tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147334042024-03-14T13:49:47.376-05:00baxter sez"A swirling mini-cosmos of academic and cultural quirkiness."
--Dan ConoverAlison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.comBlogger904125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-50293759972164398502014-06-13T06:52:00.000-05:002014-06-13T11:32:14.758-05:00It's 52 degrees in MinneapolisHere's where you're supposed to go for this story: <a href="http://alisonpiepmeier.blogspot.com/2014/06/its-52-degrees-in-minneapolis.html">Every little thing.</a>Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-52962758366217230312013-01-26T08:26:00.000-05:002013-01-26T08:26:44.065-05:00George Estreich in the NYTimes, or Welcome TableLet's start this blog post by making it all about me: George Estreich, the guy who wrote this fantastic op-ed in the NYTimes, is a digital friend of mine. We've never met in person (not yet--we have plans to be on a panel together at a conference next year), but we email from time to time, and I try to keep up with what he writes.<br />
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Here's <a href="http://piepmeier.blogspot.com/2011/12/review-of-shape-of-eye.html">my review of his book</a>, <i>The Shape of the Eye</i>, from back in December 2011.<br />
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And more importantly for today's blog post, here's the link to his op-ed, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/26/opinion/a-child-with-down-syndrome-keeps-his-place-at-the-table.html?ref=opinion&_r=1&">"A Child with Down Syndrome Keeps His Place at the Table."</a><br />
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You all have probably heard the story he's writing about. Friends have been posting it on Facebook, and my dad checked in with me last night to confirm that I knew about it. George gives the summary in his piece, but the super-short version is that a family with a five year old child with Down syndrome was eating at a restaurant where they regularly eat. A guy at the next table said, "Special needs children need to be special somewhere else." Then the waiter asked that guy and his party to leave.<br />
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It really is a story with a happy ending. Michael Garcia, the waiter, could have lost his job, but instead he's become a kind of celebrity. My dad told me he's regularly getting $50 tips these days--customers at the restaurant want to congratulate him for being so decent, which is encouraging.<br />
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What George's piece made me realize is that it's particularly encouraging because the restaurant, the table, is such a symbolically significant site. Civil rights activism took place at tables and lunch counters. <a href="http://www.blogher.com/welcome-table">I regularly reflect</a> on that gospel (and civil rights) song, "Sit at the Welcome Table." <i>Where we eat</i> is a signal about where we belong in our community, in our society. Eating is a demonstration of community and also an act of community building. Remember the beautiful, sprawling dinner scene in the film <i>Antonia's Line</i>, where everybody--folks with intellectual disabilities, neurotypical folks, transgender folks, cisgender, everybody--is enjoying a meal together (and thank you, Claire, for introducing me to this film). That's a central moment in the film, a moment when we can recognize that everyone is part of that community. <br />
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As I've written about before (see the link above), Harriet McBryde Johnson's memoir <i>Too Late to Die Young</i> has that fantastic scene where she's eating dinner with Peter Singer, the famous philosopher who's argued--in ways that have been quite convincing to a lot of folks--that parents should be able to end the lives of kids with disabilities until they're two years old. He's basically argued that she's not fully human, and yet there she sits, eating at a table with him, and she needs his help at one point. So she requests it. And he helps her. She enacts her humanity, her membership in his community.<br />
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The song "Sit at the Welcome Table" ends with<br />
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All God's children gonna sit together<br />
All God's children gonna sit together one of these days<br />
Halleluia<br />
All God's children gonna sit together<br />
All God's children gonna sit together one of these days<br />
One of these days.</blockquote>
I'm not a big advocate for God, but that line often comes to me--I find myself singing it in my head--because of the power of all of us sitting together at the table, and what that means.<br />
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Here's Maybelle, in her full humanity, eating some waffles for breakfast. She's not an angel, or a "special needs person" (George accurately notes, "Any word can be repurposed for contempt"). She's a child, a person, a member of our community. And let's imagine that "our" really, really broadly. George ends his piece by saying, "What I live for, though, is the day when the question doesn’t come up." I'm with him: I live for the day when everybody sitting at the table together is no big deal. It's just life. Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-26964160170544428822013-01-25T08:44:00.003-05:002013-01-25T08:44:35.017-05:00List of food (i.e. not a very political post)I haven't blogged for a while, so I thought I'd log back in. We're having a fairly leisurely morning because Maybelle has an ophthalmologist appointment at 10. So as she sits here listening to the Oklahoma soundtrack (currently on her favorite dance number, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg5cwSBnyQU">"The Farmer and the Cowman"</a>) and eating her breakfast, I thought I'd share the list I made of foods Maybelle will eat.<br />
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She's a picky eater. Picky might be a euphemism. She might be far worse than picky. BUT she is growing quite well, is healthy, sleeps well, has loads of energy, etc, so her pediatrician says don't worry about it--whatever she's eating, it's doing its job.<br />
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So here's what she'll eat, sort of in order of preference (although that's subject to change):<br />
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1. yogurt (Chobani Greek is her favorite)<br />
2. O's and milk<br />
3. ice cream (vanilla)<br />
4. waffles<br />
5. French toast<br />
6. scrambled eggs<br />
7. toast with jam<br />
8. pancakes<br />
9. applesauce<br />
10. oatmeal (known around here as hot cereal)<br />
11. cinnamon rolls (only the ones from <a href="http://www.wildflourpastrycharleston.com/">Wildflour</a>, and they only make them on Sundays)<br />
12. bananas<br />
13. sweet potatoes<br />
14. granola<br />
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This morning she and I split three scrambled eggs and three pieces of toast, and then she ate a container and a half of peach yogurt.<br />
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That's it from here. No outrage to share just yet.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-91431309080988849662013-01-16T12:07:00.001-05:002013-01-16T12:07:21.028-05:00GOP JerksI've got <a href="http://www.charlestoncitypaper.com/charleston/why-did-house-republicans-refuse-to-vote-on-the-violence-against-women-act/Content?oid=4504192">a piece in the Charleston <i>City Paper</i> </a>today about the refusal of House Republican leaders to reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act. If I'd decided to call my column "This sucks a monkey penis," this article would work.<br />
