Funny how often “Daddy issues” translates to “You expect me to be responsible and mature and not project stuff onto you”.

I hear you. My Dad is astonishing. Throughout my life, my main dating problem has been expecting men to treat me with the same unthinking respect he treats my mother. Oh, and expecting them to take responsibility for their own problems.

I had a strong male figure in my life. A good, kind, intelligent feminist who loved us unreservedly. I was constantly accused of having “daddy issues” because I expected the men in my life to actually be men and not boys with “mommy issues.” ;)

A decade. To me this is yet another anecdote that goes into the pile of “talk therapy is a scam.” My own experience provides the bulk of the pile.

Hate-starring this :(

I understand what you’re saying. From a personal perspective, I was a nebbishy, sweet, Jewish nerd in high school when he was at his creative/critical apex, so I worshipped him. However, I recognized how shitty and mean-spirited his films became post-Mia. Ugly even. It was much easier to let him go on the creative…

I’d absolutely wreck either of them right now. (Respectfully and with proper consent, of course.)

Oh yes. You would be right in that I did, heartily!

Mothers can do literally nothing that pleases the world.

I call that Georgetown Gangster.

The best part about being a fellow gray is that you can say anything you want to them without un-graying them. With great power comes great responsibility; with no power comes doing whatever the fuck you want!

I’m not sure “playing dead” was necessarily conscious on her part. If you read the book Unthinkable: Who Survives Disasters and Why (you should — everyone should read this book), many, many people freeze/appear catatonic when confronted with life threatening situations. There’s a bit in the book about a ferry disaster…

An hour of Bible Study, no less.

Today, I’m reminded of some other little girls: Addie, Denise, Carole, and Cynthia. Their deaths over 50 years ago (also in a church) still scar our country. Like Solange, I’m tired. I’m angry. But mostly, I feel a sad sense of dèjá vu.

All 700 of the Duggars (or however many there are) and the rest of their kooky cult prayed and prayed to God for a worthy distraction from all the news about Josh’s molestation charges/not charges and child abuse. And God saw Michelle’s empty, vapid stare and smiled.

She was brilliant. That movie made me love Mandy Moore.

Gibson’s focus on the horrendous, endless brutality may (may) have been well intentioned but all it did was distract from Jesus being able, even while feeling all that hideous pain, to not let go of the fact of the greater truth behind it. The Passion should really really not have become torture porn.

Jesus has been turned into a teddy bear made of sugar by a lot of these people. Confronting the actual Crucifixion must have literally blown their minds.

:D