fair-labor

PLEASE INCLUDE DISABLED PEOPLE IN YOUR ACTIVISM.

(note: I’m not gonna talk about Trump mocking Serge Kovaleski primarily b/c Kovaleski does not ID as disabled and does not want to be used as a political talking point. Which is fair.  yes, it was awful. no, you don’t get brownie points for agreeing with me that it was awful. Disabled people have evolved to have thick skin, and a politician mocking us is not new or unsurprising. this list will deal with policy and specific issues facing the broader disability, autistic, d/Deaf//HoH, and neurodivergent communities.)

(other note: I generally use adjective-first language but I probably also used person-first language in here somewhere. I personally prefer to use the former for myself but I respect that other people in this community use different language.)

-the federal site for IDEA has been taken down

-all mentions of disability rights have been deleted from the website

-betsy devos had no idea what the Individuals With Disabilities Education Act was when asked and stated that standards for accommodations in education should be left up to the state (this is a TERRIBLE idea)

-if Obamacare is repealed, we have the most to lose. Most of us will not be able to afford medical expertise or treatment to maintain a basic quality of life. Some of us will die.

-he called one of his books Crippled America. Unironically. Ugh. 

-the january 2017 unemployment rate for nondisabled civilians was 4.9. For disabled civilians, it was 11.0. These numbers do not reflect the number of disabled individuals who work inadequate part time jobs, who are institutionalized, or have given up looking for work.

-the US still has not signed the UN documents about the rights of People with Disabilities. 

-Justices like Justice Kennedy have historically been swing votes on cases involving disabilities. Justices like Scalia have not. Potential Supreme Court Justice Gorsuch has a very ugly disability rights record, which includes defending a college that fired a professor undergoing chemo when she requested to give her lectures over skype (there was a flu going around on campus and being there would put the staff member in danger due to her suppressed immune system)

-By the time he was elected, Donald Trump had already dealt with at least eight lawsuits concerning lack of basic accessibility (ramps, braille) on his properties

-the Supreme Court case legalizing the sterilization of potentially disabled people without their consent (Buck v. Bell) has never been overturned and has been cited as a legal precedence in a lower court as recently as 2001.

-the Judge Rotenburg Center is still using painful electric shocks on disabled students as punishment, despite the FDA advising them to stop more than two years ago.

-similarly, many disabled people are not  paid federal minimum wage b/c section 14c of the “Fair Labor Standards Act” is still on the books and so hundreds of thousands of disabled peoples’ wages are “proportional” to their productivity (compared to an abled worker). Goodwill is one of the most famous companies that exploits this loophole.

-the already gutted SSDI program is even more at risk-Trump has spoken about emulating the British reforms for their disability program. Off the top of my head, I can think of nine or ten different people who died as a result of the recent “fit to work” assessments and bedroom requirements in the UK.

-disabled people depend on the Department of Justice’s civil rights division to enforce the ADA and protect us from blatant discrimination. Trump has already proven that he does not care about the funding or effectiveness of the department, and is willing to destabilize it to forward his political goals. 

-Donald Trump is anti-vax and is complacent to that movement’s violent and intolerable rhetoric surrounding autistic and other neurodivergent individuals

-Sessions called disabled children protected by federal laws (like IDEA) “the single most irritating problem for teachers throughout America today”. In this same statement, he stated that he did not “remember hearing of gun shootings prior to 1975 when Congress began telling ten percent of our students [they] are not responsible” (the IDEA was passed in 1975, improving the way disabled children were treated at public schools)

-the new administration’s refusal to address fatal police brutality is also an issue of disability rights, given that around half of victims shot by police officers are disabled or neurodivergent. (like eric garner, who had asthma) 


In case this list didn’t clue you in: the disabled community is scared. We don’t know what to expect from the next four years, we still haven’t come close to equality, and we are usually left to fight our battles alone. That’s why I’m asking whoever reads this to stand with the disability community against ableism and against policies that will kill us. People have done a great job in the past few weeks of expressing solidarity with muslims, immigrants, refugees, latinx people, LGBT people, and black people. And, honestly, that’s great. Thank you and please keep doing it. But also be aware that disabled people are one of the most vulnerable demographics right now, and be aware that we’re also one of the most ignored. We are made invisible by the media and by society too easily. Please, you have to see us and you have to stand with us. 

