Ramblings of a Middle Aged Lunatic

                I’m going to say this once, for the people in the back.  As a former victim, I am going to be speak for those bullying victims that do not currently have a voice.                Do not, under any frigging circumstances, walk up to us because there’s been a school shooting and you think we might snap.   Good God.   Whomever came up with this wonderful concept has no idea what it is to be bullied, has forgotten what the social dynamics are in schools, and honestly, doesn’t have the slightest clue.                 I know we all want to believe that the perpetrators of school shootings are bullied children rising up in outraged majesty to slay their tormentors.   We want to believe this because it’s a simple answer to a very complicated issue, and it represen...

I hate Valentine’s Day with the burning fire of a thousand suns.                 I didn’t always feel this way.   When I was a small child, I saw it as an occasion to be spoiled with chocolate and parties in school.   Around about fifth grade, I began noticing that my stack of Valentines was always smaller than everyone else’s, and after that the “holiday” became a negative day, fraught with anxiety.   Instead of being a day where you find out how much you are loved, it became a day to find out you are not loved.   It sucks.                 Only twice has a partner made the slightest attempt to live up to the hype.   The first time, a version of which I related in The Playground , my psychotic boyfriend Chris gave me a fake Tiffany charm bracelet on sale for $8.95 at Macy’s.   I would have been thril...