Growing up, I was incredibly lucky to have a private art tutor from the ages of 11-18. Her Friday afternoon class became a sanctuary for me, a place to mull over Klimt and Munch, to draw only the outlines of things...to carve wood and make prints...to paint. I drew and painted my first nudes in that class, and explored everything from abstract expressionism to building my own books.
To this day, the smell and taste of blackberry tea and the sound of classical music makes me think of her crowded studio of books, easels, masks, puppets, clay...and shelves upon shelves of paints and charcoal and paper.
She was one of the first people to recognize that I could tell a story, and that I had equal affinity for words as I did for pictures. And she was one of the very few people that always told me that what I had to say had value, and that it was worth saying. #teachers
This is so amazing. A connection with a teacher/mentor is such a special thing. I am lucky to have had a few professors in college who allowed me to spread my mental wings, including the totally phenomenal Sandra Gilbert.
In was in her class that I had a huge life-changing realization, while we were discussing "The Awakening." I was 21 and it was the first time I realized that I had spent my entire life trying to be "normal" instead of just accepting myself.
Anyhow, I am forwarding this to every woman I know. #teachers
@CircleSquare: Yeah, she was totally incredible. I went to UCD but she would commute in from Berkeley sometimes to teach at my school. Her poem "The Return of the Muse" did a number on me, I actually wrote something about the male muse in her class. I didn't befriend her, although we did talk sometimes, but she was very influential in my academic life.
My mother is a teacher in a dangerous area in Paris. I have seen her come home so exhausted she would curl up in bed at five, weep with frustration after hearing people belittle her responsabilities, say nothing all evening because she was haunted by the pain she witnessed all day.
And some nights she would pick up students from jail, because their parents didn't speak French, or were in jail too. They would call her.
And sometimes she smiles so broadly, and she tells me that something happened in class that day. Maybe someone asked a question that showed that he/she was interested. Or she felt a connection.
Teaching is the most difficult job in the world. My mother always told me it was the most rewarding. #teachers
Our educators really are the unsung heroes of society. They open up new vistas not only in our minds, but also in the physical world. And more importantly they enable us to become social agents of change, if we let them.
The whole televised exploitation part of the story is indeed icky, and good job Otto for figuring out your emotional needs and morals and sticking to them.
Having said that, sex workers often play an important role in the lives of disabled people. Often people with mental disabilities in particular have a hard time expressing themselves sexually, and a compassionate and empathetic stripper or prostitute can help them a lot.
When I was dancing I had a great customer, Joe, who had Down's syndrome and came in at 7pm when the club opened, and left at around 8.30 when other patrons started to arrive. If it was completely dead the DJ would let him put on his Monkees cd and it was obviously the highlight of his week. Sometimes I felt bad about Joe spending what must have been a large proportion of his disability check on strippers...but he often told us we were his best friends and that no women ever talked to him outside of the club.
@cantankasaurus rex: Decency? From the kid who gets judgy about sex workers after talking about his casino waitress with sentences like: "Hottie! Hottie! I'm gonna pay her to strip!" I guess we can be happy that at least he's not a hypocrite here, but I wouldn't exactly identify him as a paragon of "decency."
I hate this entire story. I hate that his mother went on TV and I hate that he was taken to Vegas and paraded around while hitting on women for a TV show.
In fact the only thing I do like is that there is a sex worker that actually specializes in patrons with disabilities (rock on, lady). Why didn't the mother just call her in the first place? Better yet why didn't she figure out that her son wouldn't want to actually have sex if he had to pay for it before going on television?
@Vivelafat says Sweep the leg, Johnny.: Better yet why didn't she figure out that her son wouldn't want to actually have sex if he had to pay for it before going on television?
That would have required you know, communicating with her son with competency. And acting like a parent, rather than a frat brother. Oh, and she wouldn't have been on TV. (Translation: I don't think this woman is as nice of a person/competent of a parent as you probably are... and I mean that even if you're not a parent and don't want to be one too. That woman kind of sucks.)
