What a horrible, perfect description. I would imagine. I ain't shoving anything alcoholic up my lady cave.

God, I love you.

"Sexy Ass Rubella" is my new favorite name for a band.

Right?! How did it even take them this long for such a glorious subject?

GUSHERS. Thanks, man — I had successfully blocked these out thanks to years of therapy and now they are back in my psyche.

PURIM HIGH FIVE!! :)

Uh, you're forgetting Hollywood. See: Polanski, Woody Allen, etc.

"How sad is it that I expected so much WORSE?"

Why is anyone still working with him?

But I think it IS crucial to look at how we're discussing her role in the tragedy — even if it means I come off as sounding a bit nit-picky about the word choice (though, like you point out, it's a pretty loaded term). The whole thing IS heart-wrenching but I believe it's key to err on the side of sympathy in the…

The word choice still bugs me, though, particularly the choice of "indulge", particularly considering that she was dealing with a trouble young man and seemingly feeling like she was running out of options to help him. As mentioned earlier, she was just trying to get through each day, and the father talks about that…

I think the deep divide that you mention is partly why I dislike the father's tone, though. I see what you're saying, though.

IMAGINARY INTERNET.

But non-practicing, doncha know.

You're a scientist who doesn't know how to use basic fucking punctuation, so I'm a bit dubious as to the reliability of your "sources."

I don't think many parents can easily recognize that their kid is a potential mass murderer, though. I mean, surely that's got to a tremendously hard concept to come to terms with. And the parents didn't know about his obsession because it was online and kept from them.

She just sounds like she was desperately trying to cope with the situation and the tone rubbed me the wrong way.

"[...]her willingness to indulge his isolation may well have exacerbated the problems it was intended to ameliorate."

You were in East Bumblefuck and didn't call me?! I LIVE HERE, DAMNIT.

They are alien seed pods of sorrow.