Neil deGrasse Tyson posted something that I found sexist, racist, ableist, classist… so I figured I’d reply (in a respectful way). Then the above exchanged happened with some random guy. I was angry, but when he got to that final line, I snapped.
- All I ever wanted was 1) To play music, 2) To teach band, 3) To improve lives through music. I started piano when I was five. I started on piano, added flute, picc, trombone, baritone, bassoon, conduction, music theory, and more. I started college with a Music Ed degree and got into the university’s top wind ensemble and jazz band. I practiced for hours every single day.
- Then I began to feel intense pain in my wrists. I thought it was carpal tunnel. I started going to physical therapists. My pain got worse until I couldn’t even hold a pencil, let alone my flute or play the piano. I decided to take a break to heal.
- But even with therapy my condition got worse, spread throughout my arms, shoulders, neck, spine. I didn’t heal, and finally I realized that this was permanent. Chronic. I could never play again. The pain was so bad I nearly had to drop out of school. It turned out I had fibromyalgia and autoimmune arthritis. My dreams were crushed. My body is actively destroying itself.
- I decided I wanted to be a teacher anyway. I pursued a French Ed degree, but my symptoms are not ONLY pain. I started to feel an extreme fatigue. I worked hard, hoping it was just normal college tiredness from late nights working after full-time classes.
- But the fatigue progressed to the point that when it was time to sign up for the last semester, full-time student teaching, I was so fatigued and dizzy I couldn’t even stand for 30 minutes, let alone teach all day. Again, I thought if I took a break, I would be able to rest and come back the next semester and finish with my education degree. But the fatigue worsened as well.
- I went to top doctors, rheumatologists, naturopaths, god you name it I freakin’ tried it. Here was my other talent, teaching, and I couldn’t pursue it, either. My illnesses progressed, to the point I cannot have even a part-time job. Like I said, I am trapped in a cycle of perpetual poverty because I’m unable to support myself. I am in constant pain. I cannot pursue my talents and so my musical talent has evaporated. I can never play again. My teaching talent has been squandered by my health.
- To tell me I have not done enough in all my LITERALLY painful struggles to try to continue on is beyond callous.
- So I’d like you to imagine that, for some reason beyond your control, you are never able to work again, or participate in music. And maybe it will be an OUNCE as devastating for you as it has been for me. And now how do you support your family? How do you cultivate that musical talent and passion you have? Here’s how: you fucking don’t. You suffer and learn how to move on, then some know-it-all, self-proclaimed ‘critical thinkers’ on the internet tell you that you’re just making excuses, even though it KILLS you to be unable to conduct, to do music, and you’d give anything to be healthy enough to do it again.
- So there you go. Try that on for size. Think about it. Think about how much that would devastate you. Think before you speak.
- And now, there is one more aspect I haven’t even mentioned: all my privileges. My parents are middle-class. They helped me pay for school, they’ve brought me to countless doctors’ appointments and made sure I’ve been able to eat, sleep, have housing.
- Imagine how my story would have turned out if I didn’t have financial support, if I had tens of thousands of $ of student debt and was unable to work and unable to pay it off. Imagine me, with all I go through now, being hounded by collectors, or not having a home when I run out of rent money. Imagine me, in pain, being unable to see doctors. Imagine me on the streets.
- Then tell me about how I should be pursuing my talents in THAT situation. Because that is what MANY disabled people face.
- These are SERIOUS things to consider, and things I PRAY you teach your kids about in case they ever find themselves in a disadvantaged situation like mine. I am blessed with my family and friends, that makes me fortunate. But I am disabled. And for some people, that’s just how life is. So please keep that in mind. Not everyone is as fortunate and healthy as you.
Because they FLAP.
Because ALL boots should’ve had them to begin with.
Because they’re downright fun, no matter what anyone else says.
Because they add that perfect extra touch to just about any outfit, be it gothic, steampunk, cosplay, or anything else.
Because BOOTWINGS. That should be explanation enough right there.
Should you get your own set? ABSOLUTELY YES- Go right here to do so!
(Really, though, I was so happy to get an opportunity to work with model/photographer archaical on these- she brings such a great sense of fun and whimsy to a lot of her work, and it’s wonderful to see on these.)
You wanted an afternoon rebloop? WELL, HERE YOU GO, PEOPLE. CHECK OUT AND SHARE THE AWESOMENESS.
Seriously, yes, SHARE/REBLOG it. It’s BootWing season (BootWing Country?) and so help me, we need to justify the amount of butt-working-off that’s been going on around here.
Meanwhile, in prehistoric Canada…..
No no, you don’t understand, moose really do get that big. Take it from a Canadian. I’ve seen that bullshit in person. Scary as all heck.
I can second that statement!
Reminder that until several thousand years ago, megafauna were a LOT more common, to include in North America, and the moose is just a fair-to-middling sized species.