Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2022

Blog of Author J Lenni Dorner: #WEP #NativeAmerican #ShortStory and #BoutOfBooks ...

Blog of Author J Lenni Dorner: #WEP #NativeAmerican #ShortStory and #BoutOfBooks ...: writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com The following is 😉fictionalized. This is about a teen reuniting with his biological parents, and disc...

This is a beautifully written story that makes the reader think about the injustices that continue to be faced by American Indians. 

I never worried that my child would be taken from me at birth. I was 25 years old and married. I had a friend in high school who was pushed into giving her baby up for adoption. She fell into a deep depression after that and disappeared. Nearly 40 years later, I still think about her often and wonder what happened to her.

Saturday, March 5, 2022

Blow Your Stack Saturday: Welcome to Whitewashed Utopia

 


Today's prompt from 52 Weeks of Writing was "hey, Ornery, it's Blow Your Stack Saturday! Is there anything you want to bitch about?"

Okay, that was my interpretation of today's prompt, and yes, there is.

I recently fell down the syrupy Hallmark channel rabbit hole and have been watching Cedar Cove. Like so many romantic visions of television utopia, this one has a seedy underbelly. By seedy underbelly, I don't mean that Walter White has set up a meth lab or there is a prostitution ring. I mean that behind the perfect facade of perfect people in a perfect town there is some perfectly putrid prejudice that nobody wants you to notice.

Cedar Cove is the whitest place anywhere. I have not seen a single non-white person even in passing. Everyone is straight and attractive by Hollywood standards. Look all you want, you will see none of those unsightly disabled or fat people. Disabled people simply don't exist and fat people are a bugbear used to scare the Perfectly Pretty Able-Bodied White Straight populace into earning their eating-disordered binges through orthorexia.

Shows like Cedar Cove are the television equivalent of the ladies' magazines you see at the checkout stand in the grocery store. These initially appear to be innocuous fluff but they are actually fronts for insidious attitudes designed to keep impressionable women buying products to keep themselves looking impossibly young and girlishly thin. Do you want to eat a slice of that delicious cake on the cover? Better get ready to force yourself to vomit, take a few laxatives, and engage in a few hours of punishing exercise, you slovenly oinker!

The photoshopped cover models for such magazines have no lines on their faces, no stretch marks on their bodies, and not an ounce of fat. Any model deemed too dark-complexioned has their skin tone lightened. These magazines are chock full of "inspiring" stories of women who lost half their body weight on the latest fad diet. Never mind if you have to cut out entire nutrient groups on these diets and never mind that weight reduction dieting only works long term in approximately five percent of dieters. You don't want to be a bad fatty and not try yet again, do you?

I used to spend a fortune on these dreadful magazines hoping that I was going to finally find THE DIET that was going to work permanently so I didn't have to be ugly anymore. Approximately twelve years ago I realized that the messages these magazines promote are even uglier than I am. I raise my middle finger to the beauty, diet, and fashion industries. Fuck a whole lot of that shit. 

Spirit of the Universe, please help me accept myself as I am. Please help me to keep making improvements that will truly benefit me rather than trying to fit someone else's idea of what I'm supposed to be. Amen.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~





Fat and Ornery
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Hangry isn't having it.
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Fabulous selfie of my actual middle finger by me.
You can't touch this.
It's not like I really care that much, it's just that I know that most people are cunts.









Resource Books:
52 Weeks of Writing

Self-Help Sucks

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)



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Friday, July 23, 2021

Fat Friday: The Identity that Others Give Me

 


Free-use image from Pixabay

These thoughts were inspired by this post.

At times it's hard to determine who I really am as opposed to the identity that other people have given me. The author of the post above speaks about being multiracial but having others insist that she should have a monoracial identity, so when she was younger she attempted to behave like a stereotypically black individual.

As a pasty white person (the very tiny smattering of Kickapoo Indian in my ancestry is too diluted to offset my pasty whiteness) and a U.S. native, I have never experienced institutionalized racism. I have experienced prejudice because of my race. The Latina girls in the school I attended between the ages of five and ten often beat me up. They assumed that because I was white my life was better than theirs, and it made them angry. 

The truth was, my family lived in a high crime area in Albuquerque, New Mexico in a rundown house that we shared with very large cockroaches approximately the size of school buses, and with black widow spiders the size of the Hulk's fist. We ate boiled soybeans several times a week because they were cheap and high in protein. If I never see another boiled soybean, it won't be too soon.

