this amount for my pick-up and delectation.
This is me delectating:
Yes, I eat them raw. They are sooooooooo good, better than candy and better for you to boot. I ate so many yesterday that I created a friction sore in the righthand corner of my mouth just from running the split open pods across my teeth and tongue to slurp out all the green goodness within.
I will not show you a picture of my friction sore. However, this is how many peas I have left:
Oh, wait, never mind.
(Not really sure how that happened. Maybe it was the missing rabbit.)
So while I was making a pig of myself, and then again when my anxieties or our poor anxiety sausage of a cat woke me up untimely and I couldn't get back to sleep, I read and read and read. As I said, everything I read was worth reading, but here's a short list of my absolute favorites for people who have less time than I had because they sleep all night or who have less sustaining fuel readily to hand.
Gigantic suffocating hugs go out to both The Gimp Parade and Planet of the Blind for pointing out that while war may or may not be precisely disablism, maybe not exactly, it is a tangible product of the same evil, the convenient ability to see people, even little children, not as individual human beings of unlimited potential but as so much expendable material.
And in no particular order, these revealed things that were new to me, catalyzed personal epiphanies within me that I still remember days later, or are just really effective presentations:
From An Unreliable Witness: Apparently, there are worse things than being disabled, including being forced to act as a professional inspiration to the masses, but at the same time being denied access to public transportation and public restrooms, and also having an anachronistic hairstyle.
From This Is My Blog: You try living with a gorrilla in your house.
From Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star: Very, very thoughtful and thought-provoking post about mainstreaming vs. segregating disabled children in educational settings. The writer draws from her own experience both as a disabled child in public schools and as an academic working to develop mainstreaming programs, a choice she is not entirely sure is always the right choice. Most revelatory line for me: "What is unique about most [kids with disabilities] is that they are born a minority into their own family."
From Smite Me!: The closer we live our lives along the lines of relevant gender stereotypes, the more likely we are to be diagnosed with a personality disorder. Favorite part: "Schizoid personality disorder mainly comprises emotional and interpersonal distance – a main component of the male gender role. Narcissistic personality disorder seems to complement schizoid, in that it entails extreme ambition, arrogance, and a sense of entitlement. Along with antisocial personality disorder, the three disorders seem to embody the Western definition of masculinity."
From A Garden of Nna Mmoy: The concept of "stereotype threat," about which I'd never heard before but which is apparently a hot topic.
From it's THRILLING HEROIC:30, y'all!: A good example of a post detailing personal experience of debilitating chronic illness, just for people who didn't know what it's really like, plus my first exposure to Spoon Theory.
From Willendorf: Oppressors take note: the "Ladies' Auxiliary of the Gimp Militia" has been formed and is not amused by your sh*t.
From Lovely and Amazing: A nightmare turned into a pledge.
I could go on and on, but at a certain point, as others have noted, a post like this just becomes a recreation of the directory. These are just the ones sticking in my mind right now, and I love them, but there were many others to love. If these don't look interesting to you, or if you run through them and find yourself hungry for more, you know where you can find more.