Looking back on history, it’s impossible not to notice that people with disabilities don’t fare well in authoritarian regimes. Please help us make this time different.

anonymous asked:

So like...how do you think Niall would react to seeing you wrapped up in a towel fresh out of the shower? Like, if you guys hadn't had sex yet, and you were just staying at his place and needed a shower? (Because he probably forced you to play footie with him)

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A/N: it’s 2:30am and this is completely unedited. Fair warning.


Manual Labor

“I don’t want to be an ass….but don’t you have, um, people to do this?”

Niall snorted out a laugh from where he was splayed on his stomach in the grass, pulling weeds and stray leaves from beneath the bushes along his fence. “Aww c’mon, a little manual labor will do ya good. Don’t be such a pansy ass.”

I stood up and pulled the hem of my ratty shirt up to wipe the sweat and grime off my forehead. As I dropped the soft fabric back down I caught Niall’s eyes as they shifted quickly back down to the piles of brown, crunchy leaves in front of him.

“See something you like, Horan?” I smirked and popped my hip towards him, shaking my bum slightly in my running shorts.

“Piss off.  I’ve been so busy with tour and promo I haven’t pulled in forever.  What t’hell am I supposed to do when I see a flash of skin on a fit girl?”  

Keep reading

So I am no longer in charge of Slime, which if you’re not familiar with that story I would get yourself a snack and give it a read because…. it’s long. It’s a long, long saga of slime. Instead, they’re having me do the Saturday morning kids classes. Or rather, they’re continuing to have me do the morning classes because… why train someone else to work with unattended small children when we’ve already broken this one’s spirit? 

And if you were internetting at the same time I was last night, you were probably aware that my girlfriend and I were making friendship bracelets. Which is very cute, but the reason we were doing that was because today I was supposed to teach little kids how to make them. I’d never made one successfully before and the directions were super unhelpful, so she was showing me how. (Well… it’s still pretty stompin’ cute in the context). 

So what I learned last night was that they really are a labor of love because if you tried to sell them at the fair cost of labor, no one would buy it at that price and you really gotta like that person to put in all that work and then give it away for free. 

“Oh, how shall I, a mere child, show the bonds of our unending friendship? I shall develop early stages of carpal tunnel syndrome as a symbol of our platonic love!”

This is a childhood experience that I never had. Ostensibly because I was the crafty person in the school and I had all of two (2) friends and … eh. Eh. It was the 90′s and my homework already resembled a mountain, so… eh. 

Anyhowdy. 

The bracelet that I was supposed to make was a chevron, but it looks more like argyle. Which is a look I dig but I’m mentally preparing dialogue for when someone is upset it doesn’t look like it should.  

There is no way in the squishiest layers of Hell that a four-year old is going to figure out how to make this. I’m 30 and I’m screwing up, so I figure I’ll have a couple of simpler options.  Basically, I would have them braid their colors together and put beads on it. Seems simple, right?

… ha… haha… oh. 

I’m sure that my plan would have potentially worked if there were different circumstances, but here we are… 

I had… no students. 

Until… 

11:45, fifteen minutes before I was meant to close up. And then I had two. Then five. Then seven, nine, ten. As soon as I gave kids instructions to pick out their colors, more would come in. So half the room was bored and waiting for me to start and the other half was spending a lot of time trying to decide which color pink they want. One of them has her arm in a cast. Something wasn’t thought through. 

It is 11:55 when I finally get started. 

“Measure the length from your wrist to your elbow, and then double it.” 

Three adults failed this part. 

“Fold it in half and tie a knot at the top.”

One kid failed this part. 

“Do y’all know how to braid?” A mix of nods and shakes. “Okay, if you know how to braid, go ahead and braid your colors together.”

Three adults failed this part. I had to teach one kid how to braid because his mom refused to show him and eventually just took over herself. None of the parents were willing to help their kids learn, because they insisted that they already knew but clearly did not. I had to teach some of the adults. 

About halfway through this, a kid says “when are we going to make the slime?”