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There is no actual mention of monkey penises in the article, though.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-37943982969864210842013-01-15T20:05:00.002-05:002013-01-15T20:05:16.350-05:00Thermonuclear Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A number of you have been concerned about the flea situation around here. I appreciate the emails I've gotten--from colleagues, students, students' parents--loads of wonderful folks expressing empathy, concern, and "been there, done that" sentiments. Thank you!<br />
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Things haven't been horribly dire here--it's not one of those situations where you look down at your legs and see black specks all over your white socks. But it's been grim enough that I'm happy--delighted! overjoyed!--to report that Terminix comes tomorrow to bring what my dad calls Thermonuclear Winter. They will eradicate all living things. All the living things that we care for will be out of the house all day.<br />
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And a special thanks to all of you who've been concerned about this extreme toxin approach and have kept those thoughts to yourself.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-25237138759132246622013-01-12T18:23:00.000-05:002013-01-12T18:23:16.930-05:00Difference<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8358983752/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Hands in her pockets by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Hands in her pockets" height="240" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8515/8358983752_1733701c4d_m.jpg" width="240" /></a>I'm reading Barbara Kingsolver's new novel <i>Flight Behavior</i>, and the main character's four-year-old son is having articulate conversations with an entomologist about the butterflies who have gathered on their property. As I read, I compare this little boy to Maybelle. She's not a person, at four, who can have this sort of conversation yet.<br />
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Let me be really honest. This isn't some sugar-coated narrative from me--I was sort of surprised to discover this about myself: I really am not bothered by this comparison between Maybelle and fictional Preston. I recognize it as a difference, not a deficit. I don't read and feel a loss--"Oh, I'm sorry Maybelle isn't like this!" Instead, I read and see a child who's different from Maybelle, in one of the millions of ways kids are different from each other.<br />
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This morning Maybelle was eating O's and milk ("Whoa! O's and milk!" she proclaimed happily as I brought it to her), and I watched as she scooted her bowl a tiny bit closer to herself, bringing it near the edge of the table so the spoon had less distance to travel (and less distance to drip milk on the table and her lap). "How cool," I thought. "Good observation and action, Maybelle."<br />
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We've had conversations this morning about her stuffed animals. She brought in a baby doll she hasn't played with in probably six months. "Oh, a baby!" I said. "No," she said, "Rainbow!" Right! She has another baby doll whose name is Baby. That doll's name is Rainbow. I'd forgotten. We went through and identified a whole host of creatures: Llama Llama (pronounced "llama mama"), Bollo, Bear, Monkey, Super Grover (pronounced "Super Booger"), Toto. I'm really happy to have these interactions with Maybelle.<br />
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This isn't a post about congratulating myself for working so hard to get to this place. I didn't work to get here. I would have bet money that I would be a person who didn't feel this way--who'd be bummed that my child wasn't going to go on to the Ivy League, who'd be constantly feeling disappointed as I compared my child with Down syndrome to typical kids. As it turns out, I'm fortunate enough that I don't feel that way. I get to enjoy her for the person she is. I'm grateful. Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-31844599855571096772013-01-10T18:51:00.000-05:002013-01-10T20:18:03.915-05:00CrankyWe might have fleas. We're itchy around here, all of us, and I think some of them might be living in the bed.<br />
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So I vacuumed. And let's be clear, I didn't do it well. But I did it. And I took all the stuff I vacuumed up and threw it away outside, so a vacuum container full of roiling fleas and flea eggs isn't growing new fleas in the corner.<br />
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I'm washing the sheets and comforter (which were also peed on--not by Maybelle) in very hot water, and I'm going to dry them in the dryer until they're untouchably hot.<br />
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I'm going to call Terminix tomorrow. We have a whole house bug contract, which means flea treatments are FREE. That was a good move back in the day! They'll come in and spray incredibly toxic chemicals all over the house. If anybody reading this has thoughts about using homeopathic remedies, all natural oils or something, those thoughts may be entirely valid--<i>but I don't want to hear them. </i>You tell a friend how unhinged Alison Piepmeier is, and let me be. I want the fleas <i>dead.</i><br />
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Now I'm going to go eat my current favorite food: waffles with peanut butter (Jif, thank you very much, not some healthy peanut butter), syrup (Log Cabin), and bananas. Maybelle's having ice cream.<br />
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That is all.<i> </i>Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-31643786133289413442012-12-30T12:27:00.002-05:002012-12-30T12:27:28.677-05:00Maybelle's first snow<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8325601163/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Snow in Cookeville by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Snow in Cookeville" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8214/8325601163_6f2ff492df_n.jpg" /></a>It's been flurrying for the last several days in Cookeville, where Maybelle and I are spending the remainder of our holiday vacation. Maybelle's a Charlestonian, so she's not that fond of snow. It's fairly cold, and it's not affiliated in any way with swimming, performing numbers from <i>Oklahoma</i>, or eating yogurt--her favorite activities. But it's her first snow! I felt it was important to get her out in it--to force her to interact with it and acknowledge its existence.<br />
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Claire, who comes from upstate New York, has suggested that we go sledding. This, she has said, is the way to make snow really fun, and she's asked several times whether I've had a chance to do it yet. So this morning I thought I should document what "snow" means in middle Tennessee, so that Claire can let go of this lovely and yet not really applicable notion.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-76961065659372984232012-12-29T22:01:00.001-05:002012-12-29T22:01:27.074-05:00Hot tap waterI like to drink a cup of hot tap water. It's one of my favorite winter beverages. Amber has suggested that this makes me a bit like someone's grandma. In fact, it's a beverage that even Maybelle's Nonni rejects. But I truly enjoy it. <br />
