[Yesterday I was just about to post the following when I felt a recurrence of the dizziness that sent me to the floor on Thanksgiving, This sent me to the emergency room, where I spent the second worst birthday of my life. I just got home, now just about 24 hours later, after three blood tests, about ten stroke tests, lots of other tests and quizzes, four doctors and a miserable night, culminating in the conclusion that whatever this was, it wasn’t related to my heart or circulation. 54% of fainting incidents, I learned remain mysteries. Swell.]
Ten years ago today, I went over to my parent’s condo to check on my dad, since my mother, then recovering from knee surgery, was concerned that she hadn’t heard from him. Jack A. Marshall Sr. was also going to take me out for dinner, since it was my birthday, but that pleasure was not to be. He had died, quietly during a nap, a few months short of his 90th year. I miss my father’s inspiration, guidance and unflagging support constantly, and December first has been a matter of serious dissonance for me ever since. I did take comfort, while everyone was telling me that I was a fool not to go to the emergency room after my fainting episode on Thanksgiving, that the odds of anyone dropping dead not only on the anniversary of his father’s death, but also on his own birthday, seems extremely remote. Kind of cool, though.
I took my birthday off of my Facebook page because those reflex happy birthday messages—I send them myself—are meaningless and faintly obligatory. Two years ago I received almost 200 of them, then last year I got the message when the number fell by about two-thirds. I had made it clear by then that I was rebelling against the Facebook Borg aka “the resistance,” and so I had been told that I did NOT deserve a happy birthday. Fine. Bite me.
1 “The Crown” Ethics. A. The Pretend Sister-in-Law Of The King’s Pass! While waiting to see if I was going to pass out again, I began watching Season 3 of Netflix’s “The Crown.” Like the first two seasons, the series is uniformly excellent and largely accurate, but I am annoyed at Helena Bonham Carter’s turn as the middle-aged Princess Margaret. Carter is an excellent actress as well as one of the biggest stars the series has featured, but to be blunt, she’s too fat to play Margaret, who at that point in her life was still vain winning the battle against middle-aged spread (at 5’1, it could not have been easy.) For a production that mostly aims for near perfect look-alike casting (young Charles, Princess Anne and Prince Phillip are especially uncanny), why would the producers allow Carter to appear on screen like this? Mostly, I’m annoyed at her: actors gain and lose weight all the time for roles, and a mere 10-15 pounds would have made Carter a credible and flattering Margaret. She could have hit the gym and laid off the kidney pie; obviously the actress didn’t care, and the producer and director let her get away with it, because she’s a star. Yet all the lines about how glamorous Margaret is make no sense as a result. Carter’s a beautiful woman, but she’s a mighty frumpy Princess Margaret.
B. A perfect future episode for Season 4, or maybe 5, is going on right now. Prince Andrew, the younger brother of Prince Charles, has long been mentioned a party pal of billionaire sex-slaver Jeffrey Epstein, and thanks to a car crash of a BBC interview in which he couldn’t have seemed more guilty and less remorseful, the Duke of York is reportedly being removed from all royal duties and may have his allowance cut off, meaning that his two princess daughters will no longer be supported by taxpayers, among other nasty consequences. Charleshas ordered a crisis meeting with his scandal-scarred brother before Monday night’s dreaded BBC special with key accuser Virginia Roberts Giuffre, who accuses Andrew of raping her while she was under Epstein’s control.
The news media has been ostentatiously uninterested in Prince Andrew’s travails, in marked contrast to its coverage of the various Charles-Diana scandals in days of yore. One reason, I think, is that Epstein’s OTHER celebrity playmate was Bill Clinton, and it will be hard to expose one without drawing attention to the other. After all, the objective now is to get Trump, not remind the public about Bill (or Harvey.) Media bias is exhibited as much by what isn’t reported as by what is.
2. Wait, WHAT? Randi Chaverria, a 36-year-old family and consumer science teacher at Round Rock (Texas) High School,who had been named “Teacher of the Year” in May, was arrested after a student reported that she had performed oral sex on him twice in her classroom last month. (No, not during class. The headlines were vague on that point…) Text messages sent between the student and Chaverria support the teen’s accusations, investigators said.
