I really feel that we need a lively opening and those of you who know me realize, as I do, that I’m a bit too wonky for that. Throughout the Institute I’ll be turning to so many of you for help, so I want to start off with a brilliant piece by Norm Kunc.
I’m currently writing ‘Assisted Suicide – The Musical’. This show is my response to the mainstream media onslaught of semi naked disabled people who are having their teeth brushed, their hair washed whilst usually hanging pitifully in a hoist as classical music plays in the background and a sombre voiced narrator tells the audience how awful their life is. What’s the new term for this? Expiration porn? Objectifying us for the titillation of the observer? Making the viewer feel better about their life? Perpetuating the already engrained view that people like that, people like me, people like us, would be better off dead. I wrote Assisted Suicide The Musical in the belief that a witty showtune will do as much to counter that view as any op-ed.