Since 2000, when the park was established, many stories and artifacts relating to life in the 1940’s have been donated to the park. However, there are still many aspects of the civilian WWII home front that the park would like to discover and preserve, including the experiences of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) people. Likely due to the prejudice and severe legal, economic and social consequences of revealing sexual orientation in the 1940s, the park’s museum collection does not yet have any information about LGBT civilians.
“There is a sense of urgency for the park to collect these and other under-represented stories, since many people from this generation have already passed away without documenting their contributions or experiences from World War II,” says Lead Park Ranger Elizabeth Tucker. The park is partnering with the Rosie the Riveter Trust, which supports the park’s efforts to document LGBT stories, and consulting with public historian Donna Graves to produce a traveling exhibit in 2015.
This information is a decade old. The article this quote comes from was written in 2004 and the source they cited for the statistic was published in 2003 by a conservative parents’ advocacy group and is no longer available, so we have no idea what the parameters were. I’m not saying women aren’t underrepresented in television, because they TOTALLY are. So are pretty much everybody except white dudes. I’m just saying take this quote with a grain or two of salt.This statistic may still be the case, but it seems unlikely given what I know of television today.
“il depend de celui qui passe
que je sois tombe ou trésor
que je parle ou me taise
ceci ne tient qu’a toi
ami, n’entre pas sans désir
it depends on those who pass
whether I am a tomb or treasure
whether I speak or am silent
the choice is yours alone.
friend, do not enter without desire.”—Paul Valery
Not just me, though. You’ll also be helping out a really awesome non-profit community archive. If you’ve got 15 minutes, I’m looking for participants for a short survey as part of a usability study on the South Asian American Digital Archive.
The purpose of the study is to gain a deeper understanding of how and for what purposes the archive is used, what user needs are being met, and what can be improved upon. The information we collect will be used to improve the interaction and usability of the archive. Participation in this study is voluntary and anyone over the age of 18 may participate.
If you agree to participate, please click on the link or go to saadauserstudy.tumblr.com. The study will ask you to perform a few simple searches on the SAADA website and answer questions based on your interactions. No personal information will be accumulated or saved. If you would like more information about this study or have any questions, please let me know or you can contact the research team at saadauserstudy at gmail dot com.
The research is part of a grad school project I’m working on, so all I can offer in exchange is gratitude, but you’ll get that in spades. :) Please reblog and help me get the word out!
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.