Politically Incorrect

Something happened in class the other day that really got me thinking.  Let’s start from the beginning.

This semester, I have been taking a class on employment discrimination.  We talk about ways that employers and businesses become liable for how they treat protected groups.  Different groups are protected based on statutory provisions.  For example, Title VII of the United States Code provides protection against discrimination on the basis of race, religion, national origin, etc.  The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), not surprisingly, requires employers and businesses open to the public to make certain accommodations for disabled people.

During the class period where we were discussing the ADA, our professor told us a story about her husband.  Her husband has a condition that confines him to a wheelchair.  In this story, she told us that they took a trip took to New York.  They were standing in line at a deli; the line was long enough that it went outside of the store.  An employee came out multiple times and asked them to come inside.  When my professor asked why, she was told that it was because my professor’s husband was disabled.  They both politely declined, saying that they could wait in line just as well as anybody else.  Finally, the manager came out and brought them inside to a table.  He explained, “If a city official were to walk by and see you in line at my store, I could get a fine for making you wait in line.  It doesn’t matter if you think you’re OK to wait.”

As my professor told us this, she said something like, “While the statute was without a doubt meant to make things easier for disabled people, it ended up making my husband feel like he was singled out!”

Right after she said this, a student in the back mumbled a comment.  The professor asked the student to speak up, and the student said, “Not ‘disabled person,’ but ‘person with a disability.'”

This really made me upset, and I’ve been trying to figure out why ever since that class.  I couldn’t help but wonder if this student had heard a black person refer to himself/herself as “black” would she have correct them?  “Oh, sorry.  It’s ‘African American.'”  If they had been calling each other the “N word” would she have corrected them?

"I'm sorry, you can't say that."

My problem is this:  why does this student think she can correct my professor when the professor is talking about her own life.  Here was my professor, talking about her own life, talking about the challenges she and her husband face on a day-to-day basis, and the student has the audacity to correct her.  Has being politically correct become such a social necessity that we have to right to correct how a person refers to their own group of people?

Don’t get me wrong, I think that some there are certain words that are so offensive, that I think they shouldn’t  be said.  But who am I to correct a person who is talking about their own life?  Since when do I have the right to tell people how to refer to themselves?  to a person they love?  Telling people what they can and can’t call themselves seems overbearingly paternalistic.  It is as if we are saying they aren’t even competent to pick a name for themselves.

One of those days

Why Mondays? Why is it always Mondays?

The Romgi gets out of class a lot later on Mondays, and the day just feels long. Today was especially bad because the Bwun woke up earlier than usual, was messier and fussier and more demanding than usual, did not take a nap (exactly usual, unfortunately), and drove me crazier than usual. There were so many messes at our house today! By 3pm I had such a killer headache that I called the Romgi home to help me. I just had to have a nap.

Sadly, I never got a nap. After we ate I took a hot bath, and almost fell asleep on the couch – but between the Bwun jumping on my head and company coming over (two separate sets of visitors), there was no chance to sleep. Now the Bwun is finally in bed. We actually put him down an hour ago, earlier than usual, and he probably would have gone to sleep right away, except that he heard company come over. Oh well. The house is quiet for the moment.

Here’s to a bit of rest, and a calmer, cleaner day tomorrow!