Holiday Guide to Self-Medication

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©2014 Michelle Freed

As we officially head into what many of us consider to be Pre-Holiday Crazytown, I have some bad news. You are most likely on the verge of a physical, emotional or mental breakdown.

Holidays can be hazardous to your physical, emotional and mental health. Duh.

Holidays can be hazardous to your physical, emotional and mental health. Duh!

Studies show that brain activity rapidly decreases 5-7 days prior to significant family gatherings, due to stress, overwhelming to-do lists and relatives who don’t know how to look anything up on the Internet. This means that your chances of contracting a cold or flu (and a diagnosable mental disorder) more than triple.*

Personally, I’ve already shown signs of logic and memory deterioration (example: I stored the glue gun in the oven and trimmed the refrigerator with tinsel). As an added bonus, this morning I discovered a box of nails hanging out with sandpaper and medieval torture implements in my esophagus. It’s not something I like to brag about.

The good news is that there are lots of ready-to-purchase, over-the-counter remedies for almost all pre-holiday ailments. It’s just a matter of knowing which ones to use at what time, which is why I’m here to help (hint: you might want to destroy your browsing history after reading this, should authorities or technologically savvy 10-year-olds get involved in the crime scene). Continue reading

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Power is a Four-Letter Word

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Power is obviously a five-letter word, but lately it’s sounding more like something different. Not literally, of course, because that would be weird. Powr? Pwer? It just doesn’t have the same ring.

superman-chris-reevesPower is the thread that strings together the events of the world in the same headline and lead story. Ferguson, ISIS, the CIA … and now Sony Entertainment Pictures. Hell, let’s even throw in Bill Cosby to the mix. You name the crisis, scandal or despicable situation, and you’ll find people in power who have abused it.

Is it that simple? Of course not, but just for the moment, let’s act as if it is.

Voltaire wasn’t blowing smoke up his derriere when he said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” The problem is that people and organizations often come into positions of enormous influence without having any idea how to handle it. As far as I know, there’s no Power for Dummies book (but really, it might not be a bad idea). Continue reading

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The Ferguson Tragedy: It’s So Easy

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For most of us who watched the news break last night from our cozy leather recliners (perhaps with a cold beer in hand), the “whole Ferguson thing” is easy.

Scenes from Ferguson, Missouri in August 2014. Photo by Reuters

Scenes from Ferguson, Missouri in August 2014. Photo by Reuters

When St. Louis County Prosecuting Attorney Robert McCulloch announced that a grand jury will not indict Officer Darren Wilson in the August killing of teenager Michael Brown, some of us felt exonerated. “See?” we say. “That police officer was only doing his job.” It’s that simple.

Some of us were outraged, wondering why, after everything we’ve seen and heard, we will not see a fair trial, with evidence presented in a public court instead of a private grand jury room. “It’s so obvious,” we say. “It’s a cover up.” Continue reading

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Thanksgiving: It Gets No Respect

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(Author’s note: I can’t help but run this again and pay proper respect to Thanksgiving … the lost holiday. Enjoy.)

Thanksgiving gets no respect. It’s the Rodney Dangerfield of holidays, and I’m not going to take it anymore.

Every year I stand by and watch as Americans abruptly switch their attention from stale, leftover Halloween candy to twinkling lights and eggnog. Retailers scramble for early sales, yard decorators untangle lights, and children everywhere pen wish lists the size of outdated phone books.

But that’s only the beginning. The holidays, themselves, are part of the problem. Continue reading

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Boobie Slow Slam: What to Expect from a Mammogram

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This morning I went in for a mammogram, or as I like to call it, my annual Boobie Slow Slam. And I left fighting back tears from the pain. I don’t know if it’s because my lady parts are more sensitive the older I get, or maybe there is a revolt going on (“Damn it, we’re tired of being tortured here! Aren’t there any drugs for this?”). Whatever the reason, it hasn’t gotten any easier, yet I force myself to make and keep the appointment, no matter what.

