What’s not to love about Aaron Rodgers?
I was going about my business this morning, browsing my Facebook timeline when I happened upon this mind-boggling blog post: “Celebutard” lipstick-Hey Sephora..
I like the makeup, which is why I’m sad to say that I will not be shopping at your stores anymore. You got Kat Von D. to create an edgy line of products for you. I get it. She’s a beautiful celebrity that doesn’t look like all the rest. It’s appealing. However, the name (KAT VON D Painted Love Lipstick in Celebutard) of one of your lipsticks goes beyond edgy- it’s distasteful and hurtful.
Who were you aiming this at? From what I understand, the name pokes fun at “unintelligent celebrities” by mashing up “celebrity” and “retard.” It’s offensive, and not just to celebrities whose intelligence you are putting into question by using a term that once was used to describe people with intellectual disabilities.
I had never heard the term “celebutard” before so I googled it. Of course, there’s an Urban Dictionary entry:
A famous stupid person. Typically refers to the current crop of vapid celebrities.
My first thought is, seriously? And second, why am I surprised? Sigh. This is where we are at as a society. The current obsession with celebrities that seemingly have no talent except as celebrities (looking at you, Kim Kardashian) is obviously leaving a lot of people fatigued and desperate for quality entertainment. (For more on this topic, check out my pal Jennifer Pozner’s “Cringe or Binge” column at Salon or read her book Reality Bites Back.)
This celebrity-saturated cultured brings us the Kat Von D collection of lipsticks at Sephora. I’ll be honest. I let my People magazine subscription run out several years ago and I don’t have a clue who she is. According to the esteemed Wikipedia, she is a tattoo artist, musician, and you guessed it, reality show star who Sephora brought on board to create an “inspiring makeup collection exemplifies the fusion of glamorous, old Hollywood and edgy rock ‘n’ roll.”
How does using a variation of a slur wood against people with disabilities blend old Hollywood with edgy rock ‘n roll? When I hear those two phrases, I think a juxtaposition of Jean Harlow, Audrey Hepburn, Gwen Stefani and Courtney Love. (I know I’m probably aging myself there, but oh well.) I imagine glamour, beauty, excitement, and a little danger.
I do not think about making fun of other people. Putting on lipstick is supposed to make you feel more beautiful. It is supposed to enhance your beauty. I can’t imagine applying “Celebutard” lipstick before I leave the house in the morning. I would be ashamed I purchased the product in the first place and mortified to wear it in public.
Sephora, stop selling “Celebutard” lipstick. Now.
Update: Sephora pulled “Celebutard”!:
As soon as I hit “publish”, I did another search for “sephora” and “celebutard” and found this fantastic link from Crunch Conservative Mommy. Sephora has apologized and stopped selling the product online and in stores. Yay!!
I can’t believe how long it has been since I’ve posted. I usually don’t write because I think I don’t have anything to say, but as bell hooks said,
“No woman has ever written enough.”Part of the problem with this blog is that it doesn’t have a focus. I’m thking of tentatively giving it the name of (Disabled) Grrl. The parenthesis would be for my invisible disabilities, “Disabled” would focus on disability rights, and “Grrl” would represent my feminist and political side
So what’s going on with me lately? My father died in March and it hit me like a brick. I moved back to my hometown and love being back by family and friends. And I’m counting the days until summer returns. Who has a beach hideaway I can escape to?
Yesterday was #PutOnPurple for Lupus Awareness Month, a day intended to help increase awareness of lupus and show support for those living with this disease.
What is lupus?
- Lupus is a chronic autoimmune disease that ravages different parts of the body.?
- An estimated 1.5 million Americans and at least 5 million people worldwide have lupus.?
- No two cases of lupus are alike. Common symptoms include joint pain, skin rashes, overwhelming fatigue and fevers that last for days or weeks. Most people with lupus don’t look sick.
- Lupus can impact any organ or tissue, from the skin or joints to the heart or kidneys. Two leading causes of serious illness and death from lupus are kidney disease and heart disease.
- Lupus usually develops between ages 15 and 44 and it lasts a lifetime.?
- Lupus can strike anyone, but 90 percent of the people living with lupus are females. Men, children and teenagers develop lupus too.?
- While people? of all races and ethnicities can develop lupus, lupus occurs two to three times more frequently among African Americans, Asians, Hispanics/Latinos, Pacific Islanders and Native Americans than among Caucasians.
- While the causes of lupus are unknown, scientists believe hormones, genetics (heredity) and environmental factors are involved—more research is needed to better understand the role of these factors in people with lupus.?
