A couple of days ago I wrote a rather nasty post accusing Miss Behaving, author of Miss Behaving of being dishonest. Upon further examination of the situation, I now believe that I was mistaken and that I completely over-reacted.
I have since deleted the post, and Miss Behaving has graciously accepted the apology I posted in comments at her blog. Given the harshness of the things I said, however, I don’t feel as though I’ve done enough to rectify the situation. In an effort to do so, I would like to issue an apology just as publicly as I made accusation.
I was wrong about Miss Behaving, and I apologize for the things I posted about her and her blog.
The problem seems to have been the result of a technical glitch and, embarrassingly, my own impatience. I offer my sincerest apology to Miss Behaving for wrongly accusing her of dishonesty and for directing negative attention to her blog. Her blog is nice and friendly; she writes about life in Japan, family matters and her house which is currently under renovation. She could probably give you a few pointers on ordering pine plank floors.
I also owe an apology to Renaissanceronin who seems to have been another innocent party caught in the wake of my misdirected anger. I was confused about who was who, and who had written what and… Oh boy! I should have asked questions before going off half-cocked like I did.
So, I apologize to Miss Behaving and Renaissanceronin for my extremely bad behavior and for any stress it may have caused them. I am embarrassed by what I did; it seems I am the one who was misbehaving this time.
I came across a blog post this morning entitled Stop Drinking the Kool-Aid! In it, the author posts pictures of three runway models, and briefly mentions a Health Seminar held by The Counsel of Fashion Designers of America (CFDA). The author goes on to talk about how too little seems to be changing within the fashion industry.
As a “plus-size” woman, I certainly understand the frustration of having Size 0 women worshiped as the ideal standard of beauty. The influence of today’s fashion industry on young, impressionable girls and boys, as well as adults, is unsettling, to say the least. What I found just as unsettling, however, were some of the comments in the above linked post.
I admit that I am somewhat fixated on George Carlin at the moment. I was a huge fan, and I feel a deep and genuine sense of loss over his death.
George taught people to think outside the box and not take things at face value; to wonder and question and think for ourselves. He challenged us and taught us how to challenge ourselves. And he did all this while also teaching us not to take ourselves, or even him, too fucking seriously.
In light of George Carlin’s recent death, his name is popping up all over the internet. This is to be expected. One thing that is being wrongly attributed to him, however, is a piece entitled The Paradox of Our Time. Since George did not want to be associated with this and, in fact, called it “a sappy load of shit”, it is in his honor that I write this post.
More inside the crack:
Work is still going well. I’m not sure why, but my bosses seem to think the sun shines out of my arse. Every week when I’m getting ready to leave for the office to turn in work and generally make an appearance, I start to feel anxious like something terrible is going to happen. I know this is completely irrational; everything always goes very well. They always tell me what a wonderful job I’m doing, thank me profusely as if I’m doing them some kind of huge favor, and then hand me a paycheck. I wonder if I’ll ever get over the anxiety.
That reminds me of something else I’m planning to blog about soon:
In Fighting Ableist Language, Jill of Feministe makes the following statement:
I often use words like “crazy,” “insane,” and “nutbag” to describe people whose views I think I bizarre, illogical or bigoted. But as Tekanji points out, words mean things. And while words like “crazy” are pretty steeped in my vocabulary, it really isn’t all that hard to make an effort to purge them. Consider this Step 1.
Well, that’s just crazy! But I don’t mean Jill. I’m talking about the notion that we can’t say “crazy” anymore without offending someone we weren’t even talking about. It’s insane!
Look, I don’t usually set out to offend people, but my life does not revolve around avoiding it either. Sure, there are certain sensitive situations, “a time and a place”, etc. I care about other people’s feelings and take them into account whenever possible. But when I look at the Bush Administration, for instance, I think “crazy”, and that’s what I’m going to call it. When I heard McCain say that he would keep troops in Iraq for a hundred years, I thought “insane”. And it is. And that’s what I’m going to call it.
In response to someone who suggested that not being offended by the use of these words is possibly a result of privilege (i.e. never having been affected by mental illness) I posted the following comment on Feministe. It sums up my thoughts on the subject quite nicely.