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July 31, 2008

A Coupla Words to Heeb

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1. Thank you, friend Jews, for having an item in your Summer 2008 about my high school homies, Kevin Krakower and Jon Shecter. Kevi-Kev and I shared many, uh, intimate moments that were sometimes uncomfortably combined with braces. And Jon and I were co-editors of The Record 1986, a fine yearbook, though I think Jon did a better job with The Source. I miss both those guys, and I especially miss Kevi-Kev's mom, who I love.

2. Using the word "schvartzer" isn't funny. Ever. Even next to a photo of Russell Simmons. Taken by Brett Ratner. Wait -- especially in that context. It's racist and disgusting. It was thus when my relatives used it to talk about blacks and Hispanics, and it is now even if you're progressive and ironic and kickass, as you are. Drop it.

July 30, 2008

Cute Fix, and Funny New York Post Typo

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An NJ animal shelter found a cat weighing in at 44 pounds. Good grief! But what's really funny is if you go to the photo slide show, the headline is: "FAT CAN NEEDS A HOME." Yeah, I guess her can is big too.

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This Is Why People Don't Trust Doctors

Philip Dawdy has been emailing with a woman who went to a psychiatrist in Canada and had the most bizarre experience. I have heard of similar experiences, but only with cults.

Out Of Control Psychiatrist Diagnoses Woman With Bipolar Disorder Due To Home Improvements, Nervousness Plus Reaction To An Anti-Depressant

Do You Trust Your Doctor?

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There's an interesting post on the New York Times' Well blog about the newly contentious relationship between doctors and patients. The video content is perhaps most revealing, as each person on the street answers the question, "Do you trust doctors?" The people were clearly talking about general practitioners or internists, for the most part, but I wonder what they would have said if they were asked about psychiatrists. The confidence level would be just as low, I think, if not lower.

Doctor and Patient, Now at Odds

July 29, 2008

Daniel Drinker

Through various channels, I found myself looking at the below videos, and then discovered they're part of a larger documentary series that Will Drinker and his brother Daniel are doing about Dan's life. I really like the series and I hope it continues to grow. Check it out. The below is just fun because it's about my chosen candidate for president, but the other videos about Dan's life are more contemplative.


Is the Recession Causing Depression?

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U.S. News & World Report featured an interview with a behavioral economist yesterday, to try to figure out why consumers are feeling so blue. I never knew behavioral economists existed, but Dan Ariely (pictured) has some interesting things to say to Rick Newman about the psychology being somewhat broke.

Why are consumers so gloomy even though the economy, by traditional measures, isn't all that bad? Is it $4 gas? Or falling home values? Or something else altogether?

I think there are three reasons. First, cars are very important to the American psyche. Think about James Dean and his motorcycle, "On the Road Again," and all that. The American psyche has associated freedom with cars, and now it costs a lot more just to use your car and get this feeling of freedom.

Second, bankers have told us for years, "Your house is your most important asset. You should stretch and buy as much house as you can." Now, it looks like they lied to us in terms of how much we should borrow. And they personally made money in the process!

Third, I think the American people are really losing trust in our institutions. Think about all the meltdowns. First, it was the Internet. Then, Enron. Then, a banking crisis. Then, housing. Now, oil. All of these disasters are coming relatively close to each other. To people, it seems like there's something incredibly wrong with the way markets and institutions operate. Bankers giving crazy loans to people who can't pay them back, then they turn around and sell the same mortgages to people who know even less about them. It's incredible. It's a new version of the Wild West, and it's causing incredible distrust in the markets and institutions.

So, is the gloomy outlook justified?

I think the psychology is justified. If you thought you lived in a world where you understood the forces at work, and all of a sudden you didn't understand what's going on, your trust in the system all of a sudden becomes pretty low. Bankers can give loans to people who don't deserve them... It's not a world we understand or can predict.

To read the rest of the interview, go here.