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I'm drinking a cup of it right now.<br />
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It's like exactly the temperature of my body, so I can stay hydrated without getting chilly. It doesn't hurt my teeth. It has no flavor, no caffeine, no effect on my breath. It requires no effort to have a cup, and then another cup.<br />
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I'm not sure that I'm the marketing genius who's going to make this drink take off, but I'm surprised other people don't enjoy it as much as I do.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-36356299028316707852012-12-26T10:35:00.000-05:002012-12-26T10:35:05.710-05:00Far from the Tree--I finally finished it<i>Far from the Tree</i> is a challenging book. It's grim. The last chapter is about love, and Solomon has some beautiful things to say about love in the face of challenge, about the fact that challenges only make love stronger, more complex, more inexplicable. But the book as a whole isn't an upper. I guess this isn't surprising; as Solomon admits at the end, "For many years, my primary identity was as a historian of sadness. Pictures of despair are widely admired, and perfect bleakness is generally thought to reflect the integrity of the author. But when I've tried to write about happiness, I've had an inverse relation, which is that you cannot write about it without seeming shallow."<br />
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I've been reading the book during a challenging period in my own life, so that's affected what I've seen, of course. And I've been reading through my own lens, the lens of a person for whom Down syndrome isn't a "disease" and certainly isn't a tragedy--it's simply one of many characteristics that helps make my daughter the person she is in the world. So this is a book that's triggered a lot of tension in me as I've read.<br />
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Thinking about the book as a whole, it strikes me less as a book about love and more as a book about the terrible suffering that happens in so many families, for so many different reasons. Every chapter documents all kinds of suffering--children who are neglected despite their mothers' best efforts because they were conceived when the mother was raped, families where the parents are exquisitely loving but that doesn't alter the destructive effects of schizophrenia on one of the children, school systems that refuse to allow a transgender child to be the person s/he is. Every chapter has glimpses of happiness, of course, but just glimpses. It's a book that leaves me feeling sad, feeling that there's a great deal of work still to be done.<br />
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And this may be Solomon's honest assessment of the world he's extensively researched. I don't know that I can offer this as a critique of the book specifically. Solomon has done his work: he's made long-term relationships with the families he's interviewed. The breadth of his conversations are impressive. He mentions talking to a family when a child was young, and then again when the child was in high school, and then interviewing the child in college: I've got nothing like this in my own research experience. So I'm not suggesting that Solomon hasn't done his work.<br />
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I'd like more hope, though. And this is related to <a href="http://www.piepmeier.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-early-thoughts-on-far-from-tree.html">my earlier thoughts on the book</a>. I have a friend who has a daughter who exhibits some characteristics that might be related to autism, and <i>under no circumstances</i> should this friend read the book. This book should be kept far, far away from her. I'm not kidding. If you're a parent with potential anxieties about autism, this book will only trigger all your fear and misery. You get a couple of pages of happiness about neurodiversity, and the rest of the chapter is about how miserable and difficult life is. <br />
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I get that it's important that we allow all parents to express the complexity of their emotions. Expecting parents of kids with disabilities to adhere to a party line of "everything's great!" is oppressive, of course, and reductive. But I feel that we get plenty of narratives in the world that portray the grief and difficulty of parenting a kid with a disability (most parents' memoirs, for instance, offer more of the grief than of the recognition that things are pretty good).<br />
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He portrays a world in which more social supports would be useful--and I agree with this. He advocates for community, for the formation of the sorts of families and societies that will support each of us--and I agree with this, too. He's also a big believer in reproductive rights. So most of the premises of the book are premises I agree with. And if you're a parent who <i>is </i>miserable, this book will probably be extremely comforting, because it's a book that will let you know that there are others struggling like you--others who aren't bad parents but who are human beings with a range of emotional reactions.<br />
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He also claims several times that diversity is a strength. Near the end of the book he acknowledges that research shows that inclusion in society helps everybody: "Building a compassionate society benefits not only those who are newly tolerated, but also those who who are newly tolerating." And yet I didn't finish the book with this as my overarching take-away. My somewhat snarky take-away is, "Wow, parents of kids with challenging identities are such heroes. Their lives sure are hard." Since I'm thinking a lot about the ways we encourage prenatal testing, and the ways in which we make termination of pregnancies the intuitively obvious "solution" to differences identified in utero, I found the book troubling.<br />
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This is a book I'll return to. Solomon has enough solid ideas that I suspect I'll quote him. But it's not a book I'm going to suggest my friends rush out to read.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-24088163255996035842012-12-13T20:08:00.000-05:002012-12-13T20:13:27.475-05:00Things that suck a monkey penis; or, requests for suggestions for my column nameAs y'all know, I write a monthly column for Charleston's <i>City Paper.</i> I've been doing it since July, I guess. It's been fun, and I continually get feedback on it. For instance, Conseula and I had lunch today at Jack's, and as I was checking out, the cashier said, "I love your column!"<br />
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Every time I write a column, though, it's just labeled "Guest Column." I'm a regular monthly columnist, so it's time that my column has a name. And I am <i>terrible</i> at coming up with names. Just terrible. So I emailed my editor to ask him for suggestions.<br />
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He wrote,<br />
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Hmm.<br />
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Give me some themes to work with. Like say three words.<br />
