Euphemisms engaged

As many of you may know, I walk with a fairly obvious limp; what you may not know is the reason I walk with that limp. I’ll save all the details for another time; right now, I’ll just give you a name: Cerebral Palsy.

Since I was born with a condition ambulance-chasing lawyers think is tragically awesome, I get to park in those spacious blue parking spaces that always seem to be openly mocking all you able-bodied people. (It’s not your imagination; they really are mocking you. And so am I.) But more importantly, I get to be part of an important hyphenated cultural group: Euphemism-Americans.

I’m bringing this up now for two reasons. The first is my longstanding irritation with today’s vogue term, “disabled.” Those who know me well likely have heard me make some comment about the replacement of “handicapped” by “disabled”; those who don’t know me … well, I’ll summarize for all of you.

Consider the word in other contexts. A disabled car doesn’t work at all; a disabled software option doesn’t work at all; a disabled alarm system doesn’t work at all. It’s not just some glitch that makes it work less efficiently than most cars or software options or alarm systems; it is a total failure of that particular car, option or system. In that light, it seems to me that a disabled person would be dead, because dead people just don’t work (although they have been known to vote in Chicago); in that sense, it seems to me that disabled is actually closer to crippled — a term long fallen out of favor — than it is to handicapped. But somehow, that sense fades to the background when disabled is applied to people.

This confuses me a bit because the previous term, handicapped, made so much more sense; it seemed to me that its uses in other contexts actually made it fairly accurate in this context. But true to the long-term pattern of moving away from simple accuracy and towards something else I really don’t understand, handicapped fell out of favor, and disabled grew in stature and in favor with men. And now it is the reigning reference for Euphemism-Americans.

Ah, but even though disabled is the current reference of choice, there seems to be no end to the creativity modern society can exhibit when it comes to new and exciting terms for us Euphemism-Americans. And that creativity is the second reason I brought up my CP.

Just the other day, Legal Counsel Justin sent me a link to a page on the Toys “R” Us website. The subject line of his email read, “is this better than disabled?”; based on that subject line, I knew it had to be good. And my goodness, it was better than good. When I clicked the link, I was whisked away to a page that actually made me laugh out loud.

Kudos to you, Toys “R” Us, for making this Euphemism-American laugh. “Differently-abled” truly is a euphemism god among men.

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I should probably clarify a couple things:

First, though I don’t have any love for the term “disabled,” I certainly don’t consider it an offensive term. My disdain is not that pointed. I will not become upset if you use the term around me or in reference to me; in fact, I might even laugh at you. And in any case, I won’t even be close to offended, so don’t get all paranoid about it. The world is already paranoid about too many things.

Second, I am aware that there are other more specific terms in use, like “person with a disability.” And while I suppose that is a bit more accurate, it’s also wordy. And given the common use of the shorter disabled, those more specific wordy terms are probably culturally supplemental; the shorter terms are much more headline-friendly.

Lying down on the job

Last Friday, I photographed Chelsea’s football game at Adrian, which is why the previous post was full of pictures from that game. What I didn’t know was that as I photographed the team’s entrance onto the field, there was someone photographing me. Well, not me specifically, but I did manage to relax my way into the frame.

I’m there at the bottom of the picture, lying on the ground and yet hard at work at the same time. And while it may look like I’m about to get aerated by roughly 60 pairs of cleats, don’t worry; I was not in any danger. Trust me, I learned my lesson last year after I nearly got trampled one week and then actually got kicked in the head by a cheerleader a week or two later. Yeah, it was pretty amazing.

Anyway, that photo and article link appeared on the front page of Michigan Elite Football‘s website. It should be on the main page for another day or so; after that, I’ll be just another guy lying on the football field. But don’t worry; I saved a screen shot for posterity. (Unfortunately, the photo doesn’t accompany the full article, so posterity is out of luck with that link. Also, there’s no bigger version available, so keep squinting.)

Oh, and here’s one of the shots I got as I lounged on the grass:

Time grows all hair (unless it falls out)

Recently, the campus ministry Christian Challenge — the group that showed me that an actual social life has its benefits — redesigned its website. The redesign features new content, including a gallery of photos going back to 2003 … some of which include me.

This discovery is notable because one particular photo from 2004 reminded me that I used to be a lot less hairy. This was me in 2004 (complete with a hat at a jaunty angle!):

And this was me just a few months ago (complete with glasses designed to look wildly intellectual!):

That sort of contrast is always a bit startling to me; I see my face every day, so I’m prone to forgetting just how much my chin has grown.