With the mini-gown on, there's nothing to do but take a deep breath and go meet The Machine.

With the mini-gown on, there’s nothing to do but take a deep breath and go meet The Machine.

Because my mother is a breast cancer survivor, I am well aware of the importance of screenings, which is why I started having them at 36 instead of the standard doctor-recommended age of 40. The first one wasn’t a big deal. In fact, I kept thinking, “What’s all the fuss about? That was a breeze!”

But now things are different, and I maintain my love/hate mammogram relationship with both reluctance and passion, fear and courage.

So what’s it like to have one? This necessary evil that is uncomfortable at best, and excruciating at worst? I want to tell you about it. But men, be forewarned: you might want to sit down for this. Continue reading

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My child is gay. Now what?

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gaymomThe phone call was a surprise. It took a few seconds to register the area code, and even then I wasn’t sure who it was. But I immediately recognized the voice on the other end.

“Wow, it’s been a long time,” I said. “What took you so long?”

It was Gwen,* a woman I worked with over 20 years ago – my office buddy and social conspirator. We always laughed at the same kind of jokes, complained about the same kind of corporate red tape, and agreed on almost every social issue. Except for one.

“I don’t hate the sinner,” she’d say. “I just hate the sin.”

Of course she was talking about homosexuality, and she was sure that being gay was a choice – a baffling one – that went against every tenet of her religion, everything she felt to be “right.” Our debates were always heated, usually ending with clenched jaws and a few days of silence. But that was so long ago.

“I need to talk to you,” she said. “Do you have some time?”

Once we both left our jobs, it didn’t take long to lose touch. But then, as is now a standard, we reconnected on Facebook. We regularly exchanged seasonal private messages, and peppered comments on each other’s posts with funny comebacks or thoughtful reflections. I periodically loitered among her digital photo albums, studying her wedding photos … and then her two children, who grew up over the years in snapshots and abbreviated sentences.

“I think Sarah is a lesbian,” she said. “Now what?”

She was talking about her 14-year-old daughter. And this is why I knew one day she would call me. Because I suspected as much.

Sarah is beautiful. Although to this day I’ve never met her, I know that she loves skateboarding, riding horses and climbing trees. I’ve seen the pictures of her learning to water ski, cuddling with a new puppy, and baking cookies with her younger brother.

She is almost always pictured in oversized gym shorts and graphic t-shirts, hair in a simple, unkempt pony tail … frequently standing out among her fashion-obsessed counterparts posing for selfies. None of these things point to sexuality by themselves, but there was just something about those pictures and the way she appeared that made me wonder.

“You’ve always been an advocate,” she said. “And I’ve always been so judgmental. I guess the joke’s on me.”

No parent wants to see their child go through a difficult time, or struggle any more than what an average childhood guarantees. But the truth is this: Gwen was scared. Not only because of this new revelation, but because she was staring smack-dab in the face at her own belief system – at her lifelong perspective on an entire group of people she had emphatically rejected.

But Gwen is not alone, and I’m so happy about it. Why? Because as marriage equality steadily becomes a reality, and the subject of sexual orientation loses its shock value, more and more of our gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered (GLBT) youth are coming out of that dark, nasty closet. Which means more parents are dealing with this issue openly. Which means it’s not as isolating as it used to be. For anyone. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

So I listened carefully. I didn’t lecture Gwen, as she probably assumed I would. I didn’t chide her, or preach about politics or religion. I assured her that everything was going to be okay. I encouraged her to just love Sarah, support her, and to know that the two of them would get through it together.

And then I couldn’t resist relaying some hard, cold facts. According to The Trevor Project, LGBT youth are four times more likely (and questioning youth are three times more likely) to attempt suicide as their straight peers. In addition:

  • Suicide attempts by LGBT youth and questioning youth are 4-6 times more likely to result in injury, poisoning, or overdose that requires treatment from a doctor or physician, compared to straight peers.
  • LGBT youth who come from highly rejecting families are 8.4 times as likely to have attempted suicide as LGBT peers who reported no or low levels of family rejection.
  • Each episode of LGBT victimization, such as physical or verbal harassment or abuse, increases the likelihood of self-harming behavior by 2.5 times on average.