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All I can come up with now is: On a Gender Bender. And I don't think that even remotely works. </blockquote>
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So I responded,<br />
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Ha! But that’s better than anything I’d come up with!<br />
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Themes: whatever Alison wants to talk about. Feminism. Sexism sucks. Tearing down the white supremacist heterosexist patriarchy. Ovaries are awesome.</blockquote>
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And he said,<br />
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Ooh. Ovaries Are Awesome. Interesting.</blockquote>
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Okay, that was just me riffing. My column can't be titled "Ovaries Are Awesome." I'm not that committed to ovaries. They are awesome, but so are lots of other body parts, and really I don't want to essentialize women. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0TJHqILbXOM-R2_FQvJxWtWPG7ZKTioJF7RNswUJAvvjyYLgke6zta9-faPw-Kf942o44EnNmkIkL3XpMhX85BtveObkAE6btLD_b0ULONAI3mA8e_mp4-FlwrPQKVG5QCM/s1600/COMMKMBT20020121214094054.tif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0TJHqILbXOM-R2_FQvJxWtWPG7ZKTioJF7RNswUJAvvjyYLgke6zta9-faPw-Kf942o44EnNmkIkL3XpMhX85BtveObkAE6btLD_b0ULONAI3mA8e_mp4-FlwrPQKVG5QCM/s1600/COMMKMBT20020121214094054.tif" /></a>Then this afternoon, I was sharing this dilemma with Amber. During that conversation, she happened to notice some pictures on my desk--pictures that Catherine, Trey, and I drew over the weekend. Pictures of monkey penises. She was sort of shocked. I told her that sometimes when things suck <i>really badly</i>, they suck a monkey penis. And that's what these pictures were meant to capture. (I've made it really small here so perhaps you won't be as distressed as Amber was.)<br />
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Then Amber suggested that my column often identifies things that are wrong with the world: sexist underwear, elected officials who think that you can't get pregnant if you're raped, college campuses where women are raped on a regular basis, and women not being elected to political office. She suggested that the column be called<br />
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Things That Suck a Monkey Penis.</blockquote>
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So, Baxter Sez readers, it's time for you to come up with some <i>better </i>suggestions for my <i>City Paper</i> column name. Please leave them in the comments section!Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-22127845594362343602012-12-11T10:55:00.002-05:002012-12-11T10:55:48.688-05:00I made it to 40I talked with my parents this morning and told my mom she doesn't seem nearly old enough to have a forty year old daughter. And yet, she does! Here I am. I made it to forty.<br />
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When the brain tumor was diagnosed three years ago (or, precisely, two years and 352 days ago), I wondered if I'd make it to forty. I'm really happy--and grateful--to be here. Maybelle is four--another thing I wondered: would I see my daughter this old? My memories of childhood start around four, so I'm delighted that I'm part of Maybelle's life right now.<br />
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And my health is good! This isn't the blog post announcing that I'm on the decline. But I thought I'd be sort of honest here and share what I don't often share in person: this birthday is important to me at least in part because it means I'm still alive. My mortality is part of my consciousness a lot more than I let on.<br />
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Last night I got into bed and got to nestle next to a sleeping Maybelle (have I mentioned that we're doing the family bed these days? We are. Snuggle-bugging all night long). I got to smell her lavender-shampoo hair, and her kind of funky breath, which I love. I'm so grateful for her little warm body, and for her wide eyes and smile in the morning. "First potty, then Lela and the girls*," she said this morning. Excellent way to start the day.<br />
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She also wished me a happy birthday, when I prompted her.<br />
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I'm grateful for having such a powerful circle of friends. My best friends in the world were here for my birthday weekend. (We didn't get a picture together! How is this possible?) I've never had that happen before, and it was such a gift. Their different strengths and talents were on display, from excellent questions to savvy reframing of difficult situations to warmth and teasing. I felt like I was in the middle of...what...only goofy metaphors are coming to mind: a vortex, a circle of uplift (Eliza: come up with a better metaphor!). And all of them love Maybelle, who can name them all and is perfectly happy to request that they pick her up, put her on their shoulders, take her to the potty, etc.<br />
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I'm grateful for Uncle Trey (his official name now, although that might be a bit creepy since he's my brother, not my uncle), who is attempting to overcome his fear of poo atoms and wipe Maybelle's bottom. <br />
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And let me tell you how great my family is: great! I have a reliable source of unconditional love from Aaron and Mary, and my mom and dad.<br />
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With each new decade, I'm realizing more and more that life is a combination of things that are incredibly challenging and things that are wonderful. They're both happening all the time, at the same time. So today I'm going to try to focus on the wonderful stuff. I'm wearing my "Han shot first" shirt. I'm eating Hershey's candy cane kisses. I'm going to have dinner with loved ones tonight and then watch <i>Star Wars.</i> And I'm forty! <br />
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*<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lela and the girls are her hand-me-down Groovy Girls. Lela was initially her favorite, and the other three are "the girls." Each one's name is "girl." A bit like Larry, his brother Darryl, and his other brother Darryl.</span>Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-57651516127533946662012-12-01T14:39:00.001-05:002012-12-01T14:39:32.261-05:00My early thoughts on Far from the Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've made progress in reading Andrew Solomon's <i>Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity.</i> This is the book I referred to in <a href="http://www.piepmeier.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-review-of-far-from-tree.html">a blog post</a> earlier this week because so many people had sent me links to <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2012/11/andrew_solomon_s_far_from_the_tree_parents_children_and_the_search_for_identity.single.html">Cristina Nehring's review</a> on Double X. Nehring offers her story of her own mysterious, challenging, delightful, and enriching life with her daughter Eurydice as a counternarrative to what Solomon offers. Her review made me fear that Solomon's take on Down syndrome was going to make my jaw sore from all the grinding of my teeth. My expectations for him were <i>low.</i><br />
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So I'm happy to report that his chapter on Down syndrome didn't enrage me as I'd feared it would. It also didn't delight me. It made me sigh several times in sadness. Like, "Really? We're still having to fight this battle?"<br />