3. One more reason to celebrate American exceptionalism: This can’t happen here. (YET!) But in Canada, comedian Mike Ward lost his appeal and was ordered by a Quebec judge to pay $35,000 to Jeremy Gabriel, a disabled celebrity who was the target of a mean joke. Gabriel suffers from a genetic disorder that causes facial deformity and affects his hearing, an two of three judges ruled Mike Ward’s facetious comments regarding Gabriel were not justifiable “in a society where freedom of expression is valued.”
The Quebec Human Rights Tribunal ruled the joke was discrimination against Gabriel and his parents and ordered Ward to pay damages for “making discriminatory comments regarding Jéremy Gabriel, infringing his right to equality.” This absurd logic is akin to that of American college students who claim that the opinions of conservative campus speakers make them “unsafe.”
Incredibly—I guess this is a Canadian thing?—Ward was originally ordered to pay an additional $7,000 to Gabriel’s mother. The courts overturned that decree due to the indirect relationship between the joke and the boy’s mother. In 2005, Gabriel sang to Pope Benedict and Celine Dion to achieve his dream of becoming an international singer. That made him a celebrity. In the U.S., anyone can make cruel jokes about them at will, anywhere, any time. They often deserve it.
Ward is defiant, and says he won’t pay a Canadian penny. He deserves out support.
4. When ethics alarms don’t ring…Amazon has pulled Christmas ornaments from its website after many pointed out on social media that Auschwitz- themed bulbs—one shows a train full of doomed Jews arriving at the death camp—are in bad taste.
Good call, Amazon!
17 thoughts on “Sunday Ethics Review, 12/I/50: Birthday/Finding Dad Dead In His Chair Anniversary Edition”
I hope you get this health issue solved soon. 😦
+1, also, check your email. I had a close friend had a close call that started very much like yours.
Also, good vibes and prayers being sent your way.
I’ve been following the Prince Andrew story here and there. In the past, the royal family would have circled the wagons around a blood relative like him. That they’re reacting as they are now is interesting from both a familial and historical perspective, considering their predecessors.
Hope you find yourself on the mend soon.
#4 is actually an example of a company providing too much freedom. It was third party sellers who listed the items, so unless Amazon employee Facebook-esque algorithms to detect offensive content, these items had to be manually reported and removed.
The images themselves do not appear to be purposefully exploitative/marketed to Neo-Nazi’s; if these were similar images of almost any other site of significance, they would be benign. I would imagine that these designs originated from the depths of Big-Brother China, where poor education and forcible shunning of Western Culture made the significance of the images unrecognizable.
Interesting that China doesn’t teach western genocide; maybe it cuts too close to home?
On point 2. The journalist covering the story needs some grammar training.
-,A student reported she performed oral sex on him. – Reading the article it cannot be determined who the “she” refers to or the “him”.
When I first read the post I thought it was a female student fellating a male teacher. Without clicking on the link you don’t know that the teacher was a female. The photo cleared up any confusion but writers should not rely on pictures to ensure understanding of terms. A picture does mean it replaces a 1000 words.
I did wonder about the spelling of Randi but it could have been Randy Randi.
Good observation. It doesn’t make any substantive difference regarding the ethics involved, though.
I read it assuming it was a female teacher and a male student.
Low blood pressure, maybe?
Forgive the indelicacy of the question. Might you be *whispers* in a family way?
His name is Jack…not Jacqueline. Oh wait…nevermind.
Yes yes but you know young ladies aren’t always truthful with those denials. *pat pat* We have this wonderful medicine, no tests on safety with a fetus though. Better withhold it just to be safe, wouldn’t want anything to happen. We’ll just have to assume pregnancy until proven otherwise, it’s for the best.
I’ll order a test. Now you’ll feel just a very slight pinch. *jab*
In the way of my family, not in the family way.
Actually, to die on one’s birthday is not as rare as one might think. The top five most famous people to have this coincidence befall them are as follows:
George Washington Carver.
Machine Gun Kelly.
Well, you got me to thinking, and I figured I’d check it out.
But did any of them have fathers who died on the same date?
You’ve got a 1 in 365 chance, so presumably about 2.5 in every thousand do it.
For a moment there, I got excited thinking some new evidence had come to light. But no. The best estimate of the day of the Bard’s birth is still “around” April 23, based on actual records of his baptism on April 26. Close enough, I guess. Now, if we had a copy of the hospital bill . . . .
A slip of the hand on the keyboard, and all that’s left of my name is “p.”
And seconds earlier, another commenter weighed in with the screen name “o.” Can “q” be far behind.