Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Depression hurts
I've suffered from depression for well over a decade, but have only taken medicine for a couple of years. I was depressed, but I was really good at hiding it, and my parents apparently explained what they did see away as normal teenage angst. So I never got help, and somehow I convinced myself that I could think my way out of it-- if I just got really into religion, if I started meditating, if I had a different personality-- I wouldn't be depressed anymore.
Everything came to a head about 3 years ago, though. I had just gotten my M.A. and didn't have a job, so I moved back in with my parents, which was... an adventure. I love my mother dearly, but she also has her share of crazy, and her crazy and mine don't mix very well. Plus, I was substitute teaching and working a night job, and basically hated life. My symptoms also got a lot worse. I would fly into rages at the least provocation, start crying for no reason, and try to make a martyr of myself. It was past time to see a doctor.
And the truth is, life is much better now. The pills didn't turn me into some zombie; I'm still myself. I still feel sad, but I'm better able to deal with it now. My dog has finally gotten to a point where he doesn't automatically hide when I start to cry for some reason. I still sometimes feel guilty about trying to manage my feelings with chemicals, but I'm still so fucked up in other ways that life seems a bit more manageable now.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
How not to be an asshole on social media
I think the problem many people have with social media is the fact that people are assholes. And no, I'm not new to the Internet. I've always known this. Many people are assholes just for the sake of being assholes, and the Internet just makes it easier for them. But I think some people genuinely don't understand that their behavior is shitty, and they need someone to call them out on it.
In my mind, and YMMV, but I feel like Facebook is a place for people to post things that interest them, things they're doing, and things that make them happy-- to benefit themselves and so that their friends can get to know just who you are. I may not be into everything my friends post, and I may not agree with them all the time, and if that's the case, I have several options: I can ignore that particular post, I can unfriend or unsubscribe to that person, or I can humbly argue with them. In my mind, arguments aren't forbidden on Facebook, as long as they're mature and respectful, and the arguer understands that the OP should get the last word (because after all, you're posting on their wall).
Sometimes, you have to be firm and unfriend those who don't follow these rules. I knew friending my mom on Facebook would be a problem from the start, and I was confirmed in that belief a few weeks ago when I posted something in support of gay marriage on my wall. My mom responded by posting a bunch of Bible verses, which is fine, but the argument eventually became hurtful when she called and asked me to unfriend everyone who had anything to do with my parents' church-- because I was making them look bad.
I think Pinterest is also really interesting territory, because you don't really have any control over who follows you. I really enjoy Pinterest because it's a really convenient place to keep internet sites and pictures that make you happy. The problem, however, lies with the ability to comment on other people's pins. Actually, I wish that wasn't even a feature. In my opinion, the saying "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" should be true. If a person posts something that they enjoy, don't shit all over it in the comments.
I especially see this basically every time someone posts a picture of President Obama. For every picture, 5000 people take it upon themselves to comment that they hate him. If you hate President Obama that much, leave the people that like him alone and post anti-Obama crap on your own boards. Similarly, if you wouldn't personally get the tattoo that someone likes, who gives a fuck? I don't need to know about that.
So if you expect to have any facebook friends or Pinterest followers in the future, do us all a favor: don't be an asshole.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Pursuit of Perfection
One of my former students came to see me the other day, and somehow the conversation turned to how much we both liked the movie Black Swan. Yet the reason for his enjoyment of the movie made me really uncomfortable, and at the time I couldn't put my finger on why. He said he liked the movie because it shows that perfection is possible (even though she had to die at the end).
I think he's missing something fundamental about the movie. Yes, Nina achieved perfection at the end of the movie, but at a huge cost. She lost not only her innocence, but also her mother (and her relationships with all other people), her sanity, and of course her life (depending on how you interpret the movie--I don't think it's set in stone that she died at the end). Seriously, what that character experiences in this movie is not pleasant! In effect, she lost everything that made Nina Nina, all for the sake of being a perfect dancer. Some might say it wouldn't be worth it. And for someone to say that they got from the movie that perfection is possible--and a good thing--scares me a little.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Totally Sexy
Now let's talk about this little girl for a second. I have several theories, and I'm not sure any of them actually make sense. Is she Amy's kid? That's certainly what we're supposed to think with the whole pregnant/non-pregnant Amy deal. But I can't help wondering if that's all a red-herring. Maybe she's River's daughter. Is she Amy/Doctor's? Maybe she's Amy's daughter with a "Time Head." And there's the theory floating around the internet that she is River, and River is Amy's daughter. After seeing this week's episode, my new pet theory is that, off-screen in "The Doctor's Wife," the Doctor and the TARDIS got it on, she got pregnant, and the pregnancy somehow transferred to Amy when she died. That's plausible, right?
I'm also worried about the eyepatch-lady that keeps showing up. If this season ends up being some sort of dream or delusion of Amy's I'll flip my shit--and not in a good way.

What I really want to talk about, though, is “The Doctor’s Wife.” I’ve been excited for this episode since I heard it was written by Neil Gaiman. My favorite comic writer and my favorite tv show? Yes, please!
With the title, I assumed this would be a River-centric episode, which is definitely no problem for me, but what we got was even better (Although there was that cryptic reference to River near the end—what was that about?).
I have this weird obsession with the TARDIS—she’s the last thing left of the Doctor’s home planet, and the two do seem to have a very intimate relationship. In “Parting of the Ways,” it always seemed like Rose and the TARDIS worked together to save the Doctor (“I looked into the TARDIS, and the TARDIS looked into me”), the man they both loved, and I always had the weird feeling that when Rose said,” I want you safe, my Doctor,” the TARDIS was speaking through her. Either way, Rose and the TARDIS seemed to have come to a mutual understanding. One reason Rose has always been my favorite companion is that she got to know the TARDIS on an intimate level and always respected and loved her.
That’s also why I was so offended when the Doctor snapped his fingers to open the TARDIS in “Forest of the Dead”—a lack of basic respect.

Anyway, so I love how this relationship is basically this weird epic romance, and that the show acknowledges that in this episode. We get to know the TARDIS as a person—and she’s weird and wonderful and more than a bit crazy—kind of like our Doctor.

She also sort of looks like Helena Bonham-Carter, no?
And awesomely, we find that she chose him—she stole a Timelord and ran away with him. Her love for him, and the tragic nature of that love, is both beautiful and sad. In many ways, the story resembles “The Girl in the Fireplace”—a ship who’s a woman/ a woman who’s a ship—and the ending is just as sad and inevitable.
So I think my new theory about Amy’s pregnancy is totally plausible. It would definitely do some timey-wimey madness to a pregnancy, no?
Which reminds me:
Dear Writers, The Doctor never needs to use the phrase “spacey-wacey” again, is that clear? It makes him sound like a toddler—in an uncomfortable way, not a cute way. “Timey-wimey” is sort of cute—though not as cute as you clearly think it is. “Spacey-wacey” is just embarrassing for everyone involved. Thanks.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The Vampire Diaries Season 2 Finale Or, Why It Should Have Ended Last Week


Saturday, February 5, 2011
Misogynist Bastards and the Women Who Obsess Over Them
Yeah, a season and a half in and I'm still a little uncomfortable admitting this out loud.