“Slime isn’t until one-o-clock.”

“We thought this was the slime thing.”

How do you get halfway through a friendship braid tutorial and realize that it isn’t slime? Did you think we were going to put it in the slime? Did you think that we were going to dip it in borax and it was going to suddenly be slime somehow? Did you miss the part in the beginning when I said ‘are you here to make friendship bracelets?’ Because I said that to literally everyone that came in through the doors. 

“Okay, now you’re going to put your beads on.” This part they knew how to do. “And when you’re done, you’re going to put a bead over one end and tie a knot around it, then do the same on the other side.”

All of the adults failed this part. 

Around this time, three girls abandoned the craft for their mom to finish in favor of watching whatever mindless children’s entertainment was being played in the baby carriage belonging to a completely different family. So they’ve just left the whole thing to their mother, who is frantically trying to finish because these kids have already learned the age-old art of ‘make someone else do it.’ 

We’re down to seven people and one of the youngest says ‘face painting.’

“The ad said that there’d be face painting.”

“Face painting?”

“FACE PAINTING YAY!”

Suddenly they all want their faces painted. It is 12:25, the class ended 25 minutes ago, I’m supposed to clock out in five minutes, and seven kids are now under the impression that we’re doing face painting. 

“Face painting isn’t until next week. Next week.”

And now… tears. 

The one that brought it up knocked over a bucket of perler beads. The mom is now screaming at her, everyone is upset and I am now ten minutes late to clock out. Some of them are still asking about slime, so now they’re alternating between slime and face painting and the truth is that they want both, but I’m giving them neither and oh man… toddlers are not a pleasant sight when you tell them that they don’t have any choice in the matter. 

They finally figure that the best thing to do is leave, no one is happy, and I’m pretty sure the little one is grounded. 

All of this- all of this

All of this could have been avoided if you’d shown up fifteen minutes later, but sure- Zerg rushing the teacher seems like a way better plan, doesn’t it?

As I am cleaning up the string mess, a line is forming at the door.

“Is this the slime thing?”

“It hasn’t started yet.”

“I’ll wait.” Haha. I’ve played this game. You’ll wait, but you’ll complain to my manager that we made you wait for the event to open before letting you in. 

I finish cleaning up, I get out the door, and the same woman jumps to get into the classroom.

“It doesn’t start until one, ma’am.”

“It said noon!”

“One to three. The event is one til three.”

I know that the color ‘puce’ is hotly contested in terms of it’s actual definition, but her face turned the puciest color I have ever seen. Her son is tugging impatiently at her pant leg. She tells her tiny human that he has to wait longer. 

Haha, don’t care. I’m out, kiddos!

This post is brought to you by Children’s Tears. 

I had two white girls get in my face, demanding to know if I was wearing clothing from a sweatshop.

I was at a circus protest. A circus protest. It wasn’t even a slaughterhouse or anti-meat protest. Nothing to do with labor or products. It was a protest against putting animals in cages and chains, and they still attempted to use oppressed workers as a defense mechanism.

Not to mention the girls were probably wearing sweatshop-made clothing themselves, unless they were privileged enough to be able to afford fair trade labor clothing (not all of us can). I mean, they certainly had enough money to watch wild animals be paraded out like clowns for their entertainment, so I hope they used that money to support fair labor products at the very least since they seemed so passionate about it.

My point is, it doesn’t matter what you protest, or how you protest. People will use any excuse to continue to exploit animals, and they will happily use the plight of marginalized human beings to do so.

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H. J. Res. 184, A Bill to Limit, Regulate, and Prohibit the Labor of Persons Under Eighteen Years of Age, 2/13/1924

Series: Bill Files, 1903 - 1968Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of Representatives, 1789 - 2015

Congressman Israel Moore Foster introduced this joint resolution on February 13, 1924 to the 68th U.S. Congress. The resolution called for a Constitutional amendment to allow the federal government to “have the power to limit, regulate, and prohibit the labor of persons under eighteen years of age,” including child millworkers like Furman Owens of Columbia, SC. It was adopted by both chambers of Congress and later became known as the Child Labor Amendment, but the amendment was never ratified by the required 38 states. Today, the main legislation regulating child labor is the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938.