- Lupus can be expensive to live with and treat. The average annual direct and indirect costs incurred by a person with lupus can exceed $21,000 annually, a higher cost per patient than those living with heart disease, bipolar disorder, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, diabetes, hypertension and asthma.?
- Lupus can be difficult to diagnose. There is NO single blood test to diagnose lupus, and its symptoms mimic those of other diseases, vary in intensity and can come and go over time. More than half of those afflicted with lupus suffered at least four years, and saw three or more doctors before obtaining a correct diagnosis of lupus.
- Early diagnosis is crucial to preventing long-term consequences of the disease. If you notice signs or symptoms of lupus, be sure to engage your doctor and ask questions.?
If you are like me and love someone who is living with lupus, please take the time to sign a petition urging Congress for funds for lupus research. Learn more at lupus.org/petition.
Like every other American, I am horrified by the massacre in Newton, Connecticut. I am searching for answers. I am so unbelievably tired of these horrific mass shootings. I hate that I am starting to become somewhat familiar with the police protocols for securing the scene and holding press conferences. Most of all, I hate that twenty-seven people died today, including twenty children, who should have been safe in their school.
I hate that I will never forget this picture.
As we mourn the dead, how can we stop this from happening again? Is there the political will to make it harder to buy guns? If not, why not? At the very least, we need to make violence prevention a national priority. We need to teach better anger management and conflict resolution. We should start this in preschool along with ABC’s and keep going with it as kids go through school and into the workplace. Maybe this sounds kumbaya but if we can’t make it harder for people to kill people with guns, we have to teach them not to want to kill them at all.
- I like Wonder Woman, Batgirl, She-Ra and Jem.
- I play fantasy football.
- I heart my Converse sneakers
- I have experienced the horror of the endless for loop.
- I know what a for loop is.
- I can fix my own damn computer, thank you very much.
- I have programmed in Java, C#, VB, XML and asssembler.
- I think Scrubs, House, and Arrested Development are funny. So are the Golden Girls and Maude.
- I play Bejeweled Blitz, Plants vs. Zombies, Skylanders: Cloud Patrol, Words with Friends, and Angry Birds on my iPad. I don’t care if these aren’t the “cool” games. I like them.
- I like to read, anything from the Hunger Games to Catherine the Great to Showdown: Inside the Obama White House.
- I know how to RTFM. So there.
I’m a geek grrl. Deal with it.
If you want to be a good writer, you’re supposed to write every day. As you can probably tell from the lack of updates on this blog, I fail miserably at this task. Thus, I have challenged myself to write 300 words for all 30 days of June. As an added measure of accountability, I have decided I must post what I write as a blog entry.
I’m a little nervous about this. What will I write about? Do I have enough to say for three hundred words, every day for thirty days? Yeah, I think I do. It’s a good opportunity to force myself to write about next week’s gubernatorial recall election here in Wisconsin, which I’ll do this weekend, or delve further into women’s disability history. I can’t wait to talk about some of the books I’ve been reading, like Catherine the Great and The Republican War Against Women (yes, that’s an actual book by Tanya Melich), and how they relate to women’s lives today.
So… this is Day 1 of my 30 Day Blog Challenge. I’ll see you back here tomorrow!
What do you write about when your neck hurts so bad that all you want to do is lay your head down on a pillow and make love to a bottle of Darvocet?
What do you write about when you’re so tired after a weekend trip away for your cousin’s wedding, you don’t even have energy to read a book or watch TV?
What do you write about when you get a flu-like virus with the sore throat and cough thing and you’re scared to death you’ll get bronchitis, which’ll go into pneumonia and almost kill you like it has twice before?
What do you write about when the aforementioned flu turns into a stomach bug and you can’t get rid of it because your spinal cord injury has trashed your GI tract?
This has been my life for the past several months. Well, to be more accurate, it’s been my life for the past five and a half years but the last few months have been especially hard. My pain level has been really, really high whether it’s been migraines or neck pain. I have yet to figure out alternative methods for dealing with this chronic pain so I’m stuck with pain pills and muscle relaxants. My fatigue level is about the same as it always is – moderately high, and even though my immune system is pretty healthy, it took me about ten days to fight off that stupid virus.
But here’s the thing: when I’m in a lot of pain or really tired or really sick, I don’t know what to write about. Does the world want to hear about how miserable I am? Is there value in that? On the one hand, no, the world doesn’t need to hear me complain.
