say what you want about rebecca (I would probably agree with you) but I never thought that the reason Wes was so stubborn about helping her was because he fell in love in two episodes flat.
did everyone miss his rant to Keating, about the quarterback’s instutional power and how unfairly he was abusing it? About how, because he was rich and his daddy has influence, he would be able to pin it on a girl with no good defence lawyer and no money? Or the fact that he conned his way into the police station after he saw how the case would go down and what tactics would be used?
Wes is not begging Keating to help Rebecca because he’s a doe-eyed puppy in love, he’s doing it because he sees a helpless young woman in way over head, with no one else to turn to. He was risking his job for this, just like in the first episode when he was willing to quit because he didn’t think he deserved a place; because he thought it wasn’t fair to the other students.
I mean, this is how he gets Keating to take the case, because Keating may be ruthlessly efficient, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t seen intutionalised power upfront. It’s why Asher is on the team. It’s why Quaterback is going to get away clean. It’s the college asking her to represent him, because his father donated millions. She’s morally grey, yes, but that doesn’t mean she has no qualms about doing this. She was so obviously uncomfortable about the situation because she knows the exact power structures that surrounds it; she only chooses to keep quiet because women in her position have to.
Wes doesn’t. Wes and Laurel are both here to fight the good fight to help the underdog. They’re parallels to each other in their morality and sense of justice, just like Michaela and Connor are parellels to each other. Wes brings out the truth, drags it out for Keating to see, asks her to challenge it. The narrative calls out his recklessness (“you don’t know anything about her!”), but sides with him. His actions, chronologically speaking, has always been about doing what’s right.
Fun fact about American health care: if I ever need an organ transplant, I’ll somehow have to hide my autism, depression, and anxiety from the doctors, or else I’ll be disqualified under ideas about quality of life. It’s really great to know how valued disabled and neurodivergent lives are.
So here’s a thing many people don’t know about me: I used to be a medical data analyst. (I still do it occasionally, but not as a full-time job.) It’s a pretty self-explanatory job: I took data - often in enormous datasets - and analyzed it to find patterns. (Obviously, we couldn’t associate these with individual patients; this was just after HIPAA had come into effect, and so this data was very heavily scrubbed to remove any identifiable information.)
One of the patterns I looked for was quality of life and quality of care for people with severe and persistent mental illness (SPMI). For our purposes, that meant major depression, bipolar disorder, general anxiety disorder, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, and “other SPMI” (I encourage you to not send me messages telling me how those categories are terrible, because a) it was ten years ago and b) I wasn’t in charge of the categories.) In particular, we looked at injury, illness, and death in people with SPMI, compared with the general population, while they were in the hospital and at certain intervals after they were released (30 days, 60 days, 90 days, 180 days, and 1 year).
People with severe and persistent illness were much more likely to become ill and/or die in the hospital or shortly after discharge than the “general population”. People with schizophrenia had nearly ten times the deaths while in the hospital, and twelve times the injuries and illnesses.
Just as telling were the notes associated with the patient records. There was a significant pattern in the terminology used. In patients in the “general population”, doctors tended to use the word “is”: for example, “patient is suffering from abdominal cramping”. In patients with SPMI, doctors tended to use the phrase “claims to be”: for example, “patient claims to be suffering from abdominal cramping”.
It was clear to us that medical professionals - in general, I know for a fact that there are doctors out there who don’t do this - were assuming that patients with severe and persistent mental illness were inventing some, if not all, of their symptoms - that the symptoms were not real, and therefore did not need to be treated.
And because of that, these patients were falling ill and dying at alarming rates.
This isn’t personal anecdotes. I spent more than a year analyzing this data - which came from actual hospitals in the United States - and finding these patterns. There’s a problem here.
(I would prefer not to give out the name I was using then in public here, but if you’re interested, message me privately and I’ll see if I can get you links to the articles.)
Excuse me while I go stick my head in a bucket of water
"why don’t you go to the doctor, gabby" "why don’t you trust doctors, gabby" "why do you have persistent morbid visions of your life being essentially over should you fall ill or break a limb, gabby"
when I was studying Greek I would get frustrated and annoyed because often, at the beginning of a sentence or clause — or just scattered haphazardly throughout — there would be three or four “particles” with no specific meaning. the literal translation might be “so thus and”, but of course you couldn’t put that down. they were just placeholder words, colloquial linguistic padding.
now, of course, I realize that I start sentences with “okay but like”.
you can sing the praises of the Greeks all you want, but the fact is, Plato wrote with all the elegance and grace of an off-the-cuff tumblr post.
seriously though like let’s not romanticize the past like we do okay we preseverve personal manuscripts as these MAJESTIC RELICS of the past and it’s like no????? half the shit in manuscripts is so fucking dumb hilarious but dumb it’s like preserving the notes i take in class and trying to discern anything serious from them we even do this with things as recent as shakespeare YOU’D THINK after catullus we would learn that humanity has always found fart jokes funny that EVERYONE draws dicks in their notes that AT NO POINT IN HISTORY have we been refined and mature and like I LOVE IT but let’s ADMIT THAT THAT’S THE CASE (via alfonselric)
page 11 ”i sail, i fly, i indulge in various physical pursuits. i’m a very wealthy man, miss steele, and i have expensive and absorbing hobbies.” A DUDE WITH HIS OWN HELICOPTER?! my vagina exploded immediately. i would let a man with his own plane dog walk my ass, real talk. poor people can’t really fuck with rich people long term without somebody getting murdered, but would i have a tawdry affair with a dude who could whisk me away to his private island for months at a time? you bet your taco i would. also, i like the idea of a person with absorbing hobbies. i can’t date anyone who is going to fuck up my tv-watching time or interrupt my listening to podcasts in the shower for hours on end. go shoot something, my dude. get out your hang glide. back up off me for a minute. when a motherfucker lives in a studio apartment with two members of his disco ska band or whatever there is no room to get away from him when he is being annoying. with a rich dude you could just chill in the servants’ quarters for days at a time without his even knowing you’re there. and that is the sex, when i’m peeing in the jacuzzi in the guest house eating all his fruit roll-ups and homeskillet is too far away to know any better.
— “all the pages worth masturbating to in ‘fifty shades of gray.’" we don’t talk about samantha irby enough. but then again like, is it even possible to talk about samantha irby enough.
I think Ms. Rand and my character Oscar the Grouch would have a lot to talk about actually. I am laughing out loud at this idea.
Why would I want to talk to him. What has he achieved or trying to achieve.
He has achieved what I think is the ultimate goal of your way of thinking.
Isolation. Contempt for others. A hard heart. Yet even he can muster a bit of empathy every now and then.
I am not isolated. I have no contempt for others. Millions of people read my books and find my thoughts inspirational. I hardly spend my time on the sidelines in a trash can grumping.
Not yet anyway.