I think I might be in love again, with another writer who doesn't know I exist. But seriously, Patrick Goldstein at the L.A Times, let me buy you a libation of your choice if I ever get to L.A. again. Your column about Jerry Lewis encapsulates so much of my disgust at seeing this glad-handing, crocodile-tear-leaking relic receive any kind of prize from anywhere, except possibly a partial credit for inspiring Krusty the Clown. This saves me from having to write an entire post on my own behalf, which I almost didn't want to do, because any disabled person who has been at all thoughtful about this issue has been to The Trouble with Jerry, and has read the brilliant analysis on this from Laura Hershey and others. So, you don't really need to hear what a pop-culture lightweight like me says about it, but it's interesting, isn't it, that for a community that often has no unifying force, how unified we've all been against this choice by the Academy.

Editors note: From time to time I publish guest articles to the DisabilityNation site. The following was written by Katherine Schneider, Ph.D. Ms. Schneider is a retired clinical psychologist and Senior Psychologist, Emerita at the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire.

I can't decide whether or not to picket the movie "Blindness" when it comes to a theater in Eau Claire. It's an allegory, I know, but the images in it of blind people groping and behaving badly will stay in the back of people's minds. I know--I've been blind from birth and have battled those negative images for 59 years.