All of us should be aware of the SAG-AFTRA strike at this point, and most of us are doing our best not to scab, come near the picket line, or cross the picket line. Kim Kardashian, on the other hand… well, yeah.
I can’t ever say there was a moment where I really, truly, deeply respected her, so this comes as no surprise.
Yesterday I saw posts on Facebook wishing the Power Rangers franchise’s Pua Magasiva a happy late birthday… you know, the Red Ranger from Ninja Storm. (I’ll get to watching more seasons, I swear.)
For those of you who don’t already know, the actor behind Ninja Storm‘s Red Ranger committed suicide as a result of his domestic violence convictions becoming public knowledge, as the name suppression order he’d wanted to keep on them expired and the judge overseeing the case refused to renew it. This happened in 2019, and every year since then Power Rangers fans have wished him a happy birthday each year when his birthday rolls around. I don’t feel like celebrating anything that has to do with him as much as I feel like forgetting about him, and letting him remain forgotten, due to being a domestic violence survivor. This is, and always has been, different from the tragic circumstances surrounding Jason David Frank’s death. I’ll get around to watching Ninja Storm, but I really do not want to hear about Pua Magasiva in a positive light.
I’m surprised so many episodes have been uploaded by… whoever makes those sorts of decisions, although I won’t question the W (or the fact that Dino Thunder was a great way to bring Tommy back to the series)…
I feel like this is the most accurate representation of autism I’ve seen, all tied up with a neat little bow.
Or, well, almost.
I definitely have the social differences, myself.
I have what a lot of people call “special interests”, but I’m not sure I am comfortable with that terminology.
I don’t have many sensory sensitivites, other than the fact that I have to sleep in complete darkness to actually go to sleep, I have to be in the same position I’ve been in practically my whole life, and the blankets have to be arranged in a certain way. If that doesn’t happen, chances are… slim that I will fall asleep.
As for emotional regulation, I’ve been compared to Daria from Beavis & Butthead since that show came out.
I embody the satire. I am the satire.
I’m not sure about perception unless that’s defined as reading people, which I am not that good at.