Quotes About Stigma

Faggots are the great immoralists.

In English sometimes they call a mentally disabled person a retard, and there is a kind of accidental poetry in naming a human being with this quality of latency or absence, like a clock left behind in an empty room, a page someone forgot to rip out of a calendar, the walking embodiment of jet lag.

The student body, too, felt more diverse. Rob spoke often of "real people" with his friends, by which he meant people who struggled, like they all did. On the Ivy League campus visits, any sense of daily or long-term struggle had seemed airbrushed. At Johns Hopkins––and maybe he was only imagining this because of the Ivy League stigma absent in Baltimore––Rob believed the average student had worked harder and sacrificed more to be there.

Niggers just like to start shit," he said. "They don't value human interaction, let alone human life. They're just stupid, period. They walk around, trying to act hard, trying to be bangers...That's all a nigger cares about: acting hard. Fronting." "What about the brothers?" I asked. This word felt much safer. "A brother's like me. He just wants to take care of his own and chill.

And if you don't spend every second outdoors, people think there's someting wrong with you.

But do I have "low intelligence"?

Once people know you're a CHEATER it follows you wherever you go.

The owner was this very thin woman who looked sort of bitchy, which, think about it, most very thin women do-even when they smile, it's like grimacing. Fat people are often miserable too, but at least they LOOK jolly even though it's really mostly them apologizing, like, Sorry, sorry, sorry I'm offending your idea of bodily aesthetics, Sorry I'm clogging my arteries and giving the thumbs-up to diabetes.

But to suggest that nobody ever made valuable art unless they were in active emotional distress is not only untrue, it's also kind of sick.

old. I had been trained to believe that a woman was supposed to have children by her mid-thirties—or at least that she was supposed to want them. And if you didn't follow that path, what kind of woman were you? Desiccated, tired, useless. Sexless. A spinster. A hag. An old bag. An old maid. Old.

I am a whore, she said. And in addition to that, I am not a nice woman. But despite these facts, my word is gold.

What of all the men who made her what she is by associating with her?" she asked. "No one worries about the reputation of the men who patronize whores." "I can't believe you would speak of such things," he sputtered in outrage.

Val's upper lip curled as he wondered if Mrs. Crumb knew the meaning of the word fun . Most likely she dismissed it as something vaguely shameful and leading to sin - which, at the best of times, it was .

I worry about a lot of things, though, when I think about Marjory. Is autism contagious? Can she catch it from me?

I liked laser tag, but when I told her that in the first session she put down "violent tendencies.

For some reason his parents had a low opinion of his common sense.

Initially Sir Harold had threatened to take Emerson to law. He was prevented by some notion that this would be unsportsmanlike. (Seemingly no such stigma applied to the pursuit of a single fox by a troop of men on horseback and a pack of dogs.)

Oh, my dear, this is worse than I expected! A strange girl is always a bore among good friends, but one can generally manage her. But a girl who writes books - why, it isn't respectable! And you can't snub that sort of people; they're unsnubbable.

A whore, we've established that, filthy, it goes without saying, but whatever else the hell I am, I AM NOT ENGLISH.

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.

I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. 'Madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.

You don't need an excuse to be depressed.

We will likely soon be living in a society that confuses disease with normal life if the panic and rush to judgement and labeling do not slow down a bit.

We will very likely soon be living in a society that confuses disease with normal life if the panic and rush to judgement and labeling do not slow down a bit.