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So fresh and so clean clean
I always thought that the people who wrote the self-help stuff for college students and people in crisis where either full of shit or a bunch of wusses when they would suggest that, when stressed or distressed, one should brew a cup of tea or “take a hot bath.” I typically interpreted such suggestions as an avoidance of real human angst/suffering on the part of the author. I don’t think I would write a very good self-help book. It would probably be full of things like:
Your anxieties are actually based on some sort of truth, “real” or perceived.
Call an analyst.
Self-medicate (choose your own adventure: brownies, marijuana, or nicotine/tobacco. Alcohol should always be avoided: it is far too dehydrating.).
Get angry at whatever or whoever put you in this mood.
Listen to gangster rap.
Read more philosophy.
Taking a bath seemed so trite and such an empty-signifier of a suggestion to offer someone who was in some sort of duress…
…until now.
In a bizarre turn of events, Ms. Rambunctious has recently become aware of someone stalking her internet person. How does she know this? Teletypewriter has this stupendous widget that alerts her to the sorts of google-searches that lead to the blog. On one hand, Ms. Rambunctious wishes this individual would cease google-stalking her, yet, at the same time, she feels slightly flattered and intrigued by the attention.
Hello beautiful Teletypewriter readers! I’m writing upon my return from the 47th Annual meeting of the Society of Phenomenology and Existential Philosophy. I always love going to these events — of course there are excellent papers and discussion, but it’s also cool to hang out with a bunch of really nerdy people (I’m no exception!). It’s interesting to look around and see folks of all different ages and stages in their careers and, yet, we all sort of look as though we belong in this particular group. This fact was made very obvious when, on the first night of the conference, a bunch of quasi-rabid hockey fans showed up for an event at the hotel.
There was a moment during a Q&A on a panel about identity that haunted me for the rest of the conference and I’d like to write about that now. Read the rest of this entry »
