I suspect I have been bashing women a lot on this blog, but today I’m so totally redeeming myself by acknowledging there’s at least one almost sensible and at least very articulate girl-brain whose blog I’ve been reading occasionally and sometimes even finding it thought-provoking: ExistenceIsWonderful. For example, this post ‘Status Quo Bias and Typical Special Needs’ has some decent observations on the strange standards on what is and is not considered a disability in mainstream. Quite simply: extroverts need to be constantly accommodated in modern societies, as indicated by the examples in that post, but that is not considered a bad thing while introversion is often considered a disability that doesn’t deserve that much accommodation (rather introverts should just become more extroverted):
Nowhere in the article is extroversion described as a “disability”, and yet, clearly it is a trait that must be accommodated if some people are to do their jobs properly and maintain their mental and emotional health. Hmm…
IhavebeenwonderingaboutthatforaslongasIremember.I was just three years old
when I was in kindergarten and had been observing how the other kids were constantly
engaging in totally meaningless chit-chat with each other that I thought should have been very troubling
for anyone with half a brain. Yet, it was me, rather than those inane imbecils, who the teachers considered a troubling one. I remember how that became quite obvious when I finally decided to make a remark on my new classmate (a case of genes overriding my better thinking as the new girl happened to be very Aryan looking tall blonde whose intelligence level I was questioning rather innocently I thought). We had actually three teachers in the class and one of them seemed to be totally surprised (and relieved) that I had actually spoken to one of the other kids rather than just to teachers when asked or something as indicated by her words to those other teachers. After noticing that, I definitely considered trying to appear more normal, but then the little snobby voice in my head questioned the utility of doing that with words along the line of “talk to those animals? what could I possibly want to talk about with those animals?”. Thus I remained introverted and strange in the eyes of the common people.