“Furman Owens, 12 years old. Can’t read. Don’t know A, B, C’s. ‘Yes I want to learn but can’t when I work all the time.’ Been in mills 4 years, 3 years in Olympia Mill, Columbia, S.C.”, 1/16/1909
Series: National Child Labor Committee Photographs taken by Lewis Hine, ca. 1912 - ca. 1912


Learn about other attempts to amend the Constitution at the “Amending America” exhibit now at the National Archives Museum, and featured on Tumblr at @usnatarchivesexhibits!


Today’s post comes via Nora Sutton, one of our interns from the Department of State’s Virtual Student Foreign Service (VSFS) program. Nora is finishing her Master’s in Public History at West Virginia University this semester. 

anonymous asked:

For Happyasus, Obi-wan finally giving birth!

“Qui-Gon…Qui-Gon wake up.” Obi-Wan shakes at his mate, frowning heavily before sighing. “Qui-Gon for Force sake…”

The other Jedi grumbles and shifts against the sheets. “Five more minutes…”

“I don’t have five more minuets Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan huffed in frustration and then winced as a telling wetness spread between his thighs and soaked into the sheets below him, pain lacing his spine and hips. “…Qui-Gon I’m going into labor.”

“Mmmn, that’s nice dear.” The long haired master mumbled.

There was a second where only Obi-Wan’s hitched breathing filled the air.

And then Qui-Gon promptly sat up. “You’re going into LABOR!?”

“Finally he gets it.” Obi-Wan mumbled, shuffling to the edge of the bed and struggling to his feet with one hand on the nightstand. Qui-Gon took that moment to tangle himself further into slightly wet blankets and fall of the bed on the other side, panic filling the Force.

The other man meanwhile quietly shuffled towards the door and opening it. “Please bring my pad, I’d like to have something to rea-”

“You’re going into labor!?” Qui-Gon squeaked, finally getting loose and getting up, grabbing Obi-Wan’s robe to throw it around the other mans shoulders.

“Yes and please keep calm, and quiet down, Anakin is still slee-”

“No I’m not anymore. You going into labor Obi-Wan?” Anakin blinked, moving out of his bedroom while pulling on his own robe. “Need help walking?” He questioned.

“No, no I’m good, try to get your fool master and my mate to calm down though?” Obi-Wan waddled towards the doors before stopping. “Oh, my robe.”

Qui-Gon caught up to his omega and slipped the robe around the others shoulders, making a loud noise in his throat. “How are you so calm!?”

Obi-Wan blinked up at him. “Qui-Gon, I’m in the temple, with healers.” He smiled. “I’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks, months even.” He chuckled.

Shrugging a bit, Anakin picked up a pad from the coffee table. “Mom was a midwife for a lot of omegas back on Tatooine, I saw my fair share of labors and even helped. Obi-Wan’s in a much better place then they were.”

Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin before making a low noise as Qui-Gon picked him up. “Hey, I can walk…”

“I’d rather you not stagger and waddle all the way to the Halls. I hardly think you want people to see you waddle that way either.” Qui-Gon got out, carrying of to the door and out.

()()()

“She wont disappear if you stop staring at her.”

“Shh, precious moments Anakin, let me have this.” Qui-Gon whispered, hands resting on the edge of the crib and his chin on his hands, staring at the baby.

His baby.

His and Obi-Wan’s.

She was small and pink and had tufts of dark hair that looked like Qui-Gon’s when it wasn’t salt and peppered and a tiny button nose.

“…Hello little one.” He whispered. “Welcome to the galaxy sweet one.”

From the medibed, Obi-Wan smiled drowsily at his crooning mate. ‘What a sweet, silly man you are…’

anonymous asked:

DO you agree with William MacAskill's argument that effective altruists should avoid buying Fair Trade goods?

As far as I’m familiar with it, yes. 

The argument I’m familiar with is basically: getting certified as Fair Trade is really expensive and requires ability to navigate administrative procedures in the United States and United Kingdom, which means that your company can only do it with an English-speaking legal team; the very poorest places in the world can therefore pretty much never get certified Fair Trade, whatever their labor practices, so in practice buying Fair Trade is buying from somewhere wealthy enough to comply and demonstrate compliance instead of from the poorest people in the world. 