@labeled: It's worded a bit funny, but I don't think he's judging sex workers. I think he's judging potential future girlfriends - if they had patronized a sex worker, he would judge them. Still bad, but not slamming how someone makes a living. The whole thing is weird though.
@Bunsen Honeydew: Mmm. Yeah. So I also hate that AND poor wording! And, I really hate that its STILL Wednesday. WTH? This has been the longest damn day.
@Bunsen Honeydew: Eh, my take on it's a little different. I mean, I would be none too pleased to find out a boyfriend had paid someone for sex -- for me, it's just something I'm against commodifying. It seems everything in society is about money, and I'd prefer to keep this one aspect of life untainted by the exchange of capital -- personally. I don't judge people who feel differently, but at the same time, I'd like to be with someone who shares my particular set of compunctions.
Anyway, I really respect that he had the maturity and thoughtfulness to recognize that if he wouldn't like a girlfriend doing it, he shouldn't do it either. Basically he doesn't want to be a hypocrite. Good on him. Many, many men with IQs that are probably twice his would lack this most basic empathetic awareness... wonder what that says about their supposed intellectual "superiority."
11/02/09
To this day, the smell and taste of blackberry tea and the sound of classical music makes me think of her crowded studio of books, easels, masks, puppets, clay...and shelves upon shelves of paints and charcoal and paper.
She was one of the first people to recognize that I could tell a story, and that I had equal affinity for words as I did for pictures. And she was one of the very few people that always told me that what I had to say had value, and that it was worth saying. #teachers
11/02/09
In was in her class that I had a huge life-changing realization, while we were discussing "The Awakening." I was 21 and it was the first time I realized that I had spent my entire life trying to be "normal" instead of just accepting myself.
Anyhow, I am forwarding this to every woman I know. #teachers
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I am geeking out right now...that's incredible. The Madwoman in the Attic was such an eye-opening piece of criticism for me.
What was she like, as a teacher? #teachers
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Maaaaaan I want to go back to school! #teachers
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*but in a loving way.
11/02/09
And some nights she would pick up students from jail, because their parents didn't speak French, or were in jail too. They would call her.
And sometimes she smiles so broadly, and she tells me that something happened in class that day. Maybe someone asked a question that showed that he/she was interested. Or she felt a connection.
Teaching is the most difficult job in the world. My mother always told me it was the most rewarding. #teachers
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Well said, Anna.
07/15/09
Having said that, sex workers often play an important role in the lives of disabled people. Often people with mental disabilities in particular have a hard time expressing themselves sexually, and a compassionate and empathetic stripper or prostitute can help them a lot.
When I was dancing I had a great customer, Joe, who had Down's syndrome and came in at 7pm when the club opened, and left at around 8.30 when other patrons started to arrive. If it was completely dead the DJ would let him put on his Monkees cd and it was obviously the highlight of his week. Sometimes I felt bad about Joe spending what must have been a large proportion of his disability check on strippers...but he often told us we were his best friends and that no women ever talked to him outside of the club.
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Oh, that's both lovely and rather sad. Poor guy, but at least everyone at the club was so supportive of him!
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his mother, however, has no excuse for shamelessly exploiting her son and his disabilities for national attention.
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In fact the only thing I do like is that there is a sex worker that actually specializes in patrons with disabilities (rock on, lady). Why didn't the mother just call her in the first place? Better yet why didn't she figure out that her son wouldn't want to actually have sex if he had to pay for it before going on television?
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That would have required you know, communicating with her son with competency. And acting like a parent, rather than a frat brother. Oh, and she wouldn't have been on TV. (Translation: I don't think this woman is as nice of a person/competent of a parent as you probably are... and I mean that even if you're not a parent and don't want to be one too. That woman kind of sucks.)
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Anyway, I really respect that he had the maturity and thoughtfulness to recognize that if he wouldn't like a girlfriend doing it, he shouldn't do it either. Basically he doesn't want to be a hypocrite. Good on him. Many, many men with IQs that are probably twice his would lack this most basic empathetic awareness... wonder what that says about their supposed intellectual "superiority."