Sometimes I fear my mania, other times I long for it. I can be full of energy, productive and bright, or paranoid and as sadistic and vengeful as a Greek god. It’s the crash I fear most though, returning to “normal” or worse, depression. Like Icarus flying too close to the sun and having my wings suddenly melt, I fall back down to earth, and either I hit the ground or the earth swallows me whole. The best way for me to describe bipolar in this way, at this time, is that it is like flying with wings made of wax. Only, you never know how high you will fly this time, where you will go or what you will see, and you know you will crash, but never when, where, or how hard. It’s like being a bird with wings that don’t obey, and wind currents you can predict. All you know is the sun is hot, and the ground is hard, and you will hit both, many, many times throughout your life. You just have to learn how to fall, and fall with style.
An event last night prompted this. Not a huge, catastrophic event. Just something small and annoying that is happening more frequently. Inara and I were out for a walk with some friends and their dogs. We were getting ready for our final lap around the park when a woman with two German Shepherds unhooked their leashes and started throwing a ball for them. Hardly a crisis, the dogs seemed very well-mannered and focused on their ball. The problem was that this was in an on-leash only park. Inara started barking because, though she’s come so very far, two large sprinting dogs is still too much for her. So we had to cut our walk short. As I dragged Inara back to my car, I called across the park to remind the woman that leashes are required. I found out later from my walking buddies that after I left, she told…
UPDATE: Upon being notified by Jules that the FBI was involved and contacting the ACLU, the site was taken down. Every voice counts.
Jules of What The Jules has brought to light that there is a blog on wordpress that teaches men how to
“correct […] women […] with rape.”
This blog will
“teach you how to rape harlots and get away with it scot-free.”
It has been reported. Multiple times. WordPress has been contacted about it. Multiple times. And still nothing. It is still up, it is still coming up in searches when rape survivors are looking for resources and support. It is still teaching and encouraging men to rape. That rape “plays such a vital role in society.”
Now, if you’re thinking that yes, this is disgusting, but “what does it matter, its just a blog, right?” No, it is not just a blog. It is a place for rapist to find support from one another, to feel justified, to delude themselves into thinking they are holy warriors as this one so clearly has. It is also a place where young men, teenagers, boys, your brother, your son, can read and develop the opinion or begin to wonder if maybe this is actually what should be done, what is right.
Not my boy. He knows better than that. Does he? We live in a society where we police what is appropriate for women and girls to wear, how to act. Have you ever said, She shouldn’t be wearing that or That’s too short or That’s too tight? This blog offers a “solution” for a woman or girl who does anything from takes selfies, uses Tindr, is a feminist or denies a man sex.
We (read it YOU) need to speak up on this. YOU cannot let this stand. This is not a free speech issue. You can’t yell fire in a building, even if there is a fire, because it is a greater danger to those in the building. This is a danger to all of society. To all of the billions of women and children you do not know, and to every woman and child you DO know. NO ONE is safe from this group. NO ONE is safe from its individuals.
Speak up. Demand WordPress remove the blog The Philosophy of Rape by reporting it HERE. Write to your local news agency about it. Report it to the FBI at FBI TIPS because this IS illegal.
Rape culture is when I was six, and my brother punched my two front teeth out. Instead of reprimanding him, my mother said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?” When my only defense was my mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him. Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.” As if it was my sole purpose, the reason six-year-old me existed, was to not rile up my brother. It’s starts when we’re six, and ends when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to not “rile him up.” Right, mom?
Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation, my father says that women who get raped are asking for it. He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City, with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.”…
Huntington’s is a neurodegenerative genetic disorder, affecting the coordination of muscles, and ultimately leading to cognitive and behavioral issues. “Neurodegenerative” refers the deterioration or progressive breakdown of nerve cells in the brain. Huntington’s is a genetic, inherited disease. It is a progressive disease, meaning it gets worse with time, characterized by dementia, uncontrollable movements, memory issues, mood swings, speech complications, and concentration issues.
Juvenile Huntington’s disease is when the disease onsets before the age of 20, whereas most people with Huntington’s don’t develop signs and symptoms until their 30s or 40s. While various medications can be use to manage symptoms, no existing treatment is able to prevent the physical, behavioral, and mental decline that is associated with Huntington’s.
According to Stanford’s outreach program, behavioral changes that have documented in people afflicted with Huntington’s include apathy, depression, aggression, disinhibition, repetition, anxiety, denial, and hallucinations and mania. Of course, these…
I read recently about a conference on breast reconstructive surgery following mastectomy, to which not one single Real Live Patient who had actually undergone breast reconstructive surgery following mastectomy was invited to participate. This is, sadly, yet another example of “Patients Excluded” health care conferences – in stark contrast to the growing number of notable conferences that have garnered the “Patients Included”designation.*
The result of attending a “Patients Excluded” conference is just as you might imagine: hundreds of people working in healthcare getting together to talk at each other about caring for people who aren’t even at the table. Or, as one physician arguing for “Patients Excluded” conferences protested online:
“I already hear patients’ stories all day long in our practice. Why should I have to listen to more stories at my medical conferences?”