And it costs a lot more; if you want to use the difference in money between the cost of cheap clothes and food and the cost of Fair Trade clothes and food to fight poverty and exploitation, you’d do better buying the cheap clothes and food and sending the difference to poor people. 

That said, I worry a little bit that some people will be like ‘I don’t buy Fair Trade goods because it’s not effective altruism’ and, you know, not actually do other things instead. Instead of ‘effective altruists should avoid buying Fair Trade goods’ I would phrase it as ‘effective altruists should focus their time and money on ways of improving the world that work better than buying Fair Trade goods’, and that I agree with without reservation.

Much like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the falsely cloaked Working Families Flexibility Act (H.R. 1180/S. 801) would hurt, not help, working women and families. The Working Families Flexibility Act, a true misnomer if ever there was one, would in reality ensure that workers have less time, less flexibility and less money.

This anti-family proposal would force workers to spend more time away from their families in exchange for possibly getting to spend time later with their families. Under this proposal, the employer, not the employee, would determine when earned comp time can be used.

In other words, a low-wage working mother could be forced to work 50 hours one week during Spring Break when her children are off from school, and in exchange for that overtime work get 10 hours off another week when they are back in school. This may be flexibility for the employer, but it would cost the employee extra money for child care, less money in overtime earnings and less time with her family.

Low-wage workers frequently have to rely on their overtime earnings to make ends meet.

Employers currently steal billions of dollars annually from workers in unpaid overtime compensation. This proposal would make this problem even worse, because it would become easier for employers to avoid overtime compensation obligations. Although the bill provides the right to sue in court, low-wage workers lack the resources necessary to engage in costly and protracted litigation, and rightly fear retaliation or losing their jobs.

The bill would also allow employers to “cash out” an employee’s comp time over 80 hours or discontinue the comp time program altogether. This means an employee’s carefully crafted plan to bank time for a child’s birth or surgery could be thwarted by an employer’s decision to cash out the employee’s time or end the program. Under this proposal, there are also no protections for employees to receive the value of their earned comp time if their employer goes out of business or goes bankrupt.

Finally, workers already have some flexibility because of the Fair Labor Standards Act. Currently, employers can and some do allow employees to rearrange their schedules to fit in a school recital or doctor’s appointment. Employees who work a lot of overtime and don’t need more money can already be allowed to take unpaid days off.

anonymous asked:

To be fair to the child labor libertarian person, that is the logical end conclusion of their political ideology

To be fair, you need a very high IQ to understand libertarianism

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Two days ago, via the truly horrible facebook “memory” function, I was reminded of a client who stiffed me $250 for work I had done for him. This was four years ago. In those days, we were very broke, chronically underemployed, and I had lost one of my better paying gigs to an unpaid intern. We were teetering on the brink of disaster, and I was trying to make money by hustling with my art for the first time. 

I found a craigslist ad looking for someone to design a family crest. How exciting, I thought, a chance to design something that also interests me personally. I contacted the original poster, and over the course of several emails settled on a price, and I proceeded to work out a draft, get approval from the client, and execute the final design. I was stupid back then, and inexperienced, so I sent him a file of the final design with no watermark (albeit smaller than the 600dpi file he requested - I thought I was being savvy, that he’d surely pay me to get the full size file. Ha.) and awaited his response.

Days passed. No word. Ten days later I sent him an email, cautiously probing but optimistic that it was nothing more than a standard delay. Ten more days pass. At this point our bills are coming due, our groceries are running out and we had budgeted for that $250 to get us through to the next (meagre) paycheck. I send another email. Nothing.

Instead of having $250 to use for food and electricity, we had nothing. It was a horrible feeling, desperately searching at the last possible minute for ANY extra funds we could throw at the sisyphus-like hill that was our financial situation in those days. I’ll never forget the sting, the slow realization that I had been scammed for my hard work and would see nothing in return for my labor, and on top of that, we had to quickly figure out a way to keep the lights on because the $250 was meant for that.