Even though those girls beat the crap out of me, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to allow myself to be prejudiced against Latinos. I had several nice Latina friends. I don't know how, but I knew what these girls were doing wasn't really about me, it was about the prejudices that their own families faced. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and my skin was the wrong color.

Although I didn't get beaten up as often when my family moved to Colorado, the bullying I endured from the time I was ten years old on was worse in some ways. I was always very shy, and I got bullied for being weird. When I was in the sixth grade, there was a big girl who enjoyed beating the snot out of me, but she also beat the snot out of everyone else, girls and boys alike, so I didn't feel singled out by her. I really don't know why the adults didn't do something about her. Maybe they were afraid she'd beat them up too.

I spent a lot of years having people make assumptions about me. For some reason, when I was in junior high, a bunch of girls spread the rumor that I was "loose." According to them, I'd had eight abortions by the time I was in the eighth grade. The truth was, I was so ignorant about sex that I thought a blow job meant blowing in someone's ear and I wondered why the hell anyone thought that was exciting.

 This didn't mean I hadn't been sexually abused, however. I had, but because there was no penetration with a penis, I assumed it wasn't sexual assault. A couple of the perpetrators were other girls in my old school. When I look back on it, I wonder what was happening to them that they would think of doing such a thing.

As I got older and my endocrine system got worse and my years of yo-yo dieting wrecked my metabolism to the point where I couldn't lose weight unless I were to develop a terminal illness, people made a lot of assumptions about me because of my size. People still do. 

Imagine thinking that it's okay to say to your neighbor, "my wife was like you. She was obese. But at least you're trying. She didn't try, so she died."

My neighbor actually said that to me.

Imagine not listening to people when they tell you "don't use that term, it's insulting." People think it's perfectly fine to say "obese" regardless of how offensive others find the term because fat people are too stupid to know what's good for them, apparently. 

Imagine saying "being emaciated causes (list multiple health conditions) so those who are emaciated need to eat more and gain weight, otherwise their illnesses are all their own fault." It doesn't work like that. Yet people think it's perfectly okay to assume that larger people are all "eating themselves into an early grave."

I don't binge eat, and I don't know any larger people who binge eat. I do have an eating disorder. I go through periods where I don't eat because I'm so used to being praised by my abusive partner ED (short for Eating Disorder) when I starve myself. I've been bulimic in the past, forcing myself to vomit after meals. It didn't make me lose any significant weight. 

I get so sick of people assuming that I got fat because I gave up on myself, I got fat because I didn't try hard enough, I got fat because I ate enough food for a family of 200, and so it's okay to psychologically abuse me because I "brought it on myself." Fuck a whole lot of that shit.

I gained weight because of underlying conditions (a trash fire endocrine system) and because of yo-yo dieting. Dieting only works long-term for a very small percentage of people. Most people gain the weight they lost back and when it returns, it brings friends. 

This is a decent article about how the contestants from the shit show "The Biggest Loser" regained the weight they lost on that abusive mess and why.


People assume that they have the right to abuse people my size because they have given us the identity of a lazy slob who is using up all their resources and needs to be bullied and shamed "for their own good." This mindset, unfortunately, is what healthcare providers are taught as well. Nursing school was one of the worst environments for size shaming that I've ever had the misfortune of being part of.

Being hateful to larger people does not force them to lose weight "for their health." It just makes them reticent to seek health care unless a problem becomes critical.

"The goal of patient care is improved health and well-being. However, the current dominant weight-centered paradigm has been shown to be not only ineffective, but harmful. Shifting to a weight-inclusive approach encourages optimal care and well-being for individuals along the entire weight spectrum and improves health equity." --Michelle May, MD

Long story short, we need to stop projecting identities onto other people. Let people reveal themselves in their own time. 

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Fat and Ornery
Free-use image from Open Clipart Vectors




Friday, March 12, 2021

Familial Racism

 


This is a response to a post by Rallentanda.

https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2021/03/weekly-scribblings-61-poets-stories.html

My family is white as paste. One of my cousins married a black woman. One would think that it would be the oldsters who would be appalled, but my grandmother (RIP) simply said "it wasn't done in my day, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be done." It was the younger relatives who were awful about it.

