Tag: Mental Health

Most Depressing Post Ever. Do Not Read.

No one cares about me. I don’t mean that in a fishing-for-sympathy-pathetic-loser-ish sort of way. I just mean it as a calm statement of fact. My 90-year-old father is in the ICU tonight for a non-COVID-related medical condition. In the coming days, he’ll have… Continue Reading “Most Depressing Post Ever. Do Not Read.”

Patriarchy is not what you think it is. It’s way worse.

There seems to be this idea among many who call themselves feminists that patriarchy amounts to nothing more than men being in charge of stuff, and if only women were in charge of stuff, everything would be better. This belief is both insufficient and… Continue Reading “Patriarchy is not what you think it is. It’s way worse.”

Welcome to Dysfunction Junction!

Welcome to where politics, emotion, and spirituality meet! I live in Grand Junction, Colorado, which is renowned as being one of the most conservative counties in the state. Extremely conservative, in fact. I, most certainly, am not extremely conservative, as I’m sure you’ve guessed.… Continue Reading “Welcome to Dysfunction Junction!”

Mourning Australia

While US TV talks about Iran and Impeachment, an entire continent full of animals is burning to death. I remember back in the ’90’s, it was a thing among a certain segment of the environmental activist community to openly grieve and mourn the loss… Continue Reading “Mourning Australia”

Merry Effing Xmas

Is anyone else as exhausted as I am right now? I mean, I’m always kinda feeling that around the holidays, especially if I have to travel and see family. It’s very stressful, no matter what, every year. But, there’s something about this year that… Continue Reading “Merry Effing Xmas”

Eternal Bull Shit of the Dysfunctional Mind

Why did we build a system dependent upon “competition?” (Yes, Capitalism. Yes, Patriarchy. I’m talking about you.)

I go outside.

Whenever he is in a bad mood, I go outside. Whenever he interrupts me to criticize the content of the sentence I have yet to finish, I go outside. Whenever he argues with me when I’m agreeing with him, I go outside. Whenever a… Continue Reading “I go outside.”

The Question.

The question I have spent more time thinking about over the course of my life than just about any other question is, “Why are people so fucked up?” Why are they rude and condescending and controlling and dismissive and disrespectful? Why are they manipulative… Continue Reading “The Question.”

The Politics of Being an Asshole

In all sincerity, I want this blog, in addition to being a snarky indictment of far-right extremism, to be a place where womyn can find some validation, healing, and support, particularly womyn who, like me, are opinionated, decidedly leftist, and have been through some… Continue Reading “The Politics of Being an Asshole”

I am NOT hip.

I am not hip. I know this. I’m not ashamed. I don’t know what all the emojis mean. Nor do I really care. I don’t use the word “woke,” nor do I call people “basic,” nor do I use the word “adult” as a… Continue Reading “I am NOT hip.”