Open Thread for Personal Stuff: August 2014 Suspended Kitty Edition

Cloudiah, bon courage! Remember, the key to a good interview is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you’re golden.*

Cracked has a good piece up about the connection between being funny and depression. It’s better than I’ve made it sound.

*Careful with that joke – it’s an antique.

Thanks, all! I know the people, and know they like me, but have no idea what my competition looks like.

:: wishes good job hunting karma to anyone else who’s looking ::

Congrats to Cloudiah (and sending out good jobhunting vibes out to all who need them).

And jedi hugs to everyone who needs or wants one.

I just wanted to thank the mammotheers here for all the comments I’ve been able to read while real life has been keeping me from posting.

In my own life right now, I’m plagued by heat waves, teen with mono, camping, camping and more camping (I’m a noncamping type, so this has been interesting), working overtime, and did I mention the heat waves?

I’m just so glad I have this site and the mammotheer’s comments to read, otherwise I’d be banging my head against hard surfaces.

I find that a sense of humor helps me deal with my increasingly treatment- resistant depression and PTSD( the latter sort of comes and goes).

Meanwhile, I wish my body would stop acting up. I have stuff to do.

RE: Policy of Madness

death by asphyxiation isn’t the most common method.

Um, all the warnings for this, but it’s actually the recommended method in Final Exit. If done right, it’s quick, painless, and has low odds of someone managing to resuscitate you in time.

…please don’t ask me why I know that.

RE: GrumpyOldMan

It’s sort of ironic that the people who make us laugh have such darkness in their own heads.

You can’t deny, it’s a genius coping mechanism. It was during the Homeless Year that I made Cracks of Sunshine!

Just got back from The Globe: It was wonderful. As I said elsewhere, I just went to church and enjoyed communion.

Go Cloudiah!

Thanks, cloudiah.

Yep, they’re a dangerous bunch, out riding scooters and playing cards on the porch. It’s learning without a proper desk that made the Nazi’s start killing people, right? Too much fresh air and a flexible schedule is what made Stalin the man he was too. Don’t even get me started on how Ed Gein was twisted from years of being able to talk while he ate lunch. It’s too horrible to tell!
Tee-hee.

One slight correction. In the analogy the commenter made, I was a Nazi. My kids were the prisoners of my concentration camp.
Not even kidding.

TW: Janet Bloomfield.

Hello Mammotheers. I’ve been a reader for several months. Dave does a really good job of tracking and cataloging posts that would, in their own context, be too repulsive for me to actually read on their parent sites.

So today I did something a little foolish. It gave me a lot of respect for feminists like Mr. Futrelle, or Anita Sarkeesian. They deal with this but x1000. Basically, I insulted Janet Bloomfield.

I called out JB on some of the terrible things she’s written recently. Specifically, I twittered her to say she wouldn’t know compassion if it bit her in the face, which I admit is a little mean. Still, her posts on Jimmy Savile being a victim of sexy children and libelling Jessica Valenti were really beyond the pale to me. How could you say with a straight face that those kids deserved it? Or make up libel and call it “Poe’s Law”?

I expected her to be nasty, or ignore me. And I did expect the flying monkeys who follow her to make nasty comments as well; after all I read how she treated Dave and Ms. Valenti on twitter. But I didn’t expect it to make me feel the way I did. And honestly, it was mild- maybe one or two dozen tweets in all, and she didn’t even call me a ‘cunt’. (She settled for ‘slut’.)

I actually feel bad for her. She’s such an unpleasant woman that her only friends are MRAs and MGTOWs. And, being a woman, Bloomfield’s in a position where if she disagrees with anybody in her MRA circle, she’s likely to be the first voted off the island without a warning. She couldn’t possibly have real friends– the only people she might possibly note herself better than are child molesters like Jimmy Savile.

I wish everyone who read her articles and found them offensive would twitter her words to that effect. But even though my phone’s ringing strange numbers from Florida now I think I did the right thing.

— Caroline.

Well, I just walked past my boss’s office where he keeps CNN going around the clock, apparently just for the noise.

Of course they’re talking about Robin Williams.

Just the sound of his voice gave me another crying jag.

I’m [EM]pathetic.

FTFY

Caroline, I wish I could give you a troll-proof umbrella that they would all bounce off!