Guest post on Shakesville

[soc_puppet]

For those of you looking forward to it, I am happy to announce that I now have a guest post up on Shakesville about that horrendous female character flowchart from last week. It can be found here: The Solution Is Obviously to Write No More Female Characters at All

It's got a number of great links of its own, and is almost certain to have some great commentary. It may even help spread the issue a bit more (hope, hope).


On a somewhat related note, Privilege Is: Being able to walk down two flights of stairs and one block uphill to a public facility to use the restroom, and back, when the water is turned off for maintenance in one's apartment.

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I had to have my dad push me over the step. This was just the first in the long list of 'Sarah's adventures in ill-conceived h/c bathrooms'. I particularly liked the one that was too small for my wheelchair to get all the way in and get the door closed, even when the foot rests are disassembled and the wheels are tucked under the toilet. Did not end well.

Back when I didn't use a cane or a wheelchair, I changed in the normal stalls several times. And I am fat. There is really no reason to use the h/c stall except for special snowflake-ism. Especially because I'm relatively sure that there was a changing room somewhere.

Ugh, IKR? It was awful at the con (all of the people working there were so nice and helpful, don't get me wrong) because about half of the elevators had the con floor disabled. I'm dead serious. Sometimes it would take a half hour of trying various elevators before finding one that would take me to the third floor. And ironically, the least accessible booth (other than the infuriating Animal Planet one, but I don't even want to go there) was the DC one. You know, the one that had the Gail Simone signing. The Gail Simone that writes one of the only wheelchair users in comics. All of the tables were so high I couldn't see what was on them, and the carpet was basically impossible for me to move on myself. Even when I had someone pushing me, he really had to put his back into it.

*bitch bitch bitch* I hate it when people say that society disables them, not their body--because my body is a sonuvabitch and it absolutely is the problem--but I've gotta say that society could make this a hell of a lot easier.