The Orlando Magic played with irregular brilliance on Saturday, and lost big time to the Atlanta Hawks. No wonder I am living on Zantac. Boys, you know I love you all, now bring it home for Mom!
Checking the news (no, I don't really sleep, get over it) and saw this headline:
"You don't have to be a celebrity to be bipolar... but boy does it help!"
I'm not sure what it is supposed to help ... acceptance of bizarre behavior? Better access to treatment? Less stigma than attaches to us noncelebrities? I've had severe, sometimes crippling depression and anxiety since I was fifteen. I can't imagine that being a celebrity would have made that road any easier to navigate. And then for almost nine years, I was a defense attorney representing parents who had lost their children to foster care, many because of mental illness. Would being a celebrity have quelled that pain? Does celebrity status somehow stop that terrible inner dialogue that drives some people to acts of violence against themselves or others? Well, I don't buy it. In fact, I think that mental illness is the Great Equalizer. It makes us human, albeit in a terrible way.
Here is my favorite article from the Orlando Sentinel, today's column from Scott Maxwell. Let's face it, we've all been saying the exact same thing:
Rick Scott is enough to make me miss Charlie Crist
"Father, forgive me for what I'm about to say … but I miss Charlie Crist. Oh, I know he had faults as big as the San Andreas. The guy switched positions more often than a weathervane. His vision rarely extended beyond the next election. But he also had a heart. Charlie never targeted the disabled. He never would've made it easier to abuse and neglect the elderly. He never promised gifts and breaks to corporations so that he could cut funding to veterans and schools … all while doubling his own office's budget. For all his many imperfections, Charlie had concern for his fellow man.
And compared with some of the nonsensical and truly damaging actions we are seeing from Rick Scott nowadays, a little naked pandering looks downright refreshing."
As the Wicked Witch cried out as she melted, "what a world, what a world!"