Disability Bitch is back, with some schoolin’ for cutesy crips:
Have you seen girls staggering home drunk on a winter night, skirt too short, fishnets torn, mascara smudged, plastic bag wrapped around their ears to keep the rain off? Well, that’s what your mobility aid Christmas décor looks like after a few hours on the town.
My choir director is trying to arrange the choir sans risers, and has asked for everyone’s height in concert shoes. It had never particularly occurred to me to figure out how tall I am avec chair, but I enlisted my son (who, by the way is now 5’8″ at age 15, woo-hoo) and sent the following reply: “5’7″ in stocking feet, 4’4″ in wheelchair.” Kind of depressing.