The marriage didn't survive. In part because of my cousin's wife's depression after giving birth to conjoined twins who died a few hours after being born, but in greater part because of pressure and lack of support from family.

At my grandmother's funeral, I overheard my other cousins gossiping about my cousin's ex-wife, whom I'd met for the first time and who was trying her hardest to get along. It made me feel ashamed to be part of my family.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~



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Saturday, September 15, 2018

NaHaiWriMo 2018 #6: House of Cards


Notes:
Text by The Real Cie. House of Cards and its characters are the creation and property of Netflix.
I was inspired to create this Haiga while binge-watching House of Cards instead of sleeping. I noticed the parallel between the over-the-top drama involving House of Cards' main character, Frank Underwood, and Kevin Spacey, the actor who plays the part. Frank Underwood describes his father as having been a violent alcoholic. Spacey has stated that his father was both physically and sexually abusive as well as a racist.
While I feel that the inner turmoil from his childhood abuse combined with shame over his sexual orientation may have prompted Kevin Spacey to behave in inappropriate and ill-advised ways with young men, and while I feel compassion for his struggles, I do not think that his behavior is acceptable. It is a shame that it resulted in his being terminated from House of Cards because he is a superlative actor. Of course, it is also unfortunate that the young men subjected to his behavior suffered psychological repercussions.
This piece falls into the categories of fan art, art imitating life, human failings, tragedy, and irony.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The Cheese Grates It: The Racist, Classist, and Sexist Roots of Weight Loss Culture

Medical Community Logic

So, as I have written about a few times in the past month, I had some recent bad experience with my doctor and I've been trying to decide what to do.
I have an eating disorder. Technically EDNOS (eating disorder not otherwise specified) but it most closely resembles bulimia even though I don't physically purge at this point.
I have diabetes (along with other endocrine malfunctions) and so the guilt gets heaped on me double with my eating disorder. I have it under better control than I used to, but I'm food insecure, so sometimes when I'm having to ration food, the E.D. part of my brain starts praising me for not eating, repeating the old "hunger hurts but starvation works" mantra. Eventually, I stop feeling the physical hunger and become kind of detached from reality. When I eventually eat, it is generally not something approved by the American Diabetes Association. It might not even be in particularly large quantities, at least not for a person who doesn't have diabetes, but since I'm supposed to curb my carbs, it ends up spiking my blood sugar and elevating my A1C.
I wanted to freaking punch my doctor when my last blood test came back with slightly elevated triglycerides and she had the audacity to ask me if I had been "indulging in treats." I've told her I'm food insecure. I snapped at her that given that I'm food insecure, as I've already told her, any damn food is an "indulgence." No, I'm not sitting in front of the soap operas gorging on bonbons, which is, for whatever reason, what we fat ladies are always supposed to eat. I doubt I've ever eaten a dozen bonbons in my entire 53 (mostly fat) years on this planet.
I'm so numbed out by a lifetime of disappointment and abuse that I literally can't cry anymore. These days when something bad happens I say "well, here we go again" and I withdraw. Anger tends to be the only thing that prevents me from doing myself in. That and the fact that my son still needs me.
Honestly, I'm disappointed as fuck that with as progressive a state as Colorado is supposed to be, I have found exactly zero doctors in the Denver/Boulder area with a Health at Every Size approach. The doctor that I'm currently seeing (and I'm probably going to go back to my previous doctor) does not provide, as she claims, a "safe space" for larger people. Oh, on the first visit she acted like she's going to treat me with a semblance of humanity, but by the third visit, out came the old "my patients who have had weight loss surgery are all doing very well" hype. Yeah, providing a bench so bigger people don't have to squeeze into a small chair with arms does not make you size friendly. 
Well, Lady, after a month of stewing over this shit, I've come to the conclusion that it is not this fat broad's fault that you suck at taking a larger person's blood pressure. My old doc may have been half-assed, but his staff was top tier. Even though my current doctor is very thorough, I can't stand her attitude. I think I'm better off with the half-assed dude. He only made me want to punch him about half the time.
I feel guilty about firing this doctor because if it weren't for her, I'd never have found out that I have a uterus full of fibroids and polyps, and it needs to come out because it increases my risk of uterine cancer. I wouldn't have mentioned the post-menopausal bleeding to my old doctor, mostly because I'm not comfortable discussing that kind of crap with men. Unfortunately, the doctor who will probably be performing the hysterectomy is a man, but the procedure he uses involves less invasive methods and therefore less healing time, which is an excellent selling point.
I don't know if I should tell my current doctor why I'm not returning, or if I should just ghost. I really don't much want to talk to her again. I doubt she'll learn anything from what I have to say anyway. She could have been a great fit, if only she'd actually lived up to her promise of providing a safe space for larger people and not been a lying liar shilling for weight loss surgeons.
The pressure on women to appear youthful, thin, and pretty throughout our entire lives is based on extremely sexist ideals, and even supposedly progressive women buy into these ideals without question. We are supposed to be a certain kind of pretty to please men. 
Younger women tend to be more compliant than mature women, so women are supposed to aspire to look young, even if we were born during the Roosevelt administration. As it happens, I was born during the Johnson administration. So, expecting me to look like I'm an eighteen-year-old ingenue is unrealistic and offensive as fuck to boot. But, this leads me to my next point.
A smaller, more slender body type tends to be associated with youth and, therefore, vulnerability and compliance. Women are supposed to aspire to appear delicate and fragile rather than sturdy. As well, women tend to gain weight after giving birth. Mothers tend to give more attention to their children than to their husband. A woman who is focusing her attention on nurturing children rather than pleasing her lord and master is not to be desired. So, even if a woman has ten children (i.e. Catherine Dickens*), she is to aspire to have a maiden's body.
A larger body type has come to be associated with gluttony. Thus, a large woman is seen as focusing on feeding her own appetites rather than accommodating the desires of men.  
(*Charles Dickens, amazing writer though he may have been, was more than a  bit of a shit when it came to his wife, Catherine, whom he denigrated for having become fat in the course of their marriage, in which she gave birth to ten children. Dickens' eleventh child was the product of his affair with Ellen Ternan.)


