YOU’VE BEEN WITH ME SINCE THE OLD DAYS I LOVE SO MUCH FOR REAL
IM SO GLAD YALL LOVE MY EYEBROWS WE ALL KNOW EYEBROWS ARE THE KEY...
im so fukin scared right now
i made a poetry blog (dont bother asking for the url)
and i finally posted a poem???
AND SOMEBODY FUCKING REBLOGGED...
like i said
any statement that says “this is good for everyone” is automatically excluding and erasing all the people who it is not good for
“walk up the stairs! it’s good for everyone!”
- what about all the people who cannot walk up the stairs
- yay fat shaming
- what about people who have to choose between walking up the stairs, and having the energy to make dinner/play with their kids/spend time with people they care about/self care? or do they just not exist now
it’s not that fucking hard to understand
either stop making blanket statements backed by privilege, or shut the fuck up until you learn how not do be a dick
wow, this is a perfect example of SJ blogging gone wrong.
it’s like they’re trying as hard as possible to come up with something to rage about. like, number 3, come on. “do they just not exist now.” all the people who stand at the foot of the stairs and think, “oh no, should I make dinner and play with the kids, or should I walk up the stairs?” are thrown into an existential crisis. and then the trigger warning? wtf. also, walking up the stairs — when it is good for you; e.g., you can walk, you are not in pain because of it, you have energy and feel like it, etc. — is good because exercise is good and essential, not because walking up the stairs is going to make you lose weight. discussions of exercise often turn into “exercise is important so you lose weight / don’t get fat,” but mentioning the importance of exercising / moving at all is not automatically fat-shaming.
Except you complete prong, I *do* have to make those choices.
I have to decide if I’m going to make breakfast or dinner, because if I make one it’s unlikely the other’s in the cards.
I have to decide if I’m going to go to the library or go to the park with my kid, because it’s one or the other.
And yeah, I have to decide if I’m going to take the stairs or the elevator, because one may very well leave me so exhausted I can’t even get into bed later without help.
That’s leaving out the fact that frequently, YEAH, IT DOES HURT TO WALK UP THE STAIRS. It frequently hurts to sit. It occasionally hurts to do *anything*. And I would love to have some prick to tell me to my face (instead of strutting around like a fuckwitted rooster on tumblr) that I’m just lazy. Except I wouldn’t because my able-bodied and loving husband is too pretty for jail.
So you can take your “LOL SJ LOL” bullshit, fold it into neat quarters, and shove it right up your ignorant ass to keep your head company.
I have the feeling that people so up in arms about how “wrong” the op is (it really isn’t) are forgetting about invisible illnesses.
Not every disabled person has a disability that you can see. You can’t look at people and tell exactly what may or may not be wrong with them. They may be dealing with some shit that you just can’t comprehend.
On the flip side of that, they may just not want to take the damn stairs that day or any day. You know what? That’s just fine too! Whether or not a person takes the freaking stairs is a really trivial thing to be obsessing over. If you’re so damn concerned with being “healthy,” why don’t you take your ass up the stairs and leave everyone else the fuck alone?
Instead of being a judgmental douchefuck, why don’t you just mind your own fucking business?
can i get the bold tattooed on my face pls