I wanted to get this out there into the world, as it's been sort of bumming me out all day.
I saw that Jessica Nigri posted about her episode of Million Dollars, But so I quickly switched from twitter to the RT app to watch it. First prompt? Loved it. Second one? Not so much. It's something that I could see being funny in theory, vibrating every time you eat, like a vibrator, heehee. But as soon as they began acting it out I felt a pit in my stomach. Because what they're doing is basically someone living with Parkinson's Disease. I don't think this was the intention at all, it just boggled my mind that as soon as they started acting no one called it out. Who knows, maybe someone did, maybe there were meetings, maybe they decided it was still funny.
I understand it's a sense of humor (anyone remember the date with Hitler scenario?), but it still left me with a "this is not okay" feeling all day. I think this has to do with my friend Manoo's grandfather. I interviewed him in the 7th grade for a living history project, where we interview people that lived through World War II. He was in India at the time and didn't fight in the war but it was interesting to get this unique perspective. Five years later he was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. Eight years after that, he passed away. I watched this once vibrant man retreat into himself as he became embarassed of how much help he needed doing basic things like feeding himself.
He was never given the choice of having a million dollars.
So, I thought about what I could do. I could get angry that this was allowed to happen, that it made me feel this way. I could yell and boycott and say terrible things. Instead, I chose to do something positive. I've made a donation to the Michael J. Fox Foundation in the hope that the feeling of dread I had can be turned into something positive. I decided to write this journal because I wanted to tell people that I felt something shitty today and turned it into a positive. I hope you can find a way to do that with your next shitty feeling.