In time, I moved on. I became smarter and learned how to ask for what I was worth and require security before embarking on new jobs for new clients. I met wonderful clients who really respected the value of an artist’s labor and paid me fairly for the work I did for them. I’m grateful for these clients, because they showed me that not everyone wants to exploit creative labor.

But I never forgot that client, never really let go of the anger, the helpless rage and desperation of needing, NEEDING SO BADLY to be paid for the work I did, and simply being dropped and given no answer whatsoever. 

I stayed silent, though, as so many wronged artists do. So often we do work for free, or for horribly reduced fees because the perception of the world is that simply because we love art, it is not “work.” When we are exploited, straight up ROBBED by people who decide our creative output is free for them to take, we diminish ourselves as artists, craftspeople, LABORERS. When I saw that post come up, all the feelings I had back in 2012 came back to me. I’m grateful that now $250 does not make or break me, but nevertheless I was moved to speak out because of the realization that four years’ worth of artists may have been screwed over by this guy and I won’t stand for it anymore.

Let me tell you something: ART IS LABOR. No matter how you parse it - creating a WORK of art TAKES WORK and anyone who believes you don’t deserve fair compensation for your labor is exploitative and should be exposed to the creative community as such. Sean Ironstag stole from me, and refuses to acknowledge this fact. I believe the record shows I completed my end of the agreement, and it falls to him to correct this.

Don’t let your work be undervalued, discounted, or stolen by people who don’t respect the work it takes to become a competent artist. Stand up for yourself, and for the artists around you who KNOW what the struggle is like. Please share this!


👊ART IS LABOR👊


7 Tips on How to be Fashionably Responsible

Love fashion AND want to do all you can for the environment? This Wednesday, our stylish friend Myriam, Founder of Eco Fashion Week, talks about 7 things you can do to be more fashionably responsible. Take it away Myriam!

1. Ask yourself: “Do I really need it?”

Most of our purchases are impulsive. You will often surprise yourself by answering “no” to the question.

2. Be curious and be informed.

Ask the salesperson in store questions, read labels (where is it made? what is it made of?), follow eco fashion-focused blogs like Ecouterre, Eco-salon, or Tree Hugger.

3. Be proud of bringing your re-usable shopping bags, even if it is in a high-end store.

Does your t-shirt need to be wrapped in a paper with a ribbon, in a box, in a fancy bag with even more paper? There is totally a prestige factor to it, but what happens to all of this after? Re-use? Recycle? Garbage? Being “eco” is not only with your actions, but with your attitude as well.

4. Wear your clothes!

There is no wrong in wearing the same pair of pants or sweater twice or even three times in a week. Be creative and style those differently. Take a minute and look at your closet right now. How many things have you only worn once, or never? Once you are done going through your closet, DONATE!

5. Buy quality.

If you really must buy, make sure your clothes have long lifespans. The higher the quality, the longer the life. Basic and classic pieces should always be part of your wardrobe. Look for well-made clothes with high-end fabrics and materials, and timeless patterns. If you shop this way, you will wear your clothes over and over again without getting tired of them.

6. Take the leap and try second hand clothing.

If you buy around 10 clothing items per month, try to get at least 1 out of 10 of them used. You can find stylish used pieces from vintage and thrift stores. Better yet, exchange clothes with other fashionable friends (it’s free!), or have a fashion swap event. Stop being scared of wearing second hand clothing; there is nothing to fear. Start with accessories, like a purse or a belt, and see how you feel; you’ll start to notice how people compliment you for your fashionably responsible finds..  

7. Find your own “Eco Recipe”.

There are many ways of being fashionably responsible, and we do not have the same personal, human and financial resources. Find what fits you and commit to improve every year. Between second hand clothing, local manufacturing, organic or recycled material, fair labor, upcycling… you have many options. It’s simpler than you think, and guess what, it feels amazing to take action and be the change!


This guest post lovingly crafted for you by:
Myriam L.
Founder of Eco Fashion Week
@ecostylist

(photos from Giphy 1/2/3/4/5/6/7)


Did you know organic and eco fashion labels live on Wantering? Take for example, Greg Lauren, Ralph Lauren’s nephew that creates stylish fashion pieces with military-motif from vintage materials. Check out his work now!