Mad Men is back for its fourth season and the core gang from Sterling Cooper have jumped ship to start a new agency. In Sunday night’s season premiere, Don was interviewed by a reporter from “Advertising Age” magazine in an attempt to gain publicity for the fledgling enterprise. The interview took place in a fancy-schmancy restaurant and, as usual, Don had trouble divulging any precious details about himself. Thus, the interview was a disaster and Don knew it. Roger and Pete joined Don and the reporter at the end of the interview. When the reporter got up to leave the table, he stumbled, revealing a detached proesthetic leg. When questioned, the reporter said his leg had been amputated as a result of an injury sustained in the Korean War.

Don, Pete and Roger’s reactions to this man’s disability were fascinating. Don accepted it as it was, which is his usual modus operandi with disability. He seems to treat it as private matter, as though it would be disrespectful to even acknowledge it. For example, he never seemed to notice his “ex-wife” Anna’s limp, he chatised the boys for laughing about Freddie Rumsen’s alcoholism (“It’s only a man’s reputation”) and he told Peggy to bury any memory of her time in the pychiatric hospital (“It will shock you how much it never happened.”)

Pete was politely inappropriate, of course. “Thank you for your sacrifice,” he told the reporter. Pete, being Pete, was referring to the reporter’s missing limb, not his war service or time spent away from family and friends. Pete was not expressing empathy for physical pain, illness and post-traumatic stress the man probably experienced as he recovered from the war and his wounds and surgeries. No, Pete was thanking him for going to war, taking the hit and “suffering” the stigma of disability so trust fund babies like him didn’t have to. (Yes, I know: Pete’s dearly-departed daddy spent every cent but he’s still got his darling Trudy, right?)

And then there’s good ol’ Roger Sterling. His was the most intriguing reaction of all. When it was clear the interview hadn’t gone well, Roger chewed Don out for half a second for being his usual laconic self and then took the heat off the golden boy by blaming the magazine. “Why’d they send half a reporter, anyways?” he snapped.

Half a reporter?

Oh, Roger.

Rather than lambasting the reporter for shoddy journalism, Roger equated the missing limb with professional ineptitude. He blamed the man’s disability, not his poor interviewing skills or lousy writing. It was a cheap shot but Roger is not alone in thinking (or saying) such things. The idea that having a disability is dehumanizing, that it makes one passive, weak and “less of a man” is well-ingrained in our culture.

But why did Roger say it? We don’t know a lot about Roger. While he seems to have found happiness with Jane (for now), the sharp barbs and acerbic wit are definitely a defense mechanism. But for what? We know that Roger has something of an inferiority complex, having ridden his father’s coattails to success on Madison Avenue. (The “Sterling” in Sterling Cooper is for his dad, Roger, Sr.)

We also know that Roger is a WWII veteran. Roger’s time during the war remains a black hole, as empty as the reporter’s wooden leg. What happened during the war, besides the fact that he loved and lost Annabelle? How do all of these factors combine to produce a spiteful retort like, “Why’d they send half a reporter, anyways?”

I don’t know. I find it curious that this was the very first scene of the new season, which takes place in 1964 as the Vietnam War really starts to get heated. This promises to make things very interesting for the new Sterling Coop: Joan’s hubby Greg is in the Army, Pete brought a defense contractor (North American Aviation) with him from the old agency and you know Sally is going to be a love child. As the war progresses, the wounded warriors will be coming home, many of them with permanent disabilities. Disability will be fundamentally changed during the Vietnam era, as the disability rights movement formed during the ’60s and ’70s to fight for deinstitutionalization and equal access to housing, employment, transportation, health care, education and much more.

How will the Sterling Cooper (Draper Pryce) folks handle all the changes the war will surely bring? Will it change how they see disability? I’ll be watching to find out!

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two wild daisies on the side of the road

Just a quick update on my pledge to walk twenty miles in the “20 Days to BlogHer” that I started a week ago Saturday. Over the last ten days, I have walked four times for a total of 5.1 miles and rode the stationary bike once for thirty minutes.

Considering I haven’t gotten any physical activity over much of the winter, I’m very happy with this progress. It also helps that my goal is primarily to increase my endurance and mileage rather than “I have to lose weight or I’m a big fat cow” as The Beauty Myth would have me believe.

I know I won’t reach my “20 miles in 20 Days” goal but thinking about physical activity (I refuse to call it exercise) in this manner makes it much more pleasurable and even, dare I say it, fun.

