These past few weeks I have had the pleasure of having a philosophical back and forth with someone with whom I went to grad school in philosophy. He is a political philosopher who has no background in disability studies, but (I gather) a burgeoning interest in disability.
For those who don’t know, I have a rather strong personal and professional interest in disability. Much of my freelance work is about disability, and my son, Edmund, has Cri du Chat syndrome.
Former Fellow Grad Student hasn’t quite said outright that we should not accommodate people with disabilities until they are as typically functioning as possible, but has said, more or less: capital isn’t free, some people with disabilities will suck up enormous resources and we can expect very little in the way of economic return for our investment.
Author: Rose Woodhouse
HOWEVER. I am here neither to sing its praises nor bemoan its shortcomings qua entertainment. I am here to write of its morality. It means to be taken very seriously as a message to the audience of the evils institutional racism. Not as self-serious as Crash, but maybe only a few frames shy.
Briefly, in the city of Zootopia, all animals have shed their species’ genetic destiny to become the animal they wish to be. We follow bunny protagonist, Judy Hopps, as she defies expectations that she farm. She becomes the first bunny cop. Both explicitly and implicitly, though, the characters clearly have not shed their beliefs that anatomy is destiny – exhibiting their damaging prejudices against other species and groups of species (e.g., foxes are seen as sly, prey distrust predators).
It’s a much more clever and subtle message movie than Crash, actually. (Not that that’s difficult. And not that any movie, even children’s movies, need be a message movie.) It has a very nuanced understanding of the ways bias keeps an animal down in the world. The species do not, with one glaring exception which will be discussed below, strictly correspond to any one human ethnic group or race. There are, though, moments, experienced by the animals that recall human biases – one animal is complimented for being “articulate.”
How not to handle a toddler having a tantrum in a diner.
Rose Woodhouse’s reflections on the second episode of Wolf Hall.
I discuss why the “r-word” should no longer be used.
Reflections on the first episode of Wolf Hall, which aired Sunday on PBS.
In which I think about whether the once and future hosts of The Daily Show have gone too far, and whether my offendedness means they shouldn’t have their jobs.
Rose and Russell on receiving the adulation of others.
The second installment of a series on gardening, in which we discuss selecting sites for gardens, and preparing beds and containers.
An introduction to a series on how to create a sustainable, frugal, low-maintenance garden.
On the inexplicable lastingness of sibling love.
“Oh, darling, there are spoilers here! Do let’s read on; it will be such a laugh!” said the Vacuous Dancing Cousin.
A recent spotlight on philosophical bad behavior stirs some ponderings.
“Spoilers? What spoilers? There are no spoilers in this post,” said the lady’s maid, tenting her fingers and stifling cackles of glee.
The Melise Muñoz case is not as simple as it appears, and it is not only religious nuts who might understand the hospital’s position. Here, a explanation of why the case is more complicated than some think.
In which Rose Woodhouse concludes her tale of joy and woe at the Happiest Place on Earth.
In which Rose Woodhouse gathers her family and bravely ventures forth into the Happiest Place on Earth.
Do we need to keep issuing Spoiler Alerts? Probably a good idea this week, all things considered.
I plowed through Double Down, which I recommend if you are one of the relative few who belong both to the set of people who like politics and the set of people who are not...
With apologies to those readers who know this all too well, one of my three sons, James, has a Ridiculously Rare Chromosomal disorder.