OMG, I followed a link from Jezebel to here, and found this paragraph:
FYI – it is not currently in vogue to call so-called dreadlocks by that term anymore. They are now referred to as “Locks.” The “why” should be obvious. I am not the originator of the change in terms, but being a believer in the Whorf Hypothesis, I do abide.
Fuck off! You know why they're called dreadlocks? Because dreads wear them. And that's fucking self-identification. Dollars to doughnuts no one took a poll of Rastas before they decided to clean up the language. That's so fucking annoying. Well meaning appropriation drives me batshit. They really think they're espousing more black consciousness than the Rastaman? Seriously?
Then again, this is a post written by a white woman who wants to rename the Afro Halo. No, that's not condescending. Not at all. You go ahead and define a historically oppressed group, especially a symbol of their resistance. No risk of raising hackles there, nosirree.
Ugh, Sue. Possibly a really dumb question but can you leave the switch off and deal with it when you return?
If it wasn't in the kitchen, yes. But with a catsitter coming in while I'm gone, she'll need to see better than the one dim light that's in there now.
So the Eureka Xmas special is on. I don't think we've had the latest season of Eureka yet. Will I be completely confused?
Sue, no -- evidently the creators went with making the episode out of continuity so that it would be "timeless".
My mild claustrophobia is triggered by people crowding me and not necessarily small spaces. I don't panic, though. I'm just intensely uncomfortable. Tunnels don't thrill me either. I always feel like I can breathe easier when I get out of a tunnel, which doesn't make a lot of sense when I'm in a car or train, but there it is.
A good friend has a similar elevator claustrophobia. She can ride with 2-3 people in an average box, but she tells everyone not to touch her, stand close or between her and the door. She goes sorta catatonic, but apparently the few times people have violated her rules, she flips the fuck out into fight or flight. People have been clocked. And it wasn't over once she got out those times; she had something resembling seizures and passed out.
She simply cannot do closet sized elevators in older buildings. She's used the fire escape on occasion.
Everyone who has ever dined with her knows to let her pick her seat first, and if she asked to switch, do without question. You could see her lizardbrain sapping her reason right in front of you if she felt closed in.
When she was in labor with her first, her doctor finally had to put a sign on the door to ask people to not stand in the doorway. Room wasn't particularly small, but somehow someone in the doorway triggered her and her and baby's heart rates would start going all crazy and she'd get non-cooperative and non-responsive. (Dr knew about her issues and took them seriously. She'd witnessed an event in a teeny exam room.)
But with a catsitter coming in while I'm gone
Yeah, no. I am sorry you have to pay weekend rates and that it happened at all.
When she was in labor with her first
I think birth with claustrophobia issues of any flavor must be awful. I've only been witness but there are people coming and going and ack!
When I gave birth to Franny there were 5 other people there, all actively helping in one way or another.
When Lisa's T was actually born, there was...let's see...her husband, daughter, me, her OB, nurse for baby in the background until needed, nurse assisting the OB, and one monitoring Lisa . Until the actual "here we go" part, it was usually just Jimmy and a nurse, with Miss P and I coming and going. As well as the epi guy.
It's almost been 4 years. I should ask Lisa to see the vid I took (at their request.) I am shit with taking video, it was a crash course, I was more focused on Miss P and HOLYSHITBIRTH than the damned camera. Though they said I did a good job at that.
