anonymous asked:

Freedom of speech vs political correctness?

I believe people have the right to speak what’s in their hearts and to suffer the consequences if it is hurtful or bigoted garbage. 

Also, political correctness is just a buzz word for not being ignorant or insensitive.

if you’re wondering what “consulting” as a job would mean for ransom, it’s usually something along the lines of a research gig where you become the subject-matter expert on a specific sector or subject and act as a well of knowledge for a company whenever they need to know something about your subject. that subject can be anything from how social media works to market forces to whatever made up subject you can convince a company they need a consultant for. it’s a very nebulous job description because it’s honestly whatever you make of it and can be different every day but overall, it’s usually you, the consultant, setting yourself up as an “expert” in the field and running a sort of help desk for whoever you work for.

someone just out of college like ransom would probably start as an unpaid (or really poorly paid) intern who works upwards of 50 hours/week and gets treated poorly by all the “regular” employees. they expect him to act as a waiter instead of the research support staff they hired him as. they often forget his name. it sucks.

i feel like im seeing an increase in people using the term ‘people with disabilities’ as opposed to ‘disabled people’

so here’s a reminder that the former depoliticises disablement, puts disability as an individual rather than a social issue, acts like ‘disability’ is a passive thing we carry with us rather than an active thing done to us and also separates us from our disabled status

I am not ‘with a disability’, I am certainly not ‘differently abled’, I am disabled

Jack’s jersey number is a burden, and he blames himself for it.  He picked it when he was six years old and he’s had to live up to that ever since.

Bad Bob wore jersey #11, and when they were signing Jack up for his first hockey team in Montreal they asked if he wanted to wear his father’s number.  “No!” Jack said, not rebelling against his father but with dreams of glory under his own name, his own number.  “I want to be number one!”

So they chuckled and wrote him in, filled out the form to order his little jersey, took pictures that year of Jack and Bob on the ice–tall ZIMMERMANN 11 and small ZIMMERMANN 1.  The top of Jack’s helmet is almost perfectly level with the bottom of the numbers on Bob’s jersey.  It’s one of the photos the Zimmermann family releases to the press when speculation about Jack’s draft gets intense, one that gets reprinted in so many newspapers and magazines Jack can’t keep track of them all.

And once they put that number on his back, he could never ask to change it. Not when every team he joined scrambled to clear the number for him, when other #1s volunteered to change on his behalf.  He couldn’t, no matter how afraid he was of not living up to number one.  Because that would be admitting defeat, admitting he couldn’t live up to it.

So he’ll wear the number that feels like it shouldn’t be his, like a prince in a fairytale, until one day through all the toil and sweat and tears he’ll redeem it and make it true.

Taking his Samwell #1 jersey out of its packaging feels like a fresh start, like new growth after a fire. It stretches and pulls like skin over a scar, but when he’s got it over his head, his new friend Shitty reaching out to tug it down for him, he finally feels like coming here wasn’t a mistake after all.

Bob’s a lot more choked up about Jack’s first Providence jersey than Jack is.  By now the #1 feels like part of his name, not a challenge.  Jack knows that isn’t how everyone else will see it–everyone else will make him prove he’s earned the number on his back.  But this time, the thought of putting an NHL jersey oh doesn’t choke off his air.  He’s old enough and strong enough to know that it’s not about them, that the only person he’s really competing against is himself. Number one is a personal challenge, a mountain he’s set himself to climb

And anyway, if he has to be honest: This time, if you really made him fight it out for that number?  For being number one?  He feels like he might actually win, and like himself after.