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Thursday, June 2. 2005Summer AccommodationsSummer Reading: Summer Accommodations Sex, violence, mystery, Judge Crater, and suspense...and coming of age in a classic 1950s Jewish Catskill resort which is very humorously depicted. A medical school pal has written an absorbing novel - God bless him. Especially because he doesn't write like a shrink, which he is, and a darn shrewd one. Favorite quote: "The good things in life you have to seek out and reach for; the shit will always find you." That pretty much sets the stage for the plot - as it does for life.
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"Yes, Dear"Yes, Dear A couple celebrating their 80th wedding anniversary shares their secrets with the world. Humility and moderate alcohol use seem to be part of the picture. Plus true love, of course. Wednesday, June 1. 2005Post-Partum DepressionOne of the ugliest diseases ever. In Western Civilization, we want childbirth to be a time of joy and contentment and fulfillment. That's a happy semi-myth, but it sure did happen for me. Breast-feeding a new baby makes "the world go away" in the most pleasant way. PPD, though rare, as contrasted with "baby blues," which is common, can be devastating. Brooke Shields did a book about her PPD. Get the word out, Brooke. It is easily cured.
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The Buffalo Adulterous Men's ChoirCurt Jester has a clever twist on the RC Church and gays, and it appears that he doesn't care for the aggressive variety of gay advocacy. In my opinion, even if homosexuality is a sin (which I very much doubt, but who am I to say?), the fact remains that those felt to be sinners must be welcomed in church - not protested. If you have no sinners in church, churches would be empty, plus only sinners need Christ's redemption anyway. The implicit sign in front of every Christian church is "Sinners Only, Please." That's the meaning of the cross. The perfect folks can stay home, or golf, or just gaze at themselves in the mirror. Every human who wants to connect with God through Christ is welcome in our church. Period. Jester has a voluminous list of RC bloggers including, I was interested to see, a nunsblog.
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Tuesday, May 3. 2005The Penis MonologuesThe Penis Monologues Apropos my recent post about humorless, bitter feminists: Let those penises speak! Even though we women already know what they're going to say, and it is neither intelligent nor inspiring due to the absence of cortical matter in those cute little happy heads. But have no fear - we normal ladies do enjoy them quite a bit, anyway, despite their low IQs. Especially when they are attached to an interestingly complex, intelligent, quirky, or entertaining human being, preferably tall, dark and handsome. Read Christina Hoff Summer's amusing piece. Free Testaclese! Thanks, View from 1776.
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Monday, April 11. 2005Female Midlife Crisis?Female Midlife "Crisis" No, this isn't going to be one more estrogen-intoxicated "poor women with all their problems" whines. I'll approach it differently, because I feel that this subject is about being human, not about being female. Sure, men and women are different animals, hard-wired in different ways (You are right, Larry Summers! Don't let those nasty Harvard bitches slap you around. Be a man. I know those women, and they will never be happy - their identity is about being aggrieved victims, as are their careers. Small souls who will never find any happiness). Still, Life is Life for all of us. The developmental psychologist and psychoanalyst Erik Erikson cleverly and wisely outlined the stages of the healthy human life cycle, or at least of the Western Civilization life cycle, based on observation. Once he did it, it all seemed self-evident. At each turn in the road, people are confonted with new challenges and opportunities (Oh, man, does this sound trite.). At these turning points, the person either faces the demand for emotional growth, or they don't. For many, the life span is relatively smooth (except for life's unavoidable external bumps in the road). For others, depending on a multitude of internal factors including genetic and personality factors, the changes can present big problems and disruption. We've all known people whose emotional lives never quite seemed to pass childhood, or, more commonly, get stuck in adolescence. We call these things "developmental arrest". These tragic happenings require years of difficult psychotherapy, but are a different subject for another day. Erikson describes a Middle Adulthood (roughly age 40-65), which presents challenges of "Generativity vs. Stagnation", and a Late Adulthood, dealing with "Integrity vs. Depair." The stages are not hard and fast, and the issues do smudge all over, but they are good rules of thumb. During statistically-typical Middle Adulthood, families are completing their mission to raise their chicks. Kids are leaving home for college or to take on the Big World, marriages are no longer fresh, many people feel less ambitious and inspired about work, women become menopausal and men become less virile and physically strong. And most become more reflective and gain perspective on life and on themselves. So it’s no wonder some people ask themselves “What is my life about now?” Some will claim that anyone who asks that question is self-obsessed; that you just keep on keepin’ on. Maybe so. Maybe it’s like late teenagers worrying about self-fulfillment. Still, many ask the question, and how they answer it is important in shaping the final phase of life. Sue Shellenbarger, the popular WSJ Family columnist, has written a book about this: The Breaking Point: How Female Midlife Crisis is Transforming Today’s Women. Despite the hysterical title, the fact that this is nothing new and definitely no “new paradigm,” it’s interesting to get inside the heads of middle-aged and late middle-aged women to see what is on their minds.
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Monday, March 28. 2005Dr. BlissA New Member of The Farm In his misguided, deeply neurotic determination to develop Maggie's Farm as an essential general-interest blog with tens of thousands of hits per day, Bird Dog persuaded me to give this a try. He and my husband have hunted the Maine marshes together each fall for over twenty years. His advice: "Occasional posts, mostly shrink-related but anything that interests you is fair game. Keep it short and sweet with max one or two ideas per post, but you can let it rip once in a while if the spirit moves you." I'll try to stick to that, but I don't take direction well. I am a native Bostonian, a mother of four, a New York-trained Psychiatrist and Psychoanalyst working at a teaching hospital in Boston. We have a fourth-generation country place in New Hampshire where we now just raise Black Angus and keep a couple of riding horses and a couple of aged, useless but loveable retired horses and, yes, you are quite perceptive - Dr. Joy Bliss isn't my real name. Thank God. But I was born cheerful, despite being a life-long Red Sox fan. I can ride and jump and I can shoot and fish; I can sail and I can handle any boat up to 50 feet - sail or power; my golf handicap is lower than yours but it's a boring addiction for bored people; I can serve a tennis ball that will wipe the snot off your nose; I can smack the hell out of a softball or out of any little creep that bothers me. I am a Yankee gal. But piano is my main love, second only to my anonymous hubbie and our granite-ribbed Yankee Congregationalist family heritage. The big fella makes the big bucks and I get to follow my heart in the world of medicine. A good deal. And that's enough about me. Woops- I forgot - Bird Dog wants me to list my favorite adult beverage: Laphroaig up, with two Prozacs ...just kidding about the Prozacs...a double Laphroaig with the hubbie while the kids are away at boarding school. OK. My first blog. We all have known "hypomanic" people, without labelling them as such. It is treatable, but often doesn't need to be. We don't need to label every variant of humanity a "disease," but it's too late for this one, since the NYT has got a hold of it : Click here: The New York Times > Health > Mental Health & Behavior > Hypomanic? Absolutely. But Oh So Productive!
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