Georgia On My Mind...

 

I promise a more serious addition to my thoughts about Georgia will be forthcoming, but I’m feeling the lighter fare today so…although this is about Georgia.

Ten Episodes That Could Reboot Designing Women(in my head)

10. The ladies think Bernice Clifton is being Catfished by her latest  Latinx stud, but she’s not. Hector just thinks arterial flow problems are caliente. Nev and Kamie guest-star, cause Charlene continues to befriend everyone.

9.  Payne’s eldest, Hayden Junior, tells her family she is trans and wants to be called Harriet. This occasions a gender crisis for both Julia and Suzanne, even more because they aren’t used to being freaked out by the same things.

8.Anthony is courted by a black-owned, Conscious-type contractor to work at their firm.  Will his new sense of identity or loyalty to their friendship win out? Two parts.

7.  Mary Jo borrows Claudia’s phone and finds sexts and naughty pictures on it, which makes all the women think about crazy stuff they did to get someone’s attention.

6.  Charlene looks for Julia’s support(and impassioned back-up) when her “yearning for knowledge” makes her both a Big Name Fan and a  target of flame wars on a twitter clone.

5.  Suzanne finds out her country-club crush was at January 6. The women look for ways to compete with swatches.com.

4. Quinton makes a friend that’s non-binary. Olivia ends up living with Charlene and Bill again after the virus threatens her hospitality job.

3. A chance remark from Julia launches a Sugarbakers’ podcast.

 2. Monette’s webcam (sugarbabe.com) accidentally sends people to Sugarbakers’ site. Bernice’s love message to Herschel Walker may have actually reached the football star/werewolf fancier.

1. The Sugarbakers’ team is caught between wheelchair access and history on a major renovation job.

Giving Progressives our Due, Part 1...

 Since the media would rather pretend Biden is the Gandalf of the Senate.(If this is true, he wants the Manchinema bullshit.  I think I'd rather believe he's hopeless than that...)

For right now, though, if you volunteered, door-knocked, or phonebanked...this is for you.

Queen, We Are The Champions

Acts of Self-Love I Don't Have To Be A Sex Columnist To Write About...

 Have believed in the new material I've written enough to court rejection(and spend money entering contests) instead of fearing it.  Trying to consider my art more like my whipping duties, although it still does feel less personal when someone tells PDA no, rather than your Bohemian Crip. Especially if she labored for months, but being precious? Leaves me unpublished, and you know,  have done that.

Frustrating reality in background, though, is that better attitude and blessed by the muses or not, more than the slight success I have, very occasionally enjoyed, may well create a problem for me at some point.

Have probably overworked this comparison slightly, but the people that administer benefits need people with disabilities to beThe Washington Generals of real life, suiting up cheerfully to get spanked on the court over and over again. So, honestly, from a bureaucratic standpoint, it would be the best of all possible worlds if feeling like a writer and being  let down gently were the destination, rather than the journey, but can't quite be that Zen or model cripple enough to accept that.

In other news, the good part of being away from The Message Board that started it all was having enough to write in the year-end round-up for once.

Billionaires Suck!

 

I've been online a long time...I've seen community fracture before. What sucks about this one is, it wasn't the community.

Just some obscenely rich megalomaniac didn't get his ass kissed enough, or got bored, or had some stupid Cunning Plan that nobody in their right mind gave a flying shit about...whatever. it shouldn't have to be our problem, and now it is.

I hate stuff like that...it makes me sad and angry to see stuff destroyed, especially to no purpose, especially so some goldfinger wannabe can move onto wrecking some other shiny object.

And I don't bring up my disability at times like that so you can picture me posting like the little match girl, but that's what I get when I do, even though I found out I am damn good at amplifying voices with social media and I deserve more credit than, again, At Least She Has Something.

(But if you feel like that, he must truly be a Scrooge-level hard-hearted bastard to take it away from us.

#PeoplesSocialMedia now

Partial Redemption...

 - For my state: Woo! Governor Katie!

And for me in my quest to "mow the internet" as Simon requested.
Fetterman campaign staff said that maybe  journos would have to stop shouting at people in the hall, because he couldn't respond fast enough. Which, of course, even a rookie like me knows that the scrum is its own point, right? "Look how hard I am  trying Against Institutional Indifference(TM) to get the answer to my thousandth stupid hoodie question for y'all."

So some reporter named Jonathan said "okay, so I guess we'll use cue-cards like in Love Actually?"(very passive-aggressive, Jonathan...are you sure we are not related? And anyway, why the hell not, as the questions are so clearly not the point, anyway.)
I so enjoyed telling him that was one scenario where he could get as big as he wanted. Unlike much of life.

Didn't exactly, like, need a cigarette, but it was worth a smile.

Even if I did back off Mark Finchem and the "GOAT SCREW"

ETA: The reporter's name was Andrew.

Election-Related Attention-Seeking Behavior....

 (more about the disturbing Twitter thing later; this has a timestamp)

 

“My stroke knocked me down, but I am going to get back up.”

 As a board member of a disability-rights action team I  feel  pressure  to make my public statement as a disability-rights issue team impressive,  making  up for our being called inspirations  for doing ordinary things, but we’ll keep it simple.  If accommodations for disability seem strange, consider that we, disabled and not, have been using zoom for years to compensate for lack of proximity. It’s challenging, but we don’t quit because it's ‘painful to watch.”

 PDA cares about labor, and healthcare, and women’s reproductive rights, and  endorsed John Fetterman because he does too….the quips are  a bonus, like the hoodies.  Since none of that has changed, maybe it’s okay that we  echo the Philadelphia Inquirer’s hope that a Senator Fetterman might act as a role model, not only for both abled and disabled Pennsylvanians, but in fact a nation looking to get back up after the mass-disabling event of a still-ongoing pandemic. Whether he recovers fully or not, it’s a unique opportunity to see our strengths reflected in the larger political culture, and one we shouldn’t miss due to outdated biases and prejudice.

  Maybe it’s time to acknowledge our strength as disabled Americans, one of them being that we already know, as John Lennon wrote “Life is what happens while you’re busy  making other plans.” A more flexible outlook would be a benefit to a legislative body that, too often seems dedicated to solving the crises of the last century.
Erika J.

Board Member
Progressive Democrats of America Disability Issues Action Team

 

 

Not quite big enough for their own posts...

 Watched "Heathers" last night for the first time in ages.  Never realized it was "Mean Girls" without adult supervision,

-Continuing volunteer recruitment and GOTV efforts...at that "No matter what I do, I feel guilty," stage that marks the end of campaigns for me.(Kind of hate that, especially when self-care feels like another J-O_B(