On the other hand, I believe it is an act of feminism for women who live with chronic illness and pain to share our stories. The world wants us to suffer in silence. It wants us to believe our pain and illness are our fault. It wants us to think that pain and illness are shameful and that we, in turn, should feel ashamed for having these conditions. Illness and weakness is associated with being feminine. Men in patriarchal societies have used our pain and illness against us for centuries. If women talk about living with chronic conditions, if we bring the “shameful”, nasty details of our daily lives with sickness and pain out of the shadows and into the light, we can help each other. We become stronger with each story. We become less alone as we recognize ourselves in each other. We can tell each other, “Yes, I’ve experienced that” and “I know what that feels like” and help ourselves and others feel just a little bit less alone.
There is value in my story. I have to remember that. I have to stop doubting myself and just keep writing. Writing about living with chronic pain and illness is a feminist act. I can do it.
I’m sick today, like sore-throat-and-coughing sick, and I have to admit, I’m really happy about it. No, I’m not thrilled that my throat is scratchy, I can’t stop coughing and I have no voice. No, those things aren’t any fun at all. I’m not delirious with fever, either. I promise. (I just checked my temp. It’s A-OK.)
Despite being miserable, I’m thrilled that I’m sick with something normal for a change. Usually, when I don’t feel well, it is because of pain and fatigue from my spinal cord injury, hydrocephalus and Dandy-Walker syndrome. My experience and the resulting symptoms are so rare that it feels like no one else will ever understand what I go through on a daily basis.
I had a C4 spinal cord injury and although I have regained most of my mobility, I still have a lot of pain in my neck. It hurts if I sleep funny or sit in an uncomfortable position for long periods of time, such as looking up or to the left or right. My neck hurts after being jostled around like a bobble head during car rides. It helps if I cushion it with a pillow but it doesn’t take the pain away completely.
I get a lot of headaches, which vary from tension headaches to migraines. I can deal with the tension headaches, as long as they don’t last too long and make me think the dull, aching rings of pain aren’t actually ventricles in my brain engorging with cerebral spinal fluid. When the ventricles get bigger, that’s when I have to worry about excess pressure on my brain. I have to wonder if my shunt is working. I have to constantly monitor my “tension” headaches to make sure i am not showing signs of shunt failure, like nausea or vomiting. I am constantly wondering, “Is this ‘just’ a headache or do I need to call a doctor to rule out shunt failure?”
Migraines are their own special kind of Satan’s Playground. The pain settles into my right eye, feeling like I got punched, and radiates down my neck to my right arm and fingers. If the migraine is bad enough, eventually I might even get some numbness in the right hand and fingers. How fun. (It’s not a stroke. I promise.)
My head and neck are my two main sources of pain but I also have to deal with soreness and aching in my shoulders, arms, hands, back, legs and feet at times.
Living like this is so incredibly isolating. Someone my age should not have to deal with all of the physical BS I do. I feel like such a freak. That’s why when I get something “normal” like a sore throat, I’m happy. I feel more like the average Jane who is basically healthy than my regular self. Part of me wants to scrum from the rooftops, “Hey world, I’m still a little bit normal!”
I don’t remember what normal is anymore, though.
This summer been wacky. I haven’t been writing a lot lately as I’ve been traveling pretty much nonstop since the end of July. When I haven’t been on the road or spending time with family and friends, I’ve been recovering from having all that fun.
I haven’t even been reading much, unlike the beginning of the summer, when I read fourteen books in June and July. Still, I did just finish “Peel My Love Like an Onion” by Ana Castillo, and since this is a blog about feminism and disability (well most of the time), I thought I’d tell y’all about it
“Peel My Love Like An Onion” is the story of Carmen, a Mexican-American flamenco dancer from Chicago, and her long-running love affairs with two men, Augustín and Manolo. Carmen’s stage name is Carmen la Coja, which is Spanish for Carmen the Cripple, as she had polio as a child. Carmen wears a brace on her leg, walks (and dances) with a limp and, as the story progresses, begins to experience the effects of post-polio syndrome.
And yet, Carmen’s disability is not the focus of this novel. It is not about how she “overcomes” her disability to have a dancing career. Instead, “Peel My Love Like An Onion” is about the never-ending saga of the torrid love triangle between Carmen, Augustín and Manolo. It is about Carmen’s relationships with her parents and her brothers. It is about her identity and heritage as a Chicagoan, Chicana (Is tht the right word?) and American.
I’m not saying that disability, pain and illness are not crucial to this novel. They are, as they form the core of who Carmen is. But this is not just a disability novel. It is the story of Carmen’s dancing career, love affairs and family life. It is also the story of a woman who happens to have a disability.
If you need something good to read, “Peel My Love Like An Onion” by Ana Castillo is worth a look.
P.S. I have received absolutely no compensation for this review. I actually got the book out of the library.