Posts by Emma Hart
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She parties with the best of them, and participates socially when people can remember to face her when they speak.
This is, IMO, much more important than semantics: remembering to face someone who's Deaf/deaf/hearing-impaired when you talk to them. And if they identify as Deaf, to make sure you keep looking at them when they're talking. We're conditioned that it's rude to stare. In Deaf culture, it's rude NOT to stare, because it means you're not paying attention.
The vast majority of people we've met in the Deaf community are perfectly lovely, and asking what they want to be called will go down just fine. If someone's determined to be offended, they will be no matter what you do.
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Granted if I'm describing deafness then deaf is just fine. But what if I'm referring to one of several possibilities?
In the interests of satisfying general interest, no, it probably isn't.
'Deaf' with a capital D means culturally deaf. Someone who is part of the Deaf community, someone who uses NZSL.
My daughter is hearing-impaired. This isn't political correctness: she has a lower level of hearing loss - severe, rather than profound. She is not deaf, and somebody who was Deaf might be offended to see her described as Deaf.
Minefield? You bet.
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I'm sorry, did you just use the term 'boff'? is that onomatopoeia?
I did, and I hadn't thought about that. It's a wonderfully evocative word, and I don't know where it comes from except that it appears to be British - my US friends don't recognise it, but I've seen David Tenant play Marry Boff Kill.
http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/12/star-trek-inspired-c.html
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I love a good bra, or good corsetry. (I can take a moment to plug a friend, so I shall.) The combination of frivolousness and practicality is very appealing.
Also, my partner and I just had a long conversation about whether we could photograph me with handcuffs, slave collar and a packet of green onion chips. The consensus was that we could but we shouldn't.
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<quote>I did change it. If I hard-refresh the page it changes, otherwise it stays the same.
And I should mention that Sacha is indeed fabulous and I have a small part of my brain still mulling over stuff we talked about on the weekend and what I can do.
Which reminds me, I'm supposed to be following up some tips Lucy gave me...
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Stephen Fry just tweeted 92(A)!
We're saved!
Stephen Fry's Twitter icon just went black!
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Foo, great. Many many thanks to the organisers. My only problem was that I was (on Friday at least) a bit too frazzled/late to communicate. Met some of the PA writers I had not met before and was barely able to string a sentence together.
Well it didn't show, Don. And for some reason, listening about it instead of reading about it caused me to make a whole bunch of connections between copyright and censorship that I previously hadn't. (Logical objections to unworkable aspects are countered with 'somebody think of the children/starving artists' emotional blackmail bullshit.)
I, um, may have enjoyed myself quite a lot. In my defense, all those people had to die. I was just doing my job.
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We love the Hurricanes. We want to see you guys make it all the way to the final, where you get beaten by the Crusaders. Cause you sure are fun to watch.
PS Keith is totally a werewolf.
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My exploits were many and varied, and took place in a large variety of settings with a very large number of people, over a couple of continents, and sometimes there was more than two of us, but I don't ever remember being called a slut, and certainly never did I feel my behaviour was "sluttish".
The thing about 'slut' is that it doesn't seem to relate to one's sexual exploits at all. So Sinead and I have both have it tossed at us (only and always by women in the offensive sense) but people we know who are just as 'bad' if not worse than us don't. It seems to be more an attitudinal thing, I guess, and a response to another woman seeing you as a threat.
We are both also people who are very secure in and happy with our own bodies. At least with me this is an attitude which has been largely untouched over a range of twenty-five kilos, several dress sizes, and twenty years. It's about what's inside your head, not what's on the outside of your body.
We do both have fabulous tits, though.
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They weren't the Bee Gees, by any chance, were they?
OMG, my brain.
How long d'you think you'd still be spitting out hair after that?
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Emma- Umm, I'm just intrigued - I know who two of the three were, but was number 3 who I think it was?
I have no idea, who do you think it was?