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One small but significant problem: he uses the phrase "mental retardation" several times. The use of this phrase doesn't define someone's work, of course, but it's often a warning sign. We simply don't use this phrase anymore. It's an insult, not a description. The descriptive phrase is <i>intellectual disability.</i> When people use the phrase "mental retardation" without scare quotes (as one might say, "Back in the day they called people like Maybelle 'mentally retarded'"), then I think at best they haven't been paying attention. And he <i>has</i> been paying attention to other groups. He understands the difference between "deaf" as descriptive and "Deaf" as the term for a cultural group. He explains in his chapter called "Dwarfs" that<br />
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The word <i>midget</i>, first coined to describe LPs [little people] displayed as curiosities, and drawn from the <i>midge</i>, an annoying small insect, is now considered deeply offensive--the LP equivalent of <i>nigger</i> or <i>spic</i> or <i>faggot</i>--and many mothers told me how much they feared that their child would be subject to this appellation. But the general population doesn't know that <i>midget</i> is an insult (126).</blockquote>
The general population doesn't know, but he knows and he informs them. Why, then, doesn't he know the same fact about "mental retardation"?<br />
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Another moment at which I sighed: he began his description of Down syndrome with a list of potential medical problems, a list nine lines long. This is an incredibly common thing. Many women who've had prenatal testing and learned that their fetus has Down syndrome are immediately greeted with this description of the condition: nine lines of potential pathologies. Your child might have thyroid disorders! Celiac disease! And let's not forget Alzheimer's! <br />
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Fortunately, Solomon doesn't stay simply in the medical pathologies. His chapter on Down syndrome is complex, but it leans toward grief. I was surprised to find that his discussion of Emily Perl Kingsley, author of "Welcome to Holland," and her son Jason Kinglsey, author of <i>Count Us In: Growing Up with Down Syndrome</i>, portrays them as somewhat tragic. Although this family was a crucial force in destroying myths about Down syndrome, Solomon shows them as trailblazers who are now sort of sad, because they recognized that they couldn't change as much as they'd hoped to. Jason is doing much better than people with Down syndrome were thought to be able to do, but he's still not able to do everything he wants. Solomon reports,<br />
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[Emily Kingsley] told me mournfully, "The primary job of most parents is to make their kids think they can do anything; my primary job is to take him down. Reduced to a sentence, it's 'You're not smart enough to do what you want to do.' Do you know how much I hate having to say that?" (176) </blockquote>
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But of course, this is true of everybody, right? I live with a person who's gone through years of his life a little sad that he's not a professional musician. As a father interviewed in this chapter says, "We all learn that we have strengths and weaknesses. I'm never going to be able to play basketball. Is it sad when you realize that you're different? Or is it just somehow coming to terms with your own identity?" (218).<br />
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I met Jason and Emily before Maybelle was even a year old, and they didn't seem tragic to me. I thought it was just wonderful to meet them, and I wish I had a picture of Jason squatting down and playing with Maybelle and her friend Rosemary who were lying on a baby blanket together. As I read this chapter, I wondered what the Kingsleys think of it as they read what he did with their interview. Was this what Emily Kingsley was going for?<br />
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He presents happy parents as well, and he has some very good thoughts about how troubling it is when parents praising their kids with Down syndrome emphasize their intelligence. He notes that "to universalize intelligence and achievement as a measure of worth is in some ways to deny who they [people with Down syndrome] are. They are not so bright and can't accomplish so much by general standards, but have real virtues and are capable of personal fulfillment" (204). I wish he'd take this point a bit further. <br />
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Solomon and others who don't have an intimate connection with Down syndrome often display what my friend Claire calls "impoverished imagination." They see people with qualitatively different lives--<i>particularly</i> where intellectual disability is concerned--and they think, "What a shame." What Nehring argues, and what I'll be arguing in my book, is that people
with Down syndrome offer more than a model of personal fulfillment--i.e. the best-case scenario isn't merely, "Well, they're happy"--although that's important, of course. But more than this, they bring real diversity to the world--a different way of evaluating
achievement and intelligence and value. Maybelle's life is forcing me to question my assumptions, to discard them, and to have the opportunity to imagine something different.<br />
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I'm still only a third of the way through the book, so I'll report back in when I've finished it.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-10269865497042117012012-11-29T11:09:00.005-05:002012-11-29T11:09:53.204-05:00A review of Far from the TreeI'm still reading Andrew Solomon's <i>Far from the Tree.</i> I haven't finished it yet--indeed, I'm only on page 95 out of 962 pages (!!)--but I'm finding it quite thought-provoking. For instance, here's a great quote about parenthood:<br />
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Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.</blockquote>
And this one:<br />
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It is always both essential and impossible to tease apart the difference between the parents' wanting to spare the child suffering and the parents' wanting to spare themselves suffering.</blockquote>
I'll blog here in a substantive way when I've finished the book. I can already tell that Andrew Solomon is going to be quoted at least once or twice in my book.<br />
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But here's why I'm blogging: three or four people have sent me a link to this review in the last 24 hours. It's a really good piece, and it makes me strongly suspect that I'm going to be gritting my teeth painfully while reading Solomon's chapter on Down syndrome.<br />
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<a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2012/11/andrew_solomon_s_far_from_the_tree_parents_children_and_the_search_for_identity.single.html">"Loving a Child on the Fringe."</a> Check out the adorable pictures of Eurydice.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-83835429287543098572012-11-28T07:19:00.003-05:002012-11-28T07:19:46.638-05:00Temple Grandin at CofC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night Temple Grandin spoke at the College of Charleston, a free public lecture sponsored by the <a href="http://reach.cofc.edu/">REACH Program</a>. And the night before, I got to have dinner with her!<br />