Just for fun, I fed those pictures into a sophisticated computer program designed to produce a remarkably accurate picture of what I will look like in the future. Based on those two pictures, the sophisticated program produced this image of me in 2010:

It seems that at some point, my chin will reach critical mass, thereby causing the hair on top of my head to explode. Apparently, that will also cause me to smile. (And it will make me an extremely talented musician.)

Close, but no hope

While I was flipping through the channels today, I was startled when I thought I saw a familiar face coaching the Columbus Destroyers in the Arena Bowl. Who I thought I saw was the less-than-beloved president and CEO of the Detroit Lions, Matt Millen:

Who I actually saw was the Destroyers’ offensive coordinator, Skip Foster:

So, Lions fans, I’m sorry: Millen is still on the job in Detroit.

Maize and … wait, what?

Hidden in the comments on the excellent Michigan sports blog MGoBlog is a link to a marketing mistake of epic proportions. Click on the image for the easier-to-read full-size version, or check out the actual page (until they fix it, anyway).

Yeah, so … I really can’t add much to that. Just thank you, thank you, thank you to this commenter on this MGoBlog post.

Update: Nike has attempted to fix the page; now it encourages the customer to “show them how much you love Spartan football” … by wearing a Michigan jersey. (The title now reads correctly, identifying it as a Michigan jersey, but the description is still mired in the morass of East Lansing.)

I fought the law, and the penguin won

Official Mindreader legal counsel Justin sent me the link to a bio on the website of a law firm. But don’t start yawning just yet; this is not your father’s lawyer’s bio. It begins by saying:

Kevin, a Shareholder practicing in Otten Johnson’s real estate group, was raised by penguins following a childhood boating accident. He graduated magna cum laude from Colby College, where he learned that not all issues can be reduced to black or white.

I recommend reading the full bio. Be sure to take a look at the awards on the right side.

I am a one-legged hustla

Have you ever wondered how the Mindreader would read if it were written in Jive?  Now, thanks to Gizoogle, you can have the Mindreader translated into Jive.

A few samples:

This particizzles referral led back ta a thread on an internet forum fo` Michigan State Spartan fans. The thread was started by a posta named Drug Deala fo` reasons known only ta nobody, he posted `bout a meth lab raid in whizzay he had participated fo my bling bling. You’d thizzink this would have nuttin’ ta do wit me, rizzay?

(Original post.)

On Saturday, Great Lakes Miznyth Society nDave Boutette played a shizzay in a barn wizzay of Dexta; I enjoy concerts more if I have tha opportunity ta takes a few pictures, so I took mah camera ta tha bizzarn shizzow like this and like that and like this and uh.

(Original post.)

And it is mah hope T-H-to-tha-izzat tha Friends of Belle Isle Aquarium wizzay someday manage ta reopen tha island’s aquarium fo’ real. I was able ta visit it before tha city shuttered it due ta budget problems, n I hope ta be able ta visit it again cuz its a G thang.

(Original post.)

 In tha first game, Chelsea defeated Melvindizzle 14-0; in tha second game, Chelsea faced familiar SEC foe Tecumseh. In a fast-mov’n defensive game, Tecumseh held a 1-0 lead brotha six ballin’. Thiznen, in tha top of tha seventh inn’n, Chelsea loaded tha bases wit no outs, n senior first baseman Zach Leszczynski — play’n through a hand injury suffered in last Saturday’s district final — stepped up ta tha plate so you betta run and grab yo glock.

(Original post.)

Truly, this must be what the internet is for.

Don’t meth with me

A few weeks ago, I was thoroughly amused to find a Russian skiing forum wondering if I was a one-legged skier. But while that was good comedy from my perspective, I have stumbled onto more comedy in my site referrals. And this time, it’s in English.

This particular referral led back to a thread on an internet forum for Michigan State Spartan fans. The thread was started by a poster named SpartanOfficer; for reasons known only to nobody, he posted about a meth lab raid in which he had participated. You’d think this would have nothing to do with me, right?

Wrong. After all, we’re dealing with the alternate universe of MSU fans.

A few posts into the thread, another forum member posted a picture of me — Sgt. Wolverine — and the friendly UM Army guy, and he garnished it with this snarky question: “Two of the perpetrators?”

And it didn’t stop there. Not only was I operating a meth lab — and you all thought I was going into the photography business! — but it seems that before I opened my meth lab, I was the lead singer for the Spin Doctors.


(I am definitely on the cover of Rolling Stone.)

So, to review, in the last month, the internet has taught me three things about myself:

  1. I am a one-legged skier
  2. Until recently, I operated a meth lab
  3. I am Chris Barron, the lead singer of the Spin Doctors

And now I’m wondering: first I looked like Josh Blue, now I look like Chris Barron … who could be next?