I Know This Was Like, In The Notes Of A Star Wars Post Tm, But Your Take On Darth Vader Being Fucked

i know this was like, in the notes of a star wars post tm, but your take on darth vader being fucked up and evil because he has chronic pain is really ableist ngl. chronic pain can bring out pre-existing poor coping mechanisms, sure, but it doesnt erode someone's whole moral system like you were saying. the idea that any kinda disability could make you evil is pretty harmful. im not here to say you're a bad person or that u would be ableist on purpose or anything, im just suggesting... maybe reflect on ur biases, be more careful about what you say, idk? u dont need to post this publicly or anything, just a heads up

I’m sorry that it took me so long to reply but I had to take a moment to not respond in anger and do some soul searching.

Thank you for calling me out. I don’t remember if I was trying to be funny or serious or somewhere in between but regardless I was in the wrong for not stopping and thinking before hitting post on my take.

I didn’t think that I was being Ableist but maybe I was and now that I’m able to fully step back and look at it I see how I could have come off as Ableist.

You know I think that the Sequel Trilogy is terribly written. There was no cohesive story, little to no communication between the directors to write and tell a cohesive story. They made choices it seems on whims at times with no thought of how the story choices would affect the rest of the story.

It’s almost like they were doing a round robin but not everyone was on the same page and one of them wasn’t sharing everything and got all prissy when their ideas weren’t carried through because they didn’t share and backtracked on what another did because they didn’t like what was written.

My golly, if I didn’t know better I would say that the directors and writers sat down, threw out a bunch of words like characters, locations, weapons and space battles then took turns writing their story using those things.

I actually played a game like that years ago. There was five to six of us and we all chose a subject and then on a sheet of paper we wrote part of a story with what we chose before passing it to the person on our left and took the person on the right’s page and added to their story using our topic.

For those curious I don’t remember all the subjects that were chosen but I remember that we had to include two Jedi, Spider-Man and Mutant Green Jello; a Bar may or may not have been something that was going to be included as I remember something about the two Jedi and Spider-Man drinking/being mildly intoxicated.

Landlords really don’t be giving a shit. Electric chair. Now.

My MIL and BIL were at a supermarket when my BIL said ‘Mom, I think Jonathan Frakes is over there!’ She looked for a moment and sure enough there stood Jonathan Frakes.

No they did not ask for his autograph; my BIL wanted to shake his hand but my MIL thought that it would be better to just let the man do his shopping in peace.

Guys. I CAN NOT!!

I heard that when he originally asked Lady Gaga if he could do a parody of ‘Born this Way’ he was turned down by someone that wasn’t Lady Gaga, they hadn’t even asked her just told Weird Al that she had said ‘no’ so he posted it on his YouTube channel with a brief explanation that he had written it for an album but she had refused to let him officially publish it.

Word got back to Lady Gaga about the situation and she personally contacted him to apologize and explain that the person that he had spoken to hadn’t told her that he had made the request to do a parody of ‘Born this Way’.

Paraphrasing her ‘it’s the highest honor as a singer to have Weird Al do a parody of one of your songs.’

wholesome story :)

When I was 18 I took a ballet class at college and every morning our beginner adult class started just as the Ballet Majors in the studio next door took a mid-class break.

Many mornings they would gather in the doorway of my classroom and watch us struggle through our bar warmups or jumble up a new technique while they smiled and whispered to each other.

And every morning I dreaded seeing them there because I knew they were making fun of me.

I had other classes with some of them, and I was always embarrassed when ballet came up, and it always did, them being ballet majors, because I loved to talk about it but knew they’d seen me dance, and I was sure they thought I didn’t belong in the conversation.

At the end of the semester, our instructor announced that she’d like to invite the dancers from the next door studio to sit in on our final performance as an audience, and everyone in my class hesitated. We’d worked so hard, we wanted to celebrate our progress during our final without being judged. Most of us left class that day suddenly more anxious about the final than we’d ever been.

The next morning, in one of my other classes I had with the ballet majors, one of them approached me, and as if she’d been reading our minds the entire semester, she said

“Hey. I just wanted to say that I know we watch you guys dance a lot, and I wanted to make sure you know we’re never laughing at you. When we watch you guys learn the basics…..it reminds us of when we first started when we were younger. It’s like…looking at ourselves when we first fell in love with dancing. That’s why we love watching you guys.”

It shocked me. I felt awash with relief and utterly stupid all at once.

Here I had spent an entire semester assuming the worst of people who had otherwise been nothing but nice to me in every other setting, and I had no one to blame for that but my own insecurities that I’d allowed to rule me for months.

I’d been so unfair to these girls, because I was self conscious. I was so worried about being judged that I’d judged all of them.

Here I was worried they were laughing at me, and all along they were looking at me with nothing but absolute delight, even envy for what I was getting to experience.

This encounter changed my entire attitude, permanently.

It made me realize that, yeah sometimes people are jerks for no reason, but more often than not, people really are just….Good.

Since that day, I’ve started giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove me wrong, for their sake and for my own.

And I’ve learned that the world becomes a lot better and life becomes a lot easier when you accept that maybe not everyone is judging you. Maybe you’re the one who’s hardest on yourself.

Let yourself be. Let yourself exist and breathe and be happy.

The world is a much better place.