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Dr. Grandin is a person who's so famous now that I don't feel the need to introduce her at all. In fact, one of the really interesting things we learned at dinner was how she responds to that fame. She said she feels it as a tremendous responsibility. She said that she didn't want to let it get to her head, and she made reference to Greg Mortenson and General Patraeus as people who'd made that mistake.<br />
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"The thing with those two," I said, "is that everybody didn't respond by saying, 'Oh, white men. We knew it. We knew that they weren't capable of achieving anything, and they've proved it.'"<br />
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She agreed. As a person with autism, people are looking to her as an example. She said that she has to be careful how she behaves. "I can't ever get angry in public," she told us. She's a <i>huge</i> advocate for appropriate, polite behavior from all kids and people, and she was especially emphatic about how important this is for kids with intellectual disabilities. "Teach them to say please and thank you," she said. "Teach them to shake hands and say 'Nice to meet you.' Teach them to take turns."<br />
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Biffle and I have been talking about this with Maybelle. I'm really quite comfortable with her being a naked, syrup-covered person who stands on the dining room table turning the light on and off, but we recognize that she's got to learn what the outside world's expectations are for behavior (and, in fact, she's doing pretty well with this). While our household can be a place where she's experimental and boundary-testing, appropriate behavior is going to make things easier for her in the rest of the world. People are already going to have low expectations for her. She'll already have challenges. If she is incredibly polite, she'll immediately challenge people's assumptions.<br />
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I have mixed feelings about this, though. This is due in part to my upbringing, which was replicated in our visit to my parents over Thanksgiving. Pretty much the only rule for Maybelle in my parents' house was that if my parents' feet were cold, Maybelle had to wear slippers. That's it. My parents taught me that "rules" and "appropriate behavior" were quite pliable, not to mention socially constructed. I remember my dad joking at the dinner table that probably my brothers and I would consistently be eating with silverware by the time we went to college.<br />
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Okay, but back to Temple Grandin. She characterized herself as a "bottom up" thinker, and she was skeptical of all labels. "I don't care about the label," she told some of the parents who came up to ask questions after her talk. "Just tell me about your child. I need to know more details before I can give you my opinion." And in general her advice was that they should try different things. If their child is improving--doing better with reading, or communicating, or math, or art--then they're doing great, and keep doing it. <br />
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She was also a huge advocate of supporting each child's strengths. If a kid is terrible at reading but great at math, then let that kid keep doing better and better with math. "But don't push it on them," she said. "Learning is supposed to be fun."<br />
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I also appreciated how she characterized herself. She's a person who does <i>a lot</i> of talks about autism (she told us at dinner that about 90% of her time is spent on the road), but first and foremost she describes herself as a professor at Colorado State University, someone who specializes in livestock management. And she's also a person with autism. "Autism doesn't define me," she said.<br />
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I really enjoyed her talk, and I was honored to meet her. I didn't necessarily agree with everything she said, though. Even though Women's and Gender Studies was one of the cosponsors of her talk, she expressed intense skepticism about WGS to the WGS students who took her to breakfast yesterday. "You've got to be able to <i>do things</i> and get a job," she told them. I didn't get to give her my "what you can do with a degree in WGS" spiel, but if I meet her again, I will.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-12985870851767628332012-11-28T06:03:00.002-05:002012-11-28T06:03:20.787-05:00Latest article in the City PaperStarting on November 18, our local paper has been running articles about rape on the College of Charleston campus. The Nov. 18 article focused on an alleged gang rape of a female athlete by a group of male athletes. She dropped out of school in the aftermath. They did not. <a href="http://www.charlestoncitypaper.com/charleston/the-recent-sexual-assault-allegation-highlights-the-need-for-change/Content?oid=4239084">Here's my response</a> in the <i>City Paper.</i><br />
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And in case you want some of the other stories, here are the ones from the <i>Post & Courier:</i><br />
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Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-66274885473819188432012-11-24T19:39:00.001-05:002012-11-24T19:42:22.195-05:00Things we have eaten:Trey and I:<br />
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<li>Three separate meals of turkey, gravy, sweet potato souffle, and cranberry salad</li>
<li>Ralph's butter twists</li>
<li>Japanese food at Taiko</li>
<li>Fish tacos</li>
<li>Several bowls of homemade granola</li>
<li>Pecan and cherry pies</li>
<li>Whipped cream on pie and coffee</li>
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Maybelle:<br />
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<li>Cheerios and soymilk</li>
<li>Bananas</li>
<li>Sweet potatoes, and most importantly--and most often--</li>
<li>Yogurt </li>
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Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-54534101686597416522012-11-22T08:28:00.001-05:002012-11-22T08:28:15.861-05:00Sarah Josepha Hale<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2671/1343/1600/925414/180px-Hale2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2671/1343/200/754216/180px-Hale2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
Sarah Josepha Hale should be on a t-shirt. If she's already on a t-shirt, someone should get that for me for a present. Of course she's got some problems--everybody does, and when you're a feminist scholar studying folks, those problems become apparent. But she was an incredibly influential woman in the 19th century, and it's because of her that Thanksgiving is a national holiday.<br />
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For 25 years, she wrote letters to the Presidents. She was like, "Listen, y'all, July 4 is a great holiday, but it's the only one we've got. You know that it would help our national unity if we had one more, at a different time of year, that has symbolic connection to the founding of our country and all that." She said, "You know that everybody loves turkey, and people need an excuse to eat a ridiculous amount of pie. So come on."<br />