I also doled out a little tough love. I told Gwen she was going to have to put on her big-girl panties, educate herself, and be her child’s advocate in every way possible. And once we concluded our very long conversation, I emailed her the following list of resources and advice:

  • Find your closest PFLAG chapter and surround yourself with other parents who understand you.
  • Distance yourself from anyone who even remotely suggests that there is something wrong with your gay child. That includes friends, family, colleagues and organizations.
  • If your church tries to “reform” or reject your daughter (or your family), search for another church. Almost every denomination or religion has gay-friendly communities – even if only online.
  • Don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing wrong with you or your child. You just have to be open, research and learn, acknowledge your feelings, work through them, and love your child. The rest will take care of itself.

*Subject names have been changed by request for privacy protection

©2014 Michelle Freed

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Five Top Tips for Dealing with Other People

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Ever have one of those days that starts out perfectly? You know what I mean … when the sun is shining, the air is crisp and filled with so much … potential?

smilesYou might end up at work, focusing on a brilliant idea and immersed in your latest project. Or maybe you’re at the grocery story, minding your own business and looking for the perfect avocado.

Then some person has to come along and ruin everything.

“Hey, you’re needed in a meeting,” they might say.

“Would you just look at these apples? Come and see these apples …” another could suggest.

And your lovely, harmonious day gets shot to hell. Continue reading

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What’s in a name? Everything

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Enough of the Washington Redskins debate, already. It’s time for a change.

AP Poll Redskins NameThe first time I was called a cunt was in college.

My sophomore year I reluctantly took a grunt-work job at a collection agency, and my only task was to call strangers from a list of debtors and ask them to pay their bills. I hated every minute of it. My boss was an arrogant white man with bad teeth and a greasy comb over who routinely ordered me in his office to “see how things are going,” always closing the door and making awkward small talk.

On more than one occasion he crouched down next to me under the guise of correcting my phone etiquette – so close I could feel his stale cigarette breath on my ear and his eyes on my breasts. One day he cornered me in the break room and asked if I had a boyfriend. Continue reading

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Hey, Stupid! I’m Talking to You

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Why did Janay Palmer marry ex-Raven Ray Rice, even after the elevator incident? Dude, let’s talk.

 

Ray Rice with Janay Palmer

Ray Rice with Janay Palmer

Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.

Because it sounded like you just said, “Well, I don’t get why she married him! How stupid …”

While you’re nodding your head, let’s just sit down for a quick spell while I explain something to you, and yes, you’re going to listen.

While all the sports announcers and analysts are debating about who knew what and when they knew it – as if that really makes a difference – I’m going to let you in on some secrets. And I say secrets, because it seems like so many of you don’t have a clue when it comes to abuse. Continue reading

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The truth about Brazilians

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Cocktail parties are usually disasters waiting to happen. Not only can they be cesspools for juicy gossip and drunken mishaps, but there’s always that one person or group who just can’t seem to understand the simple concept of shutting one’s mouth.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when I recently got sucked into a most uncomfortable conversation while attending a colleague’s soiree. A group of eerily tanned women were boasting about their upcoming ladies-only trip – an all-inclusive beach vacation somewhere tropical. Their dazzling jewelry jingled in unison as they slurred their descriptions of a pre-excursion check-list, which included very expensive spa treatments.

BrazilWhether we wanted to be or not, helpless guests were subjected to the final details: “Tomorrow we’re getting mud baths, fresh mani-pedi’s, and ooh, ooh, guess what!? We’re getting Brazilians!”

A charming older gentleman named Roger (who I had only just met) discreetly leaned over and whispered in my ear, “What is a Brazilian?” I promptly coughed and mumbled something about an empty wine glass and headed for the bar. Continue reading

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