“In these days before antiseptics, doctors themselves also suffered high mortality rates. Florence Nightingale, a nurse during the Crimean War (1853-1856), watched one particularly inept surgeon cut both himself and, somehow, a bystander while blundering about during an amputation. Both men contracted an infection and died, as did the patient. Nightingale commented that it was the only surgery she’d ever seen with 300 percent mortality.”—Sam Kean, The Tale of the Dueling Neurosurgeons
We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.
They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.
~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.
From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)
especially since how mental illness/ptsd is formed varies with culture and experience. it is horrifying that western doctors are only realizing that now. that mental illness may be a universal issue and problem that everyone faces but it does not mean everyone experiences/deals with it in the same way
There is a cosmic irony in the role payed by Vietnam in Lyndon Johnson’s career….What increased the irony was that Vietnam turned against him that group in society whose approbation he most desired—the college students. Nothing bewildered him more that the sieges of the White House by half-naked hippies chanting: “Hey! Hey! LBJ! How many kids have you killed today?”
He thought he had done everything for them—college loans, scholarships, subsidies—and he considered their conduct nothing but the grossest ingratitude. They were not showing the same concern for his problem that he had shown for their problems—or, at least, that was the way he reasoned.
”—George Reedy, Lyndon B. Johnson: A Memoir, New York: Andrews and McMeel, Inc., 1982, pp 145.
This is one of the most Lyndon Johnson things ever. He did help people go to college… and then he killed them.
From now on, I insist you describe Steven Moffat as “Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat.” Just to make sure you’re being fair.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat is a queerbaiting hack
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat’s writing features sexism and overly complicated plots that don’t really make any sense.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat has characters needlessly tell the viewer information that he should be showing them.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat is incapable of creating real emotional stakes in his stories.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat calls teenage mother a ‘slut’ in DVD commentary
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat says bisexuals are too busy having sex to watch television, and therefore don’t need representing.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat thinks asexuals are too boring to write about.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat thinks that rather than having a female Doctor, it’s about time a man played the Queen despite the fact that men had all the roles of any kind for over 400 years.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat hasn’t had a woman writer for doctor who since Russell T. Davies
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat won an award from an entertainment industry that is to its bones highly racist, sexist, homophobic, amongst a host of other things, including being extremely resistant to change, and as a result, Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat is rewarded for being less than mediocre, incomprehensible, and offensive as fuck.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat encourages and participates in rape culture by blaming women when men ogle them and making light of sexual assault.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat uses every Orientalist trope under the sun and constantly dehumanises, shames and dismisses women of colour.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat cannot keep his continuity straight to save his fucking life.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat thinks “no homo” jokes are viable moments of humor and not actively insulting to actual members of the MOGAI community.
Emmy-award winning writer Steven Moffat won an award for writing the same night “The Big Bang Theory” won an award for comedy, which goes to show the merits of the actual award.
“Two years ago, I challenged the NFL community and all men to seriously confront the problem of domestic violence especially coming on the heals the suicide of Kansas City Chiefs player Jovan Belcher, and girlfriend Kasandra Perkins, yet here we are again confronting the same issue, of violence against woman. Now, let’s be clear this problem is bigger than football. There has been, appropriately so, intense and wide-spread outrage following the release of the video showing what happened in the elevator at the casino. Now, wouldn’t it be productive, if this collective outrage, could be channeled to truly hear and address the long suffering cries for help from so many women, and as they said, do something about it. An ongoing, comprehensive education of men, about what healthy, respectful manhood is all about. And it starts with how we view women. Our language is important, for example: When a guy says “You throw a ball like a girl” or “You’re a sissy.” It reflects an attitude that devalues women, and attitudes will eventually manifest in some fashion. Women have been at the forefront in the domestic violence awareness and prevention arena, and whether Janay Rice considers herself a victim or not, millions of women in this country are. Consider this, according to domestic violence experts, more than three women a day, lose their lives at the hands of their partners, that means since the night of February 15th in Atlantic City more than 600 women have died, so this is yet another call to men to stand up and take responsibility for their thoughts, their words, their deeds and to get help, and to get help, because our silence is deafening and deadly.”—James Brown, host of CBS’s NFL Coverage. (09/11/14)
i really don’t understand why it’s so hard for people to understand why capitalism is such a bad idea. there is enough food, water, shelter for every single person on this planet and yet capitalism creates artificial shortages on all three, depriving millions from the necessities of life.
Unemployment of people able/willing to work is also the most ridiculous thing because, just in my community alone, i can think of endless things that could be done to improve it: we need more teachers, our roads are in shambles, there are empty/dilapidated buildings that can be re-purposed; the resources to pay/provide for the currently unemployed people to do these things exists within my community too.
It’s irreconcilable with any standard of ethics (including Christian ethics, a set of morals our country claims to love so much) to continue to support an economic system that thinks enabling the mega rich to continue to increase their hyper-luxurious lifestyle at the expense of every one else is more important than bettering the lives of everyone in the community.
if you’ve recently heard sam smith’s version of “fast car,” which is going around a lot of blogs today (including outofficial)—please, please, please, promise me you will go listen to the original version. it’s not a heartfelt jazz cover about reckless love penned by a white british gay guy. it’s one small but important part of a fucking masterpiece of an album about being a dead broke, young black lesbian struggling to survive in a fucked up, racist country, and yet still daring to believe in love, and revolution, and a better life.
I have absolutely no quibble with discovering great older work through new covers, or even finding room to love both (or many) versions passionately. (I actually really like sam smith’s album, for whatever that’s worth.)
but in this case the history of the album is really, really important. it was this startlingly specific piece of art that still resonated enough with enough people in 1988 that it sold millions of copies and was nominated for an album of the year grammy. (which she didn’t win, though she she did take home three, including best new artist and best female pop vocal performance for “fast car”—which also went to #3 on the billboard hot 100, which is sort of impossible to believe but true.)
this album was one of those “i didn’t know we could do that” moments in my young life, and if you’ve never heard it before, i hope you’ll take the time to listen now. it holds up well. too well.
Tracy Chapman. If you haven’t listened, go right now.