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Because she was the editor of <i>Godey's Ladies Book</i>, a magazine that was so famous that it makes famous things today look puny by comparison, people paid some attention to her. And in 1863, Abraham Lincoln was like, "Dude, that SJH has a good idea. This Civil War's got everybody down, and pumpkin consumption is on the decline. The sweet potato lobby has been pushing for more support. So what the hell: let's make Thanksgiving a national holiday, on the fourth Thursday of November every year."<br />
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And here we are: celebrating Thanksgiving, but most of us not offering the tiniest thought to the woman who made it happen, Sarah Josepha Hale. Just about every year I draw people's attention to her, and yet I haven't generated the kind of viral attention that SJH needs. So tell your dining companions about her. She got us all a day off and a patriotic opportunity to eat pecan pie (and celebrate the eugenic efforts to rid the country of its indigenous population, but we'll put that aside for the moment).<br />
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Hurray, Sarah Josepha Hale!Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-91995047269630641522012-11-21T07:31:00.001-05:002012-11-21T07:31:18.445-05:00Thanksgiving post #1This morning Uncle Trey, Maybelle, and I are heading to Tennessee to spend the holiday with Nonni, Poppi, Uncle Aaron, and Aunt Mary. Biffle is staying here. He needs a break, some true down time. I might have been suspicious of this, but two weeks ago I was at the National Women's Studies Association Conference for five days--five days alone in a big, luxurious hotel room. <i>Alone.</i> It felt like an amazing retreat. So I endorse Biffle having a retreat of his own. Plus, holidays are often a weird combination of excitement and dread, connection and tension, happiness and serious depression (as was the case for me last Christmas). If Biffle wants to sit this one out, right on.<br />
Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-1672021967549733592012-11-10T10:09:00.000-05:002012-11-10T10:09:11.628-05:00More about NWSA<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8172162548/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Books I have with me. by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Books I have with me." height="320" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8479/8172162548_8802b02e3d_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>Yesterday I bought nine books.<br />
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I came to Oakland with six books. I read two on the plane, and wanted to be sure I had options for what to read here, and on the way home. Plus, I needed books to help me complete my presentation, which is this afternoon.<br />
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That means that when I pack tomorrow to leave, I'll have to somehow fit fifteen books into my suitcase.<br />
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I'm not allowed to buy <i>any</i> books today.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-79904331728115363082012-11-09T08:12:00.000-05:002012-11-20T13:49:24.032-05:00#NWSA2012(I wrote the title that way to show that I'm in the know. I just recently learned about all the hashtag business.)<br />
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I'm at the National Women's Studies Association's 35th conference this weekend, in Oakland, CA. I feel a bit like an extravert at this conference, because I get to hang out with my cool, funky, super-smart feminist friends from around the continent, and I just get in the habit of talking and talking and talking.<br />
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Because of the time zone shift, though, I get tired <i>really early.</i> Last night <a href="http://www.bsos.umd.edu/socy/people/pcollins.html">Patricia Hill Collins</a> gave what I'm sure was an excellent keynote address, but she started at 7:45pm. Which to my body meant 10:45. And you all know that I tend to go to bed by 10, so I couldn't really process what she was saying. I'll get her new book, though, and then maybe I'll have things to say about her.<br />
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At lunchtime I was wide awake. Just before lunch I'd been up in my room, pondering a chapter in my book project, and thinking about eugenics. Disability studies scholars use the term "eugenics" quite often, particularly when talking about prenatal testing and termination of pregnancies, but I find it troubling given the conversations I've had with women who've terminated their pregnancies. Their stories aren't stories of "we need a better baby." Their stories are about feeling that they can't bring a person into the world when that person will suffer and not have the life they want their child to have.<br />
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So I sat down at the lunch table next to a person, and asked her what she studies. "The history of science," she said. "Particularly eugenics."<br />
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Hark! What a perfect coincidence. So I asked her questions and wrote down her answers. I'm going to be quoting her in my talk on Saturday. She agreed with me that this whole line of questioning is incredibly complicated (the thesis statement for my book), but she made a compelling argument that decisions people are making today about which children to have do seem quite similar to the Progressive Era eugenics she studies. She said that eugenics becomes a kind of cultural context, so people are voluntarily making decisions that fit within a eugenic context. It's not that the individuals are eugenicist--they aren't Nazis--but they are part of a context that's shaping the choices available to them.<br />
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Her name is <a href="http://www.uwosh.edu/womens-studies/faculty-staff/susan-rensing">Susan Rensing</a>, and she knows who I am because she teaches my stuff in her classes. She doesn't teach <i>Girl Zines</i>--that would be too obvious. Instead, she teaches my <a href="http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/03/02/choosing-to-have-a-child-with-down-syndrome/">Motherlode essay</a> and one of my favorite blog posts, <a href="http://piepmeier.blogspot.com/2011/10/reasons-why-feminism-is-good.html">"Reasons why feminism is a good prerequisite for having a child with Down syndrome."</a> I think it's awesome that her students are discussing these pieces! I would love to be part of the conversations. Susan, you should Skype me in.<br />
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Also, I learned from Susan's colleague <a href="http://www.uwosh.edu/womens-studies/faculty-staff/christie-launius">Christie Launius</a> that Susan's students think we look alike. So let me say to any of Susan's students who are reading the blog: she has a <i>much</i> funkier haircut than I have now.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-25473458226165295892012-11-03T17:47:00.002-05:002012-11-03T17:47:46.993-05:00Halloween<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8143306492/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Mary Poppins at the Cistern by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Mary Poppins at the Cistern" height="500" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8052/8143306492_4b7a7786d1.jpg" width="333" /></a>We had an excellent Halloween this year. Maybelle still didn't accept any candy while trick or treating, which was a bummer for her chocolate-loving parents, but she enthusiastically enjoyed just about every aspect of the holiday.<br />