How do you approach physical activity without being sucked into the Beauty Myth that says you have to lose weight in order to be beautiful?

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I think I broke my toe. I stubbed it this morning on a chair and it hurts when I put weight on it. I can bend it so it’s probably not broken, but it’s sprained at the very least.

Fantastic.

This was the last thing I needed right now. Forget the pain, which is minimal. A broken or sprained toe, particularly the one right next to the pinkie, is going to wreak havoc on my balance and coordination for a while and make me even more wobbly and accident-prone than I already am.

Sigh.

I had this grand plan that I would walk 20 miles in the “20 days to BlogHer” countdown that I started on Saturday. Putting aside the fact that this scheme has already been slightly derailed due to ginormous bumper crop of mosquitoes we’ve got this year. I swear to Goddess, it’s like a reenactment of Tippi Hedren and “The Birds” in Skeeterville every time I step out the door. Last night, I had to forego the walk for a 30-spin on the stationary bike instead. While I got a good workout and use different muscles than I would normally, I want to walk.

tree-lined country road

This is the otherwise-lovely road the mosquitoes are keeping me from walking on

Walking makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel ‘normal’ or that I can pass as ‘normal’. Part of why I am pushing myself so much harder to be physically active than I usually am is because I want to be able to keep up with everyone at BlogHer and participate in as much as possible without embarrassing myself. Of course, I have to do all of this without getting so tired that I don’t trip and fall so if someone could please point out the Diet Coke vendor, that would be terrific, thanks. I also have to worry about my feet swelling to three times their normal size. In addition to looking gross, it’s not great for my foot health. But the orthopedic stockings are hot and ugly so don’t be surprised my feet are bare.

Argh.

On a happier note, I don’t think they have mosquitoes in Manhattan. Cockroaches, I hear that’s a different story….

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wild daisies on the side of the roadGood grief, it’s been way too long since I’ve blogged. Sorry guys. I’ve been trying to recover from a neck injury and get myself physically and emotionally ready for a long trip to the East Coast at the end of the month. I’ll be flying out to DC at the end of July to spend a few days with my best friend and then taking the train up to NYC for BlogHer ’10, the mega-bloggers’ conference that’ll be taking over the Big Apple on August 7-8.

Three Blackd Eyed Susans flowers on the side of the road

August 7th is 20 days from now and I have been in major training for it. And I do mean physically training. I haven’t gotten much physical activity since my two falls on Dec. 21st and Jan. 21st (yes, they happened exactly a month apart) and I really need to build up my physical stamina, as I know I’ll be doing a lot of walking, both in DC and New York. So, I’ve been trying to get some walking in each day. My house is 0.3 miles off of the main road so walking to the highway and back is 0.6 miles. I’ve been trying to walk at least that much most days. I’ve gotten to the point where that is pretty easy and am now struggling with two laps (1.2 miles). I am hoping that by the time I leave for DC on July 30th, I will be comfortably walking 3 laps (1.8 miles) and approaching 4 laps (2.4 miles).

Now that you know how incredibly out of shape I am, I’m hoping that if I post an update each day, along with some random musings about feminism and disability as well as a few pics from along the trail, maybe you could cheer me on as I train for BlogHer?

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MIA

I know I’ve been MIA and haven’t blogged much lately. I’ve even been slacking on the Twitter machine. I’m sorry, loyal readers. Life’s been hard lately and I physically haven’t been able to write.

With the change in seasons, from eight months of winter to four months of spring/summer/fall, I get terrible headaches and I’ve spent a lot of time lately hopped up on pain meds. The drugs don’t really make me high and sometimes just barely help with the pain, but they do make me a little ‘fuzzy’. It’s hard to write when I feel fuzzy, even though I’ve got a lot to say.

I’ve also been dealing with a flareup of my post-traumatic stress disorder. I’ve been anxious and jumpy like you wouldn’t believe. I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been having nightmares and have been sleeping with the lamp on all night. In addition, there have been a lot of nights where I fall asleep sitting up. Somehow, during one of these nights, I slept with my neck scrunched at an angle and pulled something. That “something” is a problem as I think I pulled one of the three shunts I have draining excess CSF fluid from my brain to my belly. I don’t think I actually damaged the shunt but it does feel like I pulled on it and it’s going to take a couple of weeks to heal.

My life is fun like this. A lot of times I feel like friends and relatives look at me and wonder why I’m still on disability. There are a lot of reasons. These are a couple.

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