The push for a chiseled, athletic body type in both men and women also has roots in the ideals of the Aryan Superman stereotype, such as in this image from the cover of a 1938 publication. Encouragement of an often impossibly slender and youthful kind of beauty by any means necessary is a holdover from the Nazi idea of a perfected (white) race. I am certain that weight loss surgery would be lauded by Dr. Mengele himself.


Conversely, this image of a middle-aged Jewish man with pronounced jowls and a double chin is touted as undesirable and to be eradicated.
Ageism is also inherent in the push to retain youthful slenderness throughout the entirety of one's life.
The medical community should be ashamed of themselves. Their intolerance keeps larger people from seeking care until their situation becomes catastrophic. The fact that only fat people who are sick tend to seek medical care allows the medical community to perpetuate the lie that fat = sick. Further, to treat an ill and frightened person who has come seeking help with shame and scorn is the opposite of doing no harm.
In modern times, poor people are more likely to be heavy than those in the upper class. Poor people tend to be unable to afford medical care and thus are only seen when their situation has become catastrophic, allowing doctors to argue that they have brought their misfortune upon themselves by not seeking preventative care.
The medical community likes to claim that weight loss surgery (stomach amputation) is a low-risk procedure. It is not. Here is some food for thought regarding weight loss surgery, courtesy of Big Fat Science. Few other elective procedures come with this much risk attached.
The medical community is not infallible. They also used to believe that trepanning and thalidomide were miraculous medical interventions, and look how well those turned out.


The medical community needs to embrace the Hippocratic Oath to "first do no harm," even if this means accepting that most of their patients will never be perfect. They need to treat all of their patients with compassion and respect, even the patient who is so addicted to nicotine that she can't stop herself from smoking although she has emphysema or has had part of a lung removed. (Both people I knew, as it happens.) 
Even the alcoholic who can't stop drinking although he has cirrhosis of the liver. 
Even the drug addict. 
Even the fat person who actually does eat enormous amounts of food. Most fat people do not, in fact, eat more than thin or mid-size people. I've known a few thin people who could easily eat more than I do. 
Even the diabetic who eats nothing but simple carbs. 
People's behavior is more complex than just flipping a switch. There are psychological as well as physical components. And with fat people, trying to control their weight through deprivation dieting generally leads to--you guessed it--weight regain and then some. This post on starvation syndrome is worth a look.


Diets don't work, mutilation of a healthy digestive system is unconscionable, and people are the size they are for a variety of reasons. We need to reject the sexist, racist, classist, and ageist notion that Number Twelve should look Just Like You. 

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~