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She was Mary Poppins this year. It's a movie she adores (in fact, she's watching it right now, as I type this blog post), and one of the benefits is that it's a good enough movie that it's only now becoming horribly irritating to Biffle and me.<br />
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Biffle found all the different parts of her costume at thrift stores around town, and altered them in various ways so that they worked to create a really solid Mary Poppins look. You can't see it in the picture here, but he went so far as to do some elaborate painting on the handle of her umbrella so that it looked like Mary Poppins' parrot handle. Maybelle loved, loved, loved her costume (in fact, she's wearing the Mary Poppins hat right now, as she watches the movie).<br />
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Her school did a parade on campus as they do every Halloween. It's such a neat tradition--folks come out of their offices and wave at the kids as they walk down the street from their school to the center of campus. Then at the center of campus--the Cistern--the kids run around, leap into the air as if they're Mary Poppins, and get pictures taken.<br />
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Here we are, getting our picture taken together.<br />
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And here are Maybelle and Megan, who's dressed as Batman. BatMAN, not Batgirl or Batwoman. She felt that she should be allowed to be the main hero regardless of gender, and of course I support her in that.<br />
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Trey was dressed as a terrifying cardinal. When we gathered with friends in our neighborhood for the Halloween party we've attended <a href="http://piepmeier.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-from-maybelle.html">since Maybelle was two months old</a>, Trey and I were both in truly disturbing rubber heads he bought for us. I was a squirrel. Claire and Larry didn't know that Trey (or Treydinal) was behind them in this picture. I think they were both quite creeped out when they saw it.<br />
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Maybelle wasn't all that creeped out. She learned quite quickly that the cardinal was Uncle Trey and the squirrel was Mama. Here she's taking the cardinal head off to reveal Trey. For what it's worth, she's now sitting beside me, watching me type, and she looked at this picture and said, "Uncle Trey."<br />
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It was a Happy Halloween!Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-52047518307141468092012-11-03T07:42:00.001-05:002012-11-03T07:42:16.776-05:00Embracing Human DiversityCheck it out--a podcast! This is <a href="http://www.uupodcasts.com/embracing-human-diversity-alison-piepmeier/">the talk I gave at the Unitarian Church</a> in August. I just listened to it--it's pretty good.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-48495886482203816802012-10-30T14:51:00.004-05:002012-10-30T14:52:31.752-05:00One more picture from the fair<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8132038526/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="The only picture of Alison and Claire together by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="The only picture of Alison and Claire together" height="374" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8051/8132038526_99307b3ce4.jpg" width="500" /></a>
Amber said this picture is her favorite one from my pictures of the fair. She said that the looks of confusion and vague irritation are a regular part of Claire's and my life, and for us to be captured together with these expressions was just great.<br />
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I find that very amusing.Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733404.post-68652533310494062082012-10-29T17:21:00.001-05:002012-10-29T17:21:11.465-05:00The fair, 2012Saturday, as a tropical storm was bearing down on Charleston, Claire, Adam, Nina, Uncle Trey, Maybelle, and I went to the fair. Why? According to Adam, "The fair is the best day of the year!"<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8132043990/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Roller coaster! by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Roller coaster!" height="240" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8329/8132043990_e9a4db9ab2_m.jpg" width="240" /></a>I figured that the worst case scenario with a visit to the fair on a rainy, gusty day was that we'd be eating funnel cakes while shivering under vendors' tents. Instead, we had a sort of best case scenario: it wasn't raining, but everybody stayed away, so we had no lines for any rides. None. No lines. Adam, Nina, and I have ridden the roller coaster the Crazy Mouse several years in a row, and we've always had to wait and wait and wait--up to 45 minutes or an hour. This time we walked onto the ride, rode, and then walked around to the entrance and rode it again.<br />
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(The second time we rode, Nina did not sit next to me, because she observed--correctly--that I scream the entire time.) <br />
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It was also a kind of best case scenario because this year, Maybelle enjoyed just about all of it. In previous years she's been terrified of animals and wary, if not terrified, of rides. This year she was fairly open to the animals, and she really enjoyed the rides.<br />
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Nina and Adam were both incredibly sweet--for rides that were too small for adults to ride, they rode with Maybelle.<br />
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Maybelle rode the merry-go-round twice--once with me, once with Claire (after the first time made me a bit sick to my stomach).<br />
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Claire and Trey both expressed admiration for my dad's rule at the fair--no rides that go in circles or leave the ground--but Claire broke that rule twice, once by riding the merry-go-round and once by going on the skyride with me and Maybelle. The skyride is like a ski lift. It takes you up hundreds of feet in the air with only a bar across your lap. Once we got up there, Claire and I were both a bit terrified, clutching Maybelle's body so that she couldn't move<i> at all</i>. Fortunately, Maybelle thought it was pretty cool.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alisonpiepmeier/8129224131/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Alison and Trey at the fair by AlisonPiepmeier, on Flickr"><img alt="Alison and Trey at the fair" height="240" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8195/8129224131_d0732fcaee_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>Trey didn't ride a thing. He took tons of pictures and enjoyed the best part of the fair: food. Collectively I believe we ate elephant ears, funnel cakes, sweet potato fries, corn dogs, gyros, and one turkey leg. <br />
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Maybelle ate two containers of yogurt. She still wouldn't even try the funnel cake. So we have one more thing to work on for next year's fair. Alison Piepmeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972854288403934814noreply@blogger.com4