A. Noyd @A_Noyd@octodon.social
Cis, female, aro/ace, mentally ill, white American living in Japan.
I love seeing that look on a student's face when something they were struggling to work out suddenly clicks into place.
First, you're agreeing with something I never said.
Second, I've been telling you this entire time to listen to people who have more personal experience than you do. That's been my whole point.
If you're this obtuse, though, I'm not sure who could get through to you.
Listen to the “complainers” who experience what it’s like to live with arbitrary strings attached to every basic necessity of life. Listen to what you’re missing by being lucky enough you haven’t had to learn the hard way. Trust those of group Y to know better than you what they need and amplify their voices. Because having privilege doesn’t mean you need to speak from it.
The thing is, unless deliberately countered, your privileges taint your perspective—so much so that you can work closely with group Y without ever understanding the complexities of their problems or what really holds them back from overcoming them.
You’re exhibiting the sort of ignorance of poverty that comes of class privilege. Your idea of what would benefit poor people doesn’t match anything activists actually living in poverty advocate for. Listen to them.
Privilege is not an all-or-nothing deal. It exists on different axes. Almost everyone has some form. You can have white privilege (relative to people of color) but lack able-bodied privilege (relative to people without disabilities). Or, in this case, you can have class privilege relative to poor people. Privileges can intersect to multiply benefit or privation, too.
Privilege in the social justice sense isn’t about being born wealthy or never suffering any ills. It’s how you, as a member of group X, have certain, unearned advantages people of group Y lack. Advantages that you either aren’t aware of or believe you earned.
You said many people were complaining. You need to listen to those people—the "complainers."
Your opinions, however well-meant, sound like they come from a very privileged place. Poverty is a terribly complex issue (with multiple, intersecting populations) and if you want to really help people at the policy level, you have to know more of the intricacies and realities of what they deal with. You have to let THEM tell you what they need, what works and what doesn't work.
That's some rather astonishing ignorance of how poverty works.
Poor people are more engaged with their communities than any other class. They have to be to get by. And many get so much physical activity working tough jobs or multiple jobs that it destroys their bodies. Yet they still can't get disability.
The last thing they need is more hoops to jump through.
Start actually listening to the "complainers," and find out what really keeps people in poverty.
There's no test of foreign language fluency quite like having a TV camera thrust in your face and being given two seconds to come up with something coherently flattering to say about a local event you're attending.
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That expression though.
#catcafe #猫カフェ
https://octodon.social/media/V8dsXWn7yKgSC8KpYtc
Why is MS Word's auto-formatting so damn aggressive about making lists?
It's relatively easy to override most of the other auto-formatting without going into options, but not with lists. They are determined to have their ugly and awkward way with your documents.
How do 1st and 2nd grade teachers not die of exhaustion after a week? I just visit the classes for lunch sometimes and the kids about kill me.
@Emmavieceli
The last comic I bought because of the covers alone had just that: solitary character on white space exuding emotion.
Jinba by Sumiyoshi Ryo (pic from artist's Twitter):
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C8pKdFuUMAAcH8b.jpg
(Actually, the covers wrap around, and there's another character on the back of each, but I can't find pics of those.)
@saturno I use it in ESL/EFL classes because it's closest to the style the students are taught to write in. Only the capital Y is off.
#Dream 2:
While walking around on the waves of some random bay in California, I ran into a pod of dolphins. I tried to talk to them, but they refused to even acknowledge me. They passive-aggressively started talking to one another about how pissed off at humans they were because the human news was focused on a highly unusual, local whale-on-whale murder, to the exclusion of all other sea-mammal concerns.
