2. The Waffle House Index, or assessing just how much damage a natural disaster has caused.
A few years ago, I tried to take a bus to a small town outside of Toronto. I checked to confirm that the bus I wanted offered accessible service, and when I arrived at the station I was relieved to see a bus with the International Symbol of Access (ISA) pull up in front of me. But when I asked the driver to let me use the lift to get on, he looked at me incredulously and said I couldn’t use the lift unless I was seated and secured in a wheelchair. Although I couldn’t climb the steep bus steps, I wasn’t a wheelchair user. In that moment, as I stared at the ISA sign, I realized that I was both disabled and not disabled enough – or not disabled in the right way to access this accessible bus.
4. First aid for psychosis (h/t Ozy)
7. Surviving in an open-plan office. Augh augh auuuugh. (I currently work in an open plan office and it is hell on my nerves. However, people seem to dislike when social workers wear large headphones for some reason.)
Things I read this week:
–The Forgotten Seamstress, Liz Trenow
Standard fare historical fiction with some romance. Nothing especially exciting.
–Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
Lots of emotional punch, and very very good. However, despite Prozac’s invention and subsequent availability being what the author credits with her survival, the epilogue takes a not-well-argued stand against other not-depressed-enough people taking Prozac. (I might be a little uncharitable; I couldn’t make it through the whole argument.)
–Never Say Die, Susan Jacoby
–The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood I normally dislike Dystopia As A Lesson About Human Nature, but this seemed to work? At least, the plot held up even if there were grand points being made
–The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides