A Job ??? For me?

Dear readers,

It is with excitement that I present to you a proposed thought. I may be getting a job at a remote company that does music lessons, and I’d rather teach the students there for the experience, and then maybe do private music lessons for young ones and adults alike, $25 and under negotiable for kiddos and young adults in college, and furthermore, if I do private lessons, it would mean the students would totally want to learn more. I want to do piano and voice, but with the company I’d like to learn to be a better person, especially with the soft skill of not being critical. I confess I’m critical of myself, very critical of myself because the criticality came with my parental upbringing. I was upbraided for being a so called egotistical diva, and it was bad for me to even hear my mother mock me in front of others, saying things as though she’d written my letters to the Backstreet Boys. Well, I’ve got news for you, Mom, Florida schools so don’t deserve me because of how dangerous they have become. The governor of that state is dangerous, and his white supremacist agenda is obviously flooding everybody with fear, which is what he wants to feed off of. That’s what Conservatives do, and one of those agenda items is getting rid of LGBTQIA+ peoples, which I won’t put up with. The company I wish to work for is pro LGBTQIA+, which that lines up with my values as a person. Yes, I had been bred in a Conservative household, but I shed that kind of skin so fast a snake couldn’t shed it quicker. While I am writing the blog post here, the Handmaid’s Tale is playing. My job would require me to use a webcam, something I’ll prep even if I don’t get this because I wanna do Zoom meetings in the kitchen and living room on my macintosh because hell, I’d love to do that instead of holding the phone and I wanna use a boom arm with my camera so I can clip it to the right level and have it there against my face level area, and I need a wide angle one, and that’s thanks to one of my good buddies for pointing it out.

I want to also furthermore tell you all that my primary care doctor is amazing, and has decided to put in a good word and a referral for me to the women’s care clinic. I can’t wait to have my own little child, and I am thoroughly looking forward to investigating Colorado’s support possibilities but right now, the job has to be part time, and when Baby is on board, I need to know how long it will be before I’m eligible for maternity benefits, including leave and such. Examples of the use case would be if I just had the baby, and between lessons, I could stop to care for this little prospect, but during lessons, I’d have to make sure someone, preferably a father or both the guys, they’d watch the baby while I’m working to support the kid. OF course, when I’m in the hospital, if it’s on a weekday where I would usually do workaday things, I’d have to text the boss and say, “Sorry I’m in labor, damn it, can’t work today. If there’s a sub who can fill in for my students/a way that I can make it up to you later, please let me know but seriously,” I’d say, “I’m in labor.” The boss would also have to understand in any job situation that pregnancy will mess with a woman. Yes, I ID as female, but I’m a staunch ally of transgender folks, and I’ll also want to include that I’ve participated in pride parade in Colorado, made friends with lots of LGBTQIA+ folks, including, I won’t say which ones are lovers or friends or both. I’m seriously considering not using, for example, one of my lovers as a reference, just to avoid biased statements so the boss has a neutral opinion or good professional opinion. I don’t want to use Florida people, no ex boyfriends, and to hell with some of the people in Colorado who worked at CCB. What if they speak ill of me and say I’m too liberal? Well, I do have one lover who insisted I use him as a reference, you can guess who. Trenton lives with me, so whatever. He doesn’t have my last name, so it works fine. He hasn’t known me from babyhood. So there you go. Then I have to get some sort of thing from another friend, and yes, I will also use a girlfriend who’s said I could use her, but still, I’m nervous as hell. A resume needs three references, but I want more than that so I stand out. But the big thing is I don’t want anything weird coming out in the reference page of my resume. I’m going to have to get back into LinkedIn, but I will be deleting folks. I don’t quite know why I even use that darn page.

Now, I hope you guys understand why I love my other guy, and I won’t have you guys guessing any more. But Clayton just wrote this beautiful note to the DA, and I’m being a bit half sarcastic about it, but this letter pretty much spelled out how the Arizona state peoples have been violating his rights, not honoring the auxiliary aids thing in the ADA or Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act, furthermore, the date and time were objected to because of my arrival. I want to thank this man for forwarding my flight details to the people in charge. They better not accuse him of lying, or even worse, making it up, because he’s not one to lie about things like this. They can call my phone, they can harass me all they wanna, but I’m not letting them steal a great opportunity to meet with a friend and … well, we’ll just announce this when the time is right.

My history with guys has been so so. Trenton being the best, I’m going to do all it takes to include him even if it meant visiting him in the summer in Colorado, and going to Clayton in the winter. I don’t quite know how to knit things together properly in my heart, but no male god is going to tell me what to do and how to live my life. I’m not saying Clayton is official, he’s not quite official as a primarily committable second partner yet, I have to see him first. HE knows this. HE’s a sweet and nothing but true and genuine and loyal friend, and I can’t wait to see this friendship grow into … again I don’t know where we’ll go.

The big thing is that the women’s clinic will reach me soon. I will do a video appointment if they require it, and I can’t see the facilities so I’ll ask them to give me a private tour, nobody else allowed but staff, in the facility. I want to make sure the facility is safe, has a good safety protocol for what could happen, and I’ll present them a scenario about blindness and disabled parenting and such. They will be either condescending or not. The Colorado law says blind parents can have kids, and can have them placed with them. I will explain about the other things between me and all the other friends and lovers in my life. I will also demand that no custodial disputes be settled in court, but out of court. I want whatever happens to my kid never to be because Mommy and Daddy are fighting and can’t get along. Clayton loves me dearly, and I can’t wait to … well, maybe meet the little one that comes along, I wanted a dark skinned kid because paler skin equals being targeted for a white supremacist indoctrination. I want my baby and child and children to be raised pro black, pro LGBTQIA+, and with lots of gay and trans folks they can look to should they come out that way. They will not have to address relations we pick by title, Aunt or Uncle for example, like they can just call my buddy Christine Christine, and Jennifer the lady in chorus they can just call Jennifer or Jenny. Whatever the kid prefers. Jennifer Wensen, one of my friends, doesn’t have to be Aunt Jennifer either. I don’t want my other buddy Tina to be called Aunt Tina either. No titles required, except for professional folks in teaching, but don’t use Mrs. Example, I’m not Mrs. Matthews, I’m Miss or Ms. Taurasi, so to hell with the titles that denote marital status. I like the governor’s approach to that. the Messrs. Polis, for example, they’re a gay couple, but oh, okay, one of them is a Marlin something or other different last name, but Jared and Marlin have a couple sons, and they’re great. I wanna actually meet the governor, and talk to him a bit about improving blindness services in Colorado, making Colorado the best state for blindness services, bar none. Here are the ways I’d like to do this without being a politician:

  1. Blind pension should be instituted that doesn’t ever go away with SSI or jobs.
  2. Blindness should be classified as what it is, not sightless, visually impaired, shut up. IF you’re blind, it’s okay to use the word blind. Trenton is so severely visually impaired he’s classifiable as blind, so he’s blind. Clayton and I? Well, we’re born blind, completely, and that means if classified as such and completely blind is both of us, we should be eligible for more services that help, not hinder. I don’t think caregivers hinder, but we need to also do the next item in the list.
  3. No guardianship for all Coloradans, especially those who are elders and disabled folks. Natural and foster guardianship would be allowed though for the kiddos, and that is needed to protect the kids from abuse or other things.
  4. If a custodial dispute comes up with blind parents involved, if either one or both parents are blind, we need to evaluate what the kid feels with each parent, and the judge will decide who gets some primary custody. Example, let’s say a sighted woman took advantage of Trenton, and had a baby with him. The girl is sighted, but abuses Trenton’s offspring and says, “I don’t like you.” Custody disputes ensue, and in the plan I am thinking about, Trenton would automatically get sole custody if it can be seen by doctors say that the girl is abusing the kid, and they need to also count emotional and sexual abuse of the child as factors of custodial parentage for the kid. This way, according to my plan even Clayton would have sole custody of his child, not an abusive potential other who might kill her because she can’t handle parenting. Most vilicide cases happen because a stupid and ableist and … should I say another word like deranged?, parent decides they can’t handle the kid and regret bringing the child into the world. In the case of one such, the mother said her daughter sounded like a robot, and decided she’d drown or burn the little woman. Not acceptable. I don’t sympathize with vilicide perps. I don’t sympathize with murderers, not on any terms. I’m seriously throwing in scenarios here, but Colorado courts must side with a caring disabled parent, and if the parent is abusive, disability or no disability, that parent does not get custody. So examples, Jason my ex, if he begs me for some time with his own offspring after he abuses the child, I’d say, “Sorry, big shot, but you’re not getting any custody because the doc said you were hitting and beating the kid up. You could have killed my child.” I know Clay would never ever hurt a living soul, not even a fly. Well, I could be exaggerating, but if he squashes a bug for real, I’d be okay with that. Scorpions sting like the dickens, so I’d let him get that thing out. I’d let him kill the damn thing. I don’t want scorpion stings, so there you have it. Spiders too, if I see one, damn, I’m not kidding.
  5. We need Braille legislated in to our education. We also need blind kids to learn comprehensive sex education, which would include not only anatomy and familiarization with the terminology and such, but consent, consent, and more consent. Dr. Fridas would be exceedingly proud of me for saying this. Donna Fridas may be Catholic, but she affirms all people, including transgender folks, gay folks, a variety of peoples. It’s thanks to her book on consent, written for everybody of course, that I think consent should be a huge part of all sex ed for all students, including the blind. Clayton and Trenton would benefit had they been under such a plan, and I wouldn’t be hurt so badly, but all blind females especially should be on the lookout for ableist parental guardianship threats, and be taught how to stall and halt such things.
  6. Blind people should be learning stuff from each other, but Colorado doesn’t have a huge blind community compared with the sighted. I’d be damned if anyone thought that blind people are stupid. They’re not stupid, but the sighted supremacist community should be put in check, severely. I want people to approach us blind folks with curiosity appropriate for the age of the person, and be curious to know how a blind person lives. Let us all be curious creatures, but blind people are not the zoo animals, we are your friends and neighbors, your daughters and sons, your mom and dad, your aunts and uncles, friends, lovers, and so many other things in life.
  7. Finally, I think a blind person should be in charge of Colorado’s blind population, and I totally agree with Clayton’s blind empowerment thing, but the trouble is executing such. I want to take over the CCB and rename it simply as the Blindness Center of Littleton, and I’m sorry, but we need to reverse the ban on one of my friends, give all blind females who survived the NFB’s sexual abuse stuff a chance to put their anger in to action. Anyone who wants a baby can have that baby, and I won’t pay for abortions unless the mother’s life is at stake, or she says please do. If a blind teenager is sexually assaulted, I’m going to kick the perp out faster than a hurricane. I will also institute better supports at the Center in Littleton, maybe we’ll make a slight change and still call it CCB but no longer with the NFB. We’d have an unaffiliated center, and we’d have to pull a George Orwell’s Animal Farm style of co-op with certain sighted businesses and groups, but one way or another, make Littleton a blind friendly town, and honor those who went before us and who will come after. People will no longer see Ray or Diane McGeorge’s names on the places of shelter, but instead, we will rename the apartments to honor someone who’s truly spelling out revolution in action. Blindness and empowering blind people is important, but we need to meet the person where they are, and I’m getting back my confidence in the kitchen, and I’m doing it a little step at a time. Baby steps. I made a green bean casserole, and it turned out delicious. I was shocked that it also had a spice kick.

Thank you all for reading, and I hope to see some good things come from the blog soon. Blindness ought not to be feared, and neither should I as a person.

Beth

My life is about to get better.

Dear readers,

I’m typing this blog post with the aid of my Macintosh. I’m also going to tell you all that life isn’t waht it seems. I’m feeling weird these days. I have 373 gb of stuff I have to remove from an iCloud backup and stuff like this. I’m feeling also that I’m at a precipice on things, including where I’m going to set up shop and have a family. For those who don’t know, blind parents can do things, honestly I’m tired of people saying I have to have excellent cooking skills, stellar cleaning skills, and all of that. Parents should try their hand at those things, sure, but moreover, parents have to have a desire to do this, and they have to be able to attach to a child and love that child. My dearly beloved Trenton says he doesn’t feel the energy necessary to be a biological father, but I’m willing to set it up so that he can help with things, but I also want support in the state of Colorado. So far, my therapist has sent me resources about parenting as a blind person, which is a start, but I have so many friends who are blind, well, I have parent friends, good ones and they are not judgmental, but I also think that UU parents like one of my other buddies I hung out with are very sweet people. I’m truly happy when I’m with my tribe. And I found that tribe, and I’ll tell you it’s not just me, Trenton, and my potentiali other Clayton, and some of you may think this is awfully weird, but it includes sisters like my friends in the UU community, it includes folks in the blindness community of Colorado, it includes folks with comorbid disability who also have been blind a long time. I want to say this journey is not over yet. Before my goddamn mac decides to update, I better shut up. I can’t wait, honestly, to begin new adventures and leaps and bounds. There’s a dog howling outside our window, at least not a damn coyote, and those things are the devil. In Arizona, well, they are the devil for ranchers and such, and the coyotes like to feast on people’s livestock, so I was saying, fight nature with nature, and if coyotes mess with my livestock, I said I would use a guard dog to keep the sheep away from the coyote packs. Moreover, I explained that a certain breed of llama and sheepdog could help out immensely more so than a poison or pesticide. We both love the environment, Clayton and I, and we both believe that playing with DNA and playing God isn’t exactly a good thing.

I just want to make sure the pros and cons are good ones, at least we need to know that 3d tactile ultrasonic images of the children to come are available for Medicaid, and we need the full body because as blind people, we should not have to be dictated about how and who accesses information about things like this. Ultrasound images are intimate parts of a mother’s and father’s life. I’m not dissing you gay folks either, but gay guys and a surrogate who are blind should still have the same equal access and opportunity that heterosexual couples get by being heterosexual. I am for the most part hetero, but I’m willing to try things I couldn’t because of my hellish adolescence. As a young girl, I was stripped of my rights, so now I’m going to see where my straight laced image can be ripped apart. I could say a woman is fine, but I’m not wired for women, and that’s okay. Everybody has natural feelings about things like this. I am affirmative to all persons, after all it is one of the principles that guides my beliefs about things. If anything, I’m going to have a lot to say later on, but I’m going to be in Arizona next month, and can’t wait honestly to be loved and appreciated by someone who truly loves and appreciates me.

What are the pros and cons you may ask? I’ll list them all here.

Pros and cons for Colorado:

  1. I have supports that will accept Clayton as a fellow being of humanity, otherwise known as a homo sapien sapien, a la human being.
  2. He doesn’t have to worry about badass drivers running him over as many times.
  3. We may have better coverage for children and women with Medicaid, and I don’t qualify for Medicare.
  4. I get dental benefits.
  5. Food stamps are a nonissue.
  6. Nicer places abound. I want a bigger place so I can have a few musical opportunities.
  7. The mountains are beautiful.
  8. The weather in summer is way better than Arizona’s by a long shot.
  9. Colorado has wilder weather, but the people here are resilient, and very kind honestly.
  10. I have buddies here who would be able to participate without judgment in a baby shower, birthday party, etc etc.

Pros and Cons of being in Arizona:

  1. A con is the desert climate, duh.
  2. There are enemies in Arizona, particularly those I’ve written about who sent me a deathly threat via a Karen of sorts in my backyard mind you.
  3. People are treating Clayton like total shit.
  4. At least no snow.
  5. Clayton wants a house there, but what if there’s none to be found due to jentification? Jentified, a Netflix show, pronounced “hentified” is a show about Latino families facing gentrification, and Arizona’s gentrification is out of control.
  6. Republican run legislation, no need to explain that part.
  7. Too many goddamn creedal churches, where are the UU’s there?
  8. LGBTQI+ folks aren’t protected as much, trans care could be criminalized as well as sports, Iowa did that already.
  9. Access to abortion if my life is in danger is crucial, and if AZ pulls a we don’t like abortion, even if the mother’s life is in danger thing, it should be clear where my family will live.
  10. No critical race theory or talk about black people in schools. Also, the. high school Clayton attended would get a big F you from me for trying to institutionalize him for being himself and expressing his actions and feelings through rap music. Colorado schoolkids don’t even get that kind of treatment to my knowledge.

It should be clear, but I’m going to be honest. I hope Clayton and I can work something out where he leaves Arizona and comes here, wink wink. I secretly wish he’d do this, even if gun control is bad for his rights to own one, or if Colorado requires sight to do x and y. I don’t care, and I don’t want anyone to be dumped or left out, but we need to decide where and when I go someplace, to visit Trenton or Clayton, and both of them need to share me gracefully, without incident, no fighting, I know this is weird. But I hate heartbreaks, I’ve been through my share of those. I had the worst sex with my ex, the guy in Georgia we call Jason, but Idk. My adventures will include every leg of my journey. I just hope I don’t die giving birth, or worse, die postpartum like a friend did a while back

I’m sorry I haven’t been on this blog in a while …

Dear readers,

I’m writing this blog entry to apologize to readers and others for not having done a year end rap up and not updated on Christmas of all things. Today is January 2, and people are denying me access to food and other supplies, and I’ve got lots to talk about. Let’s talk about the year in twelve or more things.

  1. First off, I learned that extreme weather patterns closed too many things to us, even in January of 2021. I also realize that Covid destroyed all possibility of celebrating Christmas and New Year’s, and it happens seemingly every year but still, not good.
  2. In February, winter just continues and it got worse. Not sure when the blizzard from last year happened, but at some point in either February or March, we needed help, big time, and didn’t have enough food and supplies stocked up. It happens even more now because of what’s about to happen next.
  3. Bedbugs came back, and I just about had enough of the unsanitary living conditions that disabled people are forced to accept, mostly because money isn’t there. I can’t just wave a magic wand and make money grow on trees, people, so I asked for help with housing, and got the following statements from a Lyn Coats and Jennifer Scott: “You can’t feed yourself.” “You’re manipulative.” Jennifer went so far as to drag my poor ex into the conversation, and it went downhill from there. I have more to say about that in some later entries here.
  4. In August, we still had problems with bedbugs in the building, so we had to evacuate our apartment, and honestly I hate my building because of the lack of help we’ve been subject to, denial of resources due to being on longterm care, and so much other stuff. In August, I asked for help a second time for some evacuation strategy, and some Josh Cory and a Kayla Michelle Candelora said the following: “I wanna be honest, you’re not capable of doing anything at all.” Josh added that he’d unfriend me and blocked me anyway because he felt I was incapable of doing for myself, and these two individuals also defended having to compensate people for their time in money dollars I don’t have. Kayla particularly has a huge burden to bear because she is a mother of four. Josh is a divorcee with two kids, and worse for him, he refusees to hold himself accountable for his possible beating up his ex wife. He blames her for DV (domestic violence) charges, and I should have seen that as a clear distorted thought process, a red flag. I reread a sexual predators protection handbook, and discovered not that Josh was or is a predator, but that distorted thinking was present in his brain, so his loss on my page is not really a loss. However, Jos, Lyn, Kayla, and Jennifer all did something I would never have expected. They all called me slurs about my mental health, needlessly incapacitated me on the internet, and revealed private information about me because they felt that I was a personal threat to their egos. Well, there’s one or two more names I have to go through.
  5. Recently, Jose Cintron got himself on my block list because he called me crazy, and needlessly incapacitated me on the Internet via Facebook yet again. His words? “This woman sounds crazy.? He wrote that in response to something a friend did and an interview she gave about my church experiences. Jose should have never said the thing I’m about to write as well, “You should not be in charge of another life.” Well, Jose, I will be in charge of thousands of lives if you don’t think before you write. I am capable of writing this blog entry, so you need to shut up and if I find you are whispering this to doctors and social workers in your state, I will make for darn sure you are flagged as a false person because you said these things, and it hurts loads because I was told I was incapable in a court of law, and even if Britney is free, you won’t be because I have my freedom because I had to do what was right and necessary to prove things. Guardianship is evil, and if you are pro guardianship, well, you have a lot of things to think about.
  6. I looked at my block list on Facebook, and I confess it looks a mile long. Besides Jose, Jennifer, Lyn, Kayla, and Josh, there will be more names I’m pretty sure who would be glad to bully my friends and me. I am pretty sure also that I blocked my immediate family, and my aunts and uncles and such because it’s not their business what I write on social media. Oh, did I forget Karrie Kinsteter also said the following regarding pregnancy and disabled people? “It will be your parents’ business if you get pregnant.” Karrie clearly supported an evil practice of something called stealing the baby from a disabled parent, and I had to put up with that two years ago. Karrie is not coming back and if she does, she has to change what she feels about guardianship because it is pure evil. I had a tough talk with my dear beloved’s mother about such jarring matters as guardianship, and I warned her this. While her adopted mom got scammed $500, that same amount will be removed … per hour if a professional guardian was in charge. $500/hr, that’s a lot.
  7. While I did a few blocks and had to deal with persistent needless incapacitation online, I also was targeted for crimes like my medication was stolen twice. Not once, but twice. I will tell you this, one young man I know suggested I take a trip and pick them up, but that’s too much. If it’s cold and snowy out, definitely too damn much.
  8. One good thing that happened this year, well, a good Samaritan in my building rescued two pairs of binaural headsets Trenton, my beloved partner, had ordered. We use the binaural headsets to record things. We don’t know exactly what will be recorded on those, but if you listen to my binaural recordings, I will warn you, please wear headphones.
  9. I unblocked and added back a friend of mine and found out that CCB and the Colorado Center for the Blind is firing folks right and left and believes that it’s okay for blind folks to die by vehicular collision. Oops, it’s not good at all. I also saw an article in the Colorado Sun about misconduct things regarding the same place, and worse, sexual misconduct affected some of the staff I thought I could trust. They’ve been going through staff like women go through panty hose. I’m not kidding. I want the stupidity to stop.
  10. I met several great people but connections could not have been formed too deeply. I’m having this issue, mainly because of the needless incapacitation and false rumors about me, taht involves connections. I can’t form connections like I used to, and it’s sad. I can’t form bonds with people who have the same things in common with me. Most of the disabled community and blind community in particular are so bored with their lives and themselves that they would rather spread misinformation about me than do real things, including a job, form friendships like everybody else, and do things that people actually want to do. My friends like to do things other than lie around and spread misinformation and watch TV. Yes, I watch movies and TV, but truthfully, I don’t spread misinformation. I tell the truth. From Josh to Jose to Karrie to Kayla to everybody else, these people needlessly incapacitated me without prior qualification or medical evaluation. I’m sorry, but all the pro guardianship blind people need to stop believing for a split second that removing fundamental human rights clears any way for people to … “help” others. Guardians don’t do that. They scam, and they’re on the level of con artist. I’m not kidding.
  11. I’ve continued pressing for the end of guardianship since I’m free to do that now. I want to name some good people I’ve had the privilege of working with on Facebook. Hilary and Rick, two awesome folks, are amazing. Hilary Hogue from naples, Florida, understands the meaning of freedom. Rick Black, one of the best social justice activists I know, has been on standby because I hope this year, I can go to the Capitol in Colorado to talk to Congress in that state. I don’t want to deal with anyone like that Beauvert gal who’s probably going to say I’m incapable and incompetent at all. The truth is, politicians should take notice because guardianships no matter who has them are simply pure evil, should be criminally liable, and should never happen at all. My kids one day will have to contend with my story. I will tell it in the best way possible.
  12. Once again, Lissa or Melissa or whatever her name is decided to have a ball turning on me. This girl sat next to me in high school, but prefers guys who like to send death threats to me rather than myself. Lissa and her husband blocked me and accused me of damaging someone’s reputation, but let’s be clear on something. You send death threat? You get nothing. You lose everything. Death threats are not funny, they’re not cool, and they’re also a crime. You commit crimes against Beth Taurasi? You will get arrested, put behind bars, and I will testify what you said and did, and the call will likely be recorded and played back in court. You wanna hear what you say? I suggest you don’t send death threats by email or phone. It’s been two years since this lady from freaking Avilar did this. So, this is what I want to see. No more death threats or attempts to do so, and because of trolls I had to stop comments on here. If you are concerned, please contact me on Twitter or Facebook. IF your name is Karrie, btw, I think you owe me an apology because you don’t understand how evil your thoughts are regarding pregnancy and disabled people.

For Christmas, thankfully we hung out with Trenton’s mom. She has two kitty cats, and we love both of those cats. One male, one female, they’re adorable. I hope that one day, people will stop digging into private information without my permission. I’m considering stopping all longterm care services because someone on my FB page revealed things that are lies, and are private and it’s unethical to reveal these things. When there is a shortage of caregivers, you can’t really do anything about this. I have had a very difficult 2021, so here’s what I want to do for this year:

  1. Fitness is at the top of my list of things to do.
  2. I’m going to decimate my family’s money and savings so they will have no choice but to put me on their will, and I will be the sole heir and have an inheritance that will help us get proper housing for kids, and furthermore, the county in which the guardianship was handed out will be punished for their deed.
  3. I will have a child, and no, that child will be with us, nobody else.
  4. I will not allow any more needless incapacitation or calls for me to be retraumatized in guardianship on Facebook. Anyone who does this will surely find themselves blocked, reported for hate speech and forgotten but their comments will probably never leave me alone.
  5. I will have a dream and that dream will come true. Anyone trying to tell me dreams are just dreams is being ridiculous.

Thank you for reading this blog over the years. In case you didn’t know, The Throne Room with Beth Taurasi will be getting a new platform home, to hell with someone else taking away distribution of my podcast. I’m done.

I hope 2022 will be better.

Beth

I Don’t Hate Men

Dear readers,

Disclaimer: I do not hate men, and I’m still feministing and being cool, but let me make one thing clear, I do not hate men. There are good guys and bad guys, and I’m gonna talk about both, so here goes.

First and foremost, I see you good men out there. I see you who don’t wanna hurt your wives, kill your girlfriends, or shoot up college campuses all in the name of a sexist societal change. I see you guys who open doors, pull out chairs, and talk serious about letting your female colleagues advance in companies like the tech companies and the ones serving us today like those in restaurant chains and the like. I see you good guys out there, the ones who are truly mature enough to see that some of your actions are wrong, and I see you guys who own up to violent encounters, and without use of faulty manasphere thinking, you do your part to change your life for the better.

The reason I write this is because of men I’m about to cover. I see men online who write terrible things about me and other women, men who don’t take ownership of their responsibilities like for example, this paraphrase from a dude in Colorado even, “She put a DV (domestic violence) charge on me if I didn’t pick up my kids.” Really? Did you really abuse your ex wife, sir? I wonder, are there any others I can think of that are just nasty? I have too many names in my mind, and they’re all blind or physically disabled. This is just one category, but there are millions of unnamed guys I don’t know in extremism communities, including MGTOW, incels, and other communities in the big wide “manasphere.” Thank you, Laura Bates, for writing a great as hell book about this subject, and now I have a healthy respect for good males and good males who don’t do bad things. Laura Bates has lots of examples of how misogyny is dangerous, and she doesn’t have to look too far back or forward.

I have a great partner who actually thinks Bates’s book is great, and we both do not really support the manasphere, and we both understand gender inequality like nobody’s business. Look carefully, especially at some of the disabled community. There is sexism, white supremacy, and all kinds of wrong in the disabled community, and sadly, it’s perpetrated by disabled men, especially the ones living at home with their parents, or the ones who openly admit to denying paternity over children, and those who sit there and complain they don’t get the sex they want with women.

Socially awkward men scare me, and I thought I found a kindred spirit in a man I knew only online and let me tell you how it worked. I thought that “Jason”, the name I saw on the Skype request was indeed a genuine recording “artist.” I quickly added him, and he and I had some talks, fell in love, and then … sadly, but in some weird way, we met. Jason seemed like a good guy at first, but then the trouble started when he was isolating me from good guys like my ex, Deq, who has beliefs that kind of clash with mine, and he needs to get his head straight with certain groups of people, truly because these people, these people including sheikhs and others who have certain incendiary things to say about women are dangerous just like the straight dudes in the incel community are. Either way, Deq respected me, but tried to control which authors and books I read, but who cares. I had to hide certain aspects of life from him because he didn’t get it. Jason was worse, way worse, in that he had some perpetual racial stereotypes about African Americans, Somali immigrants, and so many other types of individuals he had a whole novel he could have written. Jason was calling Mexicans a popular immigrant slur and was suggesting to me that “All Muslims are terrorists.” Not true, and I’ve met some peaceable Muslim folks since, people who actually realize that some of Deq’s incendiary commentary wasn’t cool. That was part of the reason I broke up with Deq, but another reason was the brothers and I had to put Islam away in a box marked, memories. The memory of Islam is not that pleasant, but there are pleasant layers of the sisterhood in Denver, and that’s fine. The brothers were the problem, and my future depended on me leaving Islamic communities behind, but not leaving my support for a peaceable observance behind. What Jason did was lie about Islam being a religion of the sword, not surprising because in the Bible Belt, including Florida or Georgia, churches with such hateful rhetoric against Islam abound, also the churches somehow get away with preaching nasty stuff about gays, women, and simply everybody who is not Evangelical Christian or white or making less than $4000 a month.

Jason gave me two sets of jewels when I met him a second time, but by that time, he had been isolating me, controlling me, picking my friends, hosting all my Skype groups, all of that plus cheating and lying and stealing while at the same time, we had some relations, sexual stuff, but it wasn’t all that satisfying knowing that this man is capable of being awkward and cheating on me. I had been cheated on also by another man in California, but Jason is a glaring example of a man to stay away from. He’s been stalking girls on the Internet, demanding sexual relations with one or two at a time, perhaps he’s telling all the Jessica Sara and Britney girls he stalks, and I’m saying Sara Jessica Britney because I’m talking about this in the same way you say Tom, Dick and Harry, but he pretty much tells every Sara, Jessica and Britney out there that “You’ve signed your death warrant by being friends with Beth.” Picture Jason as the President of Panam, the country in Hunger Games, and you see what I mean. If you were friends with me and Jason knew it, he’d strike you with thet National Guard, and that’s the kind of guy that started slowly coming out when I returned to Denver after our first rendezvous. It was painful to see him do this to Jennifer Weaver (she died in 2015), and worse yet, to other girls I cared about. He finagled Caitlin, another girl I truly did care about, to stop speaking to me, and now she’s joined awkward ranks and told me not to speak out against Jason, but who cares. Jason is someone you don’t want ruling your newspapers, your companies, your household, your country’s government. Jason is not just the man I dated, he is a monster that comes in many other guys as well, including that Bryan Laundry dude who killed Gabby Petito, and now guess who’s after him? Dog the Bounty Hunter, and I’m actually very happy that’s happening, for Dwayne the Dog Chapman has a pretty good thing going and he’s considered a legend.

If you’re Jason, you’re bad. And the words that read, you have signed your death warrant for being friends with Beth, those words hurt. Just because I somehow forced Jason to break up with me, well I didn’t want to at first, but others have told me just what a blessing it was for Jason to abandon ship, and I learned later about the warning signs of domestic abuse. All I can say is, in any way I can without being mean, thanks. Thanks, Jason, for not acting like Bryan Laundry, evading the authorities, but no thanks for the relationship because you cheated on me and you tried to weaken my whole spiritual experience. No thanks for telling me that all Muslims are something that they’re not supposed to be. So yeah, no thanks because you made Jennifer cry her brains out, you said I could die or my friends signed a death warrant and no, don’t run for government office because you hurt me. You really did hurt me, I don’t care if your disabilities did this. They didn’t. You hurt me so bad I cried for days after you broke it off. You even wanted me out of your life, well I’m living with scars, and these scars remind me that I ain’t done fighting for women’s safety in relationships. Thanks to Laura’s book, I have a better experience and understanding of guys like Jason and the composite sketches Leigh Baker also used to help parents learn how to detect sexual predators. Jason is not just the Jason I dated. He is the monster under your bed, the pounding pain in your head when you don’t want it, so you take Advil to get rid of it. He is the guy you see lurking on the Internet, or even in the bushes, waiting to yell a nasty comment your way. Jason is the guy who lies, cheats, and steals, and tries to upend democracy as we know it. Jason is a guy, but he’s also in just about every bad guy I know. HE is a recent ex, recently barred from advancement because a lady said he touched her. He is a guy who didn’t budge when his girlfriend called me a “dog in heat.” He is the guy you don’t want to meet at a bar, but you do anyway and end up messed up in the head because you feel slighted. He is the guy you can’t believe got you pregnant, and then tried to get custody of your baby, and all the while facing criminal prosecution for your rape. He is the type of guy I chose to date because being that I was born blind, and locked out of life like a child, I had no options. I had no decent men in my life. Until Trenton.

I want to take a few lines to honor Trenton, my partner, who might as well be a husband, but we won’t legalize things till this SSI thing is settled, and Congress, I’m counting you in. Get this passed, please. As Trenton is a good man, I’d rather have him a hundred per cent. Trenton is someone I’d call respectable, honorable, and a gentleman after my own heart. He and a buddy of mine named Clayton in Arizona, though they’re both different, deep down they’re good guys. Unlike the Jasons in the world, Clayton has owned up to his actions, owned up to everything really, and he has made a good life for himself, has ambitions, has desires, wishes, wants. Who knew if this or other good men could be the key to ending violence against women? In any case, I want to make something clear. Feminism is something that any man or woman benefits from, and I have written plenty of things regarding my relationship woes. In any case, I better get to bed.

Asking for Help is Not a Crime: Addressing Independence Police On Social Media

Dear readers,

For season 4 of my podcast, I’m going to address a problem that keeps happening every time I ask for a simple favor. I get bullied. There are two people responsible for bullying on a post I created so that only local people were supposed to comment, but unfortunately, a blind keyboard warrior from Florida and a dude who lives too far away in Grand Junction in my backyard commented rudely and rather in a nasty way about my capacity to help and do things for myself. This is not the way to respond to posts asking for help, and I get terrible comments about this stuff all the time. Antibullying programs in school apparently haven’t been enough to teach these people not to bully, and their kids will likely be bullies too because of their bad modeling behavior. There is a really big problem with the woman who sent me the comments, saying, “I’m going to be perfectly honest, but …” She went in and said I was not capable of doing anything at all, and truthfully, that’s not the case. It’s lies like the ones told by the woman who sent me that comment that could get me guardianized again. Britney Spears is already under investigation for striking someone, but guess what? That employee probably did or said something to provoke it. Britney is under a lot of stress from an abusive conservatorship, and I was under such from an abusive prison called a guardianship.

As for my capacity not to do things for myself, I warn you all. Do not write lies and tell lies about my capacity to anyone at all, I don’t care if it’s your social worker or my social worker, my colleagues in DWC or a colleague at work. Do not tell anyone or mention my name about every time I am incapable or something. The terrible comments must stop, I have warned you all. Thankfully, the comments here on WordPress are not allowed to happen because of people like the Florida woman and the Colorado man. These people are trying to get me down, but I warn you all, if you so much as whisper comments about my incapacity which isn’t true at all to people such as a colleague at work, my caseworker, social workers in your state, or anywhere else, I will hear about it. And I won’t go with a professional guardian because I have no money. I want to be able to see friends and my partner, and my in laws. My mother in law is already having tough times, and her adoptive mother and my grandfather are both diagnosed with dementia. It is hard to watch the dementia symptoms progress with those two people, my grandfather being the man who used to read spy novels, make pancakes, and ride his Harley Davidson around Lake Mary or Pensacola. My papa is going to die with the knowledge that he was loved and supported, but the lies about me continue. So who are the bullies so vehemently against me? One of them I was on Messenger audio with, just talking and we just talked like old friends. I can’t believe this guy would do something stupid like this.

There were a few friends who left me nice comments. I want to thank the following people who actually make me believe that humanity is good: first, my buddy Megan who lives not far from my backyard. Next, my buddy Marinela who is the nerdieset chic on Earth and in the whole universe and she’s always going to convention stuff and I absolutely adore her makeup. Even if I can’t wear makeup, not that I wouldn’t wear it, I look better without it anyway. Nothing too personal, but I don’t like makeup and I’m not a good makeup artist. But I swear Marinela’s makeup pallets are interesting, and I wish I had the vision to do makeup like she does, but I’m fine with a professional makeup artist doing my makeup if I absolutely must do it for the stage. Thank you though, Marinela, for being cool. Then there’s Kelly, who lives in Texas, who is the most amazing person I’ve met so far. Kelly is so empathetic to people, and I can’t tell you how many times she’s told me something real. Then there’s Clayton, and by the way, it will be Clayton’s birthday on Saturday. I want my readers to know that this birthday boy knows a few nooks and crannies in the world that I may never have thought of. It’s a struggle, he says, to get help as a blind person because the sighted don’t want us to exist. Sadly, he’s correct on that for some reasons. They include that blindness is feared, as Rosemary Mahoney wrote in one article I read of hers. Examples of feared blindness include when a boy or girl is born blind in places like Africa or Tibet, the family may lose their land and their child would have to die. There was a father in Mexico who tried to make his blind son die via a Roman Catholic mass. This is how much parents, adults in general, and some kids, fear blindness. What I fear most is not blindness itself. I’m sitting here at my desk, typing this blog on a macintosh intel computer, and I’m capable of expressing my thoughts, so what the hell these people did was really stupid. Any unfriending and so on will have to be done with my permission. In fact, it can’t happen because now I have to cope with the nasty comments the bullies left me on Facebook and other social media accounts. There are many teens who aren’t disabled who commit suicide because of commentary that is deeply hurtful. I cried of course, but that’s inevitable. I have a few things I want everybody on social media to do. And it has nothing to do with killing somebody, making things unsafe, or anything at all. But it has to do with empathy, and the empathy has to be built.

  1. First and foremost, say your comments out loud before you attempt to write them down. This coming from my buddy Christine, from Pennsylvania, and it might help in some ways. If the words come out nasty, do not put them down on paper. Think about these comments and their tone, and would you say this to a best friend? Your grandmother? If not, do not write them down.
  2. Go to someone you don’t normally want to work with. This is something I would recommend you do with DVR or a workplace. Offer to buy that person who is always being sexually harassed or bullied a cup of coffee, a can of pop, whatever they ask for. Sit down and talk to that person, ask them how they’re doing, and watch what they say. When I am asked how my day is, sometimes I will say, good. Or if it’s super crappy, I’ll admit it. Listen carefully to the tone of the person’s response, and dig a little deeper. This is a serious thing that could lead to you possibly making friends, or even helping a person in need.
  3. For those who are straight conservatives, I have a dare for you. If you’re a guy, dress up like a drag queen. Get the best costume you can get, and wear it to work. Or if you’re really not in the mood, wear a shirt that presents a liberal cause, example might be something that supports gay and lesbian and transgender people. Also, if you are someone who knows someone with cancer, do the following.
  4. If you know a friend or colleague at work who has had their hair fall off because of cancer, shave your damn head. I would do it if someone I knew had cancer. Trust me. If I found out my dad was bald, well, it would be one of two things: male pattern baldness or cancer. Male pattern baldness is not a shameful thing, and women who lose their hair to anything should never be shamed for it. So if you know a colleague at work, a friend, or family member who has cancer, allopesia or anything else, just shave your head or if you can’t shave your head, the wig comes off and you show your skin.

These things are all great empathy building tools for adults, but here are some that kids can do. Most of the things also apply to adults.

  1. If your parents are acting strangely on FB, ask them why. But log in your brain that this behavior is bad, unacceptable, and wrong. When you’re at school, watch the playground. Who gets bullied the most? Watch your social media accounts for cyberbullying.
  2. If you or a friend is being bullied, tell a teacher or grown up person, otherwise known as a family friend or adult you can trust, about it. Tell the principal if you have to.
  3. IF you have to, work with law enforcement to get the bullies off your tail. Just make sure you gather the screenshots, evidence, documents, etc. Parents, make sure you have something such as Net Nanny Social, or some other monitoring software and let your child know what’s up. All evidence of cyber bullying should be reported to your child’s school or principal.

Thank you for reading. I will have to address this problem in the podcast if anyone even so much as tries to incapacitate me in comments again.

Beth

The NFB and voter suppression

Dear readers,

While most of the NFB resolutions are about tech toys, what usual stuff, and NLS and other provisions, I think voter suppression should be discussed. The NFB got it right this time. While the NFB surely didn’t impose its will on Facebook and other websites, it must do something about voter suppression. Suppressing votes in the name of Gilead must stop. Here’s why.

When you go to vote, there’s something you have to remember. Votingn is a private and sacred part of Democracy. Georgia and Florida suppressed that right to black individuals and not surprisingly, to blind ones too. They made it cumbersome and impossible because they don’t like us, don’t want us, and want to hold on to the status quo. So what to do in this case.

Follow the legal ball. Put lawsuits in as many courts as possible. There is no structured negotiation with voter suppression. You must sue. Suing is not something you want to do openly, but suing is the only way to tell people that this is a big mistake. We also need to remove Trump appointees to the bench, somehow and someway and put ethics investigations on them. We need to dig through Amy Coney Barrett’s garbage, for example, and find essays that she wrote favoring Catholics over UU’s for example. I’d get the National Enquirer to do that. Tabloids are one good way to manipulate the public ire against people like Brent Cavanaugh. That guy got in even though someone said he made her look bad and at her expense, had fun. Cavanaugh used the disabled as his saints so he could get into the supreme Court. Ethics violation? Let’s dig through the garbage.

Next, we need to replace the Trump appointees with more UU oriented and America oriented court appointees who will write logically better essays, stop quoting papers from Notre Dame, and people who will allow black lives to matter, strike down voter suppression, and make the country livable and safe for LGBTQI+ parents and adults and kids as well. These new appointees need to undo the damage that the extremists we have now are doing. We need to make sure that any new legislation doesn’t make voter suppression and misinformation a thing. So if you’re the National Enquirer or the Esquire magazine, dig through the garbage and see whwat you can find. One man’s trash is another man’s gold mine.

Next, we need a moratorium on guardianships. The NFB fails again and again and again to look at guardianship as an essential blindness issue. IF you have a guardianship, essentially you can’t do anything, including in some places vote. You can’t even have a bank account. You can’t marry the one you love, and Britney Spears has an IUD in her body which prevents pregnancy. Britney and other disabled women in guardianship are essentially treated as dogs or pet kittens to the guardians that do things for them. Britney is like Jamie’s dog rather than his daughter. I don’t say this to insult Britney, but when you forcibly put an IUD in your daughter, you’re saying, you’re my pet, not my daughter. Jamie Lyn, Britney’s sister, needs to be clear with her dad that Britney is a person and will be treated as such.I was treated more or less like a pet dog. And rather than a daughter, I was treated more or less also like a piece of property. My parents took control of my life because they were abusive. They did not and still will not define the action they did as abusive.

The government should also be doing the good work of giving disabled nonworking people more asset. $750 is not a lot to live on and not enough. Neither is $794 or $804. We need an update to the SSI and SSDI program. Luckily, old Joe just fired a Trump holdout in the SSA. Hopefully, he will put some new rules for SSI recipients here, and I will get more, keep more, and marry legally. Since its 1978 or so inception, the SSI program has had no change like this. Marriage penalizing has been present because of ableist thoughts and social exclusion. It’s time for all that to go.

Now I am working with a massive ear infection that is clogging and clogging and clogging up my right ear with wax and wax and more wax. Okay, I’l take that, but it’s too much for me. I’m sitting up right now.

Beth

My Chromebook Adventures Part 1: What’s The Scoop?

Dear Readers,

So I got a new chromebook, and here’s what I have found. I love it. What else? I”m writing this blog post using my new Chromebook, equipped with two screen readers working in tandem. First, there’s Chromevox, which is built in, and it works relatively well with my app here. The problem is I’m using E-Speak, a robotic sounding thing that drives any decent human bonkers. Oh well, the clear voices will come next stable update. I can’t wait. Trenton says I’m nuts. But oh well, I’m not kidding.

In the post I’m writing here, I can do just about anything. Also, my upcoming posts will I promise you finish off Brave New World. I know some of you will probably go bananas if I don’t finish Brave New World. But I will because it’s important.

Also, I want to thank those of you who like my podcast introduction, and I’m going to do more with that intro sometime in the next few episodes. Maybe even forever. It depends on whether you people actually like it. I’m going to try background music too, but thinking I need more interviews. If you want to be considered for an interview on my podcast, just follow my rules on the website and write me.

What I might consider doing is something like interviewing ordinary people. No, not darn celebrities, so Kim and Donald, you’re not coming. But there’s more interviews we’re going to consider. And this season will end around Juneteenth, which if I’m not mistaken is June 15. Then I’ll take a break and come back for a fourth season.

Right now, I’m stuffed with chicken and dumplings, poor Trenton won’t eat those. Makes me mad, but oh well. Meanwhile, Trenton is just sitting there listening to white noise and such. He does this a lot lately because maybe I drive him crazy a bit too much. No, it can’t be. E-speak doesn’t exactly give me a clue as to what the hell I’m writing, so I’m gonna hang this up for now.

Beth

The Tragic Life of Linda: a Brave New World Comparison

CW Spoilers and TW cultural references to Native Americans, please read with care.

Dear readers,

Linda. Where to begin. Her life wasn’t so typical, but in Brave New World, we meet her in two different ways. She started out as a beta plus, which is a step below an alpha plus, and then, we see her as the author was meant to see her. Let’s compare how Linda’s life transformed from book to screen.

In the book, Linda was at first the typical healthy English girl, much like what Lenina was. Linda, a Beta Plus who worked in the fertilizing room, however strong she appeared to be, was left behind in transit when she and the then younger DHC, Tomakin he was called in the book, went to the Savage reservation. In the book, the Savage Reservation was a key negative connotation for Native American reservation. It was probably situated in the Tribal lands in New Mexico. Let’s just refer to the book’s version of it not as a “Savage” place, but as Malpais. That’s what John called it, and for future reference, John is Linda and Tomakin’s child. Back to Linda.

So anyway, Linda was left behind because she fell and hit her head, and some hunters from Malpais found her on the floor and brought her to the lands. Linda didn’t even know she was pregnant at the time, and all girls who are unsterilized in the Brave New World must do what is called “Malthusian Drill.” The numbers, Linda says, go by one, two, and three and so on. Not much is told of how Malthusian drill actually works, and the contraceptive precautions are still on Lenina’s mind in the book after she’s done cavorting with Henry on the golf course, at the cabaret, and then in his room of course. What we learn from Linda is astounding. She had soma before, but when she was forced to live among the Natives in the book, she found herself in a culture shock. One, she was not supposed to just have any man she wanted. People hated her, hated her son John, and it was evident throughout Linda’s future life in the land if Malpais. The Natives sang songs about Linda, not very reverent songs, and the little boys frequently shoved John away, and then, as I wrote prior to this post, the worst of it was when John wanted to do a manhood ceremony among the boys. Now he was able to understand Linda’s world too, but John had some Native American upbringing among the boys and the men of the Pueblo. They taught John about the spiritual practice of the Native American peoples of the pueblo, and he never said the word Ford but said Oh my God instead. John had a lot of respect for the eagle god Pookong, and the son of the One True God, the Jesus everybody complains about in real life. John one day said he wanted to be crucified. If this isn’t a sad person, I don’t know what is.

While John is growing up, he sees his mother, Linda, drunk on the floor or having a lot of sex with Pope, a young man she’s attracted to. Pope brings Linda lots of mescal, which is very strong stuff, but let’s compare this quick to the show. Linda doesn’t drink mescal in the show, instead it’s moonshine.

The most confusing thing about Linda is how she dies. In the show, she’s pictured dead on the marble slab. In the book, Linda’s life among the Natives is brought to a close when Bernard and Lenina rescue both her and her son John. One needs to have at least one reckoning with John and Tomakin, the DHC. Now, Linda’s life in the book and Linda’s life in the show are a bit different. Let’s look at Linda’s on screen appearance.

First of all, Linda is a much the same drunk Beta plus who can’t put up with being happy without drugs. Linda and John are busy trying to get Bernard Marx healed up from a wound he receives at the theater park. Like I said in the previous post, the Native land of Malpais is replaced in the show with a simple theme park, the Savage lands. It’s not about a tribe, but the rebels are hard to tame, according to the all uppity happy Eurocentric New London. Let’s also say that Linda and John were different, and John didn’t share his life story much in Episode 3. The big thing is that John was not greeted by Mustapha Mond, who by the way, in the show was a woman. Why?????? I’m not trying to be sexist here, but if you are going to follow the source material, shouldn’t Mustapha be male? And intimidating? I get that we need progress in the 26th century, but do we want to follow the source material or go our deviant separate way from it?

We deviate a lot when John and Linda are confronted with Madison, the pregnant bride from the theater, and she goes in and says she’s going to kill teh outsiders, Linda, and John. Madison meets her end, which is not saying much of Kiakime, the Native girl John likes in the book. Kothlu doesn’t even speak to John in the book, and Linda tries to understand the whole point of weddings, but then is interrupted by John running away from the wedding procession. The manhood ceremony being the most hurtful thing John is experiencing, he is called the “son of the she-dog.” The Natives’ references to Linda as a she-dog are poignant, but extremely hurtful given Linda’s different culture and upbringing and more importantly, her conditioning.

Linda dies in the book lying comfortably in the bed, the Soma at her side, in the Park Lane Hospital of the Dying, but we don’t see this in the show. Linda is sitting on a morgue slab, the victim of something that went wrong in the rocket, and we don’t know how Linda died … yet. However, John goes mad, and as the happy people of New London will tell you, John doesn’t know how to cope with Linda’s death. This is natural for humans, but with death conditioning, which to me is gross and unnatural, you have tots and little tykes, kids rather, going to a hospital of the dying in the locale and having to eat treats every time someone dies. When Linda died in the book, the young Delta boys in the hospital got eclairs. The boys also got chocolate cream, and this is supposed to make them cope with death? I don’t see that as anything close to natural.

In the show, there is also another plot element. The rebels tell the outsiders, Linda and John among them, that “We are a free people.” They say they’re sick and tired of being fenced in and judged for the amusement of the Indra users, the New Londoners. They’re tired of it. So what will happen next? Stay tuned, and I will write more.

Note that I do like the idea of Mustapha Mond being a woman, but why?????? Why did they have to choose a woman to play the part of a world controller? In the source material, there is quite a bit of gender misinformation, but I see where this is going. The progress to a woman ruling the world is getting stronger every day, and so should be acknowledged in the show. However, do we want to try and reenact Huxley and his source material? Let’s see when I watch next, and yes, I’ll be writing more reviews in the coming days about a future episode or two, but yeah. LEt’s see what the future holds for John, Lenina, and Bernard.

Beth

Introducing Brave New World Series Reviews: Episodes 1 and 2

CW Spoilers, details mentioned here are those involving the Peacock/Netflix show Brave New World, and compares to the original source material by Aldous Huxley. Please skip if you never read the book or seen the show, but read on if you want a serious review.

Dear readers,

I love old books, and there’s something important to note. Brave New World, the masterpiece by Aldous Huxley, has its own special category of awesomeness that I never fail to be dissatisfied by. First off, this book shows you a world utopian society with a scientific caste system, but beyond this, the show is awkwardly different from the source material. If you have read either book or seen the show episodes 1 and 2, read on. I will be hijacking my own blog to review the entire series a bit at a time. See the above CW (content warning) for details and a spoiler alert is in effect.

Here are the highlights from episodes 1 and 2, and how they compare to the book source material. Did the production company get this right?

  1. The beginning. In the book’s beginning, we meet the DHC, or the Director of Hatchery and Conditioning for Central London, which in the show is called New London. Nice job, guys. But that’s where the show is a bit different. We meet Lenina Crowne, whose name in the show is pronounced “laneena”, but I totally understand the alternate pronouncing of her name in book narrations I’ve scrolled through. In the book, Lenina is seen injecting her embryonic patients with the usual stuff, and there are students and guides there to see it all happen. However, in the show, it’s just Lenina, brunette instead of blonde (see next item) and she’s injecting embryos as per the usual thing she does. You don’t see Henry though till the middle and the first man Lenina meets in the book is Henry, but in the show, it’s our hero, Bernie or should I say, Bernard Marx. That’s a big deviation from the source materials.
  2. Lenina’s hair is blonde, and she’s pleasantly pretty in the book. In the show, as described to me through the UK descriptor, she’s brunette. Why the change? Is it that blondes aren’t pretty anymore?
  3. Savage Lands versus Savage Reservation. Oh, did I mention that savages are mentioned in both books and the show? In the book, however, Native Americans are not portrayed well, as was expected in the 1930s when Huxley wrote the source material, and John of course was a British kid dressing up in Native American attire, and we meet John when Lenina and Bernard went to the “Savage Reservations” in New Mexico in the book source material. How it deviates with the show! We meet John before Lenina boards the rocket to the Savage Lands, and the whole land is a theme park, not a fenced in reservation. John is not among Native Americans, but among people who choose to live a so called primitive existence. John also tries to go after a girl, but we don’t see this in the book until John tells his story to Bernard, and the story is a hopelessly tragic one. John wanted to marry a Native American girl, Kiakime, and the girl was actually married to Kothlu, a young Native boy. Sadly, this show iteration of John and Kia’s romance is worse. Instead of the Native born Kiakime, we get Madison, and instead of Kothlu, we get this stranger from the prop store. Madison is pregnant, and we don’t know who did this, and John is an outcast as in the original source material. See next item.
  4. The festival deviates from book to show. John’s status with the Natives (I refuse to use the word Savage here.) is so low because they called him names, chanted songs about him, the whole bit. What bothered me most was when John wanted to do a manhood ceremony with the young boys who were to become men, and they said the most hurtful words. “No, not for you, white hair, not for the son of the she-dog.” They referred to Linda, his mother, as such because of her frequent amatory encounters with their men. However, I wouldn’t go about calling women this because it’s rather hurtful, and to refer to her son as a white hair though was worse. In the show, John is told to stay away from Madison, and the guy says, in no uncertain terms, that he’d kill John if he got close to Madison. Linda, of course, objects. We meet John in the book during a drumming festival, and Lenina constantly babbles on about the drums, and she compares them to everything possible, including “a lower caste community sing.” We. haven’t gotten to the community sings, but I’ll suggest we talk about that soon.
  5. The actual festival in the show was a movie theater, and in that theater, there was a circus of course. This did not include drums, and there weren’t a bad smelling dude who guided Lenina and her compadre around. This seemed odd.
  6. The rest home. Like, am I going to tell you how deviant that whole thing in the show was? Lenina and Bernard go on a rocket to the “Savage Lands” which as I stated before is a theme park for primitive life. Now, let’s talk about the hotel. Bernard, as in the book, is an alpha plus. Taht’s the highest caste in the caste system in New London. Lenina is a beta plus, one step lower but that is to be expected if you want to stay true to the source material. They receive badges, something not mentioned in the book, but in the book they got keys. The rest house was a private thing, sort of. Now the hotel did have a balcony, and it was much more luxurious in the show. Weirder still, the bureaucrats Lenina and Bernard are treated to a bus tour of the Savage Lands. Now, let’s talk further about the meeting between Bernard and John.
  7. Bernard is unconscious when meeting John for the first time, but John meets Lenina after they’re hiding in the apartment in the Savage Lands. Let me tell you, the Savage Lands are about five centuries behind the 26th century, but this theme park is no playground. There’s a lot of violence and jealousy and a lot of what you might call the same behavior you’d see in Straight Out of Compton. It’s not the same as in the book, where there’s a highly charged electric fence, and all the Natives are fenced in and not allowed to leave. Lenina is sleeping when John meets her. But in the show, we have Bernard lying wounded, but unconscious, I’m sure he has to make it, and Lenina has her face cupped in John’s hand in the final scene of episode 2. One more detail.
  8. The Soma rations. Where to begin. The book has lots of instances of the drug known as “soma.” In the show, just about everybody has a soma dispenser, like where to we get creative with this? Soma is amazing, for the most part, in the book. It numbs your mind and it gives you that eternal “soma holiday” as is referenced many times over in Huxley’s source material. However, the dispensers are a show creation. When the people get their soma rations each day, the soma is dispensed to the lower classes in boxes, little boxes, and the boxes hold the little yellow pill in each compartment. Soma rations are given to everybody in the show, but in the show, everybody uses the trains. Where’s the flying? In the book, Henry and Bernard are flying in futuristic helicopters, aircrafts that go from settings like wasp to bumblebee and so on. However, only the lower castes, gamma on down, use the trains and the monorails are packed with them. Every day after the main day shifts are over, you see lines upon lines of these “twins” and so on, and they populate the trains thus far. There’s no helicopters mentioned throughout the show, but you do see futuristic aircrafts flying about New London. I”m impressed with the descriptions of such.

That’s about all the things I can think of for now. For more on Brave New World, watch for the next blog entry. I will also talk a little bit about it on this week’s forthcoming podcast episodes. I’ll do a couple episodes a week of a review, and moreover, this will be incomplete without it.

To find the show, you need either Peacock in the US or Netflix in the UK, but if you’re blind in the US, download from http://www.audiovault.net, and you will need to erase a desktop file in their folder because it messes up the zip archive. Thank you for reading, and enjoy the show if you can.

Beth

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