July 28, 2008

Computer Mended, Breakdown Averted

My beloved computer was sick this weekend and last, and therefore out my hands until later today. I was so nervous. What if my photographs disappeared? Je suis artiste! Images such as this Philly streetscape might never be seen again!

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Anyway. I just feel vulnerable without it. I also feel vulnerable because I just spoke to a reporter about Seroquel and AstraZeneca. That always makes me crampy. I referred them to Philip, of course, as he knows all. But I had to tell my story--about how I take Seroquel, and it's a lifesaver for me, but I'm unusual (suffering, as I do, from psychotic depressive episodes) in terms of bipolar disorder, and there's no substantive science, as far as I know, to prove that Seroquel is an appropriate stand-alone treatment for bipolar disorder, or major depression, or for anything AT ALL in children.

AstraZeneca, as lawsuits and exposes show, is unethical in its approach to marketing and development, but before I knew that, yes, I did a few talks to AZ employees about how much I liked it. Unpaid, I'll add. I severed my ties to AZ as soon as I learned of their unethical behavior, and I never promoted the medication to anyone who didn't work for AZ. But it still makes me feel queasy to talk about it. I think I was a little naive.

July 24, 2008

Lurker? Guilty As Charged

Though I love the idea of online support groups, I never confide in them, ever. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to engage that way. I do, however, read them and read the dialogue that goes on -- and I found that extremely helpful.

According to John Grohol, I'm not alone. Check out this post from PsychCentral for more:

Do Lurkers Benefit from Online Support Groups?

Cute Fix: Cagney

This cat is such a trip. After each meal, she makes these ridiculous noises that seem to be a deranged person speaking through the gates of hell. In this clip, she makes a couple of those noises, but she's mainly preoccupied with getting every bit of crumb she can after her meal. The videos have to be taken secretly because she won't display this behavior in the company of humans. It's all very National Geographic (sort of). Cagney Smith is old -- 18 years old. I keep trying to prepare my colleague/Cagney's owner Tara Murtha for Cagney's death, which is weird given the fact that Tara and I only met about four months ago. It's a little freakish, but I worry about her. What's she going to do? Oh dear. Anyway, enjoy Cagney now.

July 23, 2008

Not Funny, Just Offensive

One of the fave features here is Funny or Offensive? But sometimes there's simply no question. Just a couple hours ago, someone calling his/herself Crazydelphia posted two videos of a heavyset African-American woman just released from a psych ward in the city. It looks like a cell phone video in which she's seen wandering and yelling.

At first, I thought the YouTuber was commenting on the sorry state of the mental healthcare system. But then I noticed Crazydelphia had filed the clips under "comedy."

What's wrong with people?

The Homeless, Apparently Unworried by Life Circumstances, Take Amorous Romps

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I am completely disgusted by the tone of a Philadelphia Inquirer piece today. The headline? "No short-term fix to rid Phila. park of homeless." How about this for a headline: "No short-term fix to find homeless people housing" or "No long-term affordable housing available in city." Let's examine further:

A predawn amorous romp. A bath. A morning shave.

Acceptable behavior for your home. But for a public space like Rittenhouse Square?

The above scenes played out early yesterday among homeless people there, and while residents interviewed expressed dismay, city officials suggested there were no short-term fixes.

Neither the police nor the mayor's office offered any solutions yesterday to end what appears to be a growing problem with homeless people at the square, a jewel of Center City.

First of all, what constitutes "acceptable behavior" is entirely subjective. If the homeless were washing up in a (currently nonexistent) park at 48th and Kingsessing, you can bet your ass the Inky wouldn't think it was unacceptable, nor would they suggest as much in a front-page lede.

But the Inky is all over this beat -- yesterday they ran another crap headline: Homeless remain a problem in elegant Phila. park

I grew up on "elegant" Rittenhouse Square. I came home from the hospital and went straight into the Dorchester, where my parents put me in a dresser drawer until the crib was delivered (hence my claustrophobia, I think). I had countless friends who lived on the Square. It was our hangout. And I can tell you this: This so-called "growing problem" has always been around. And every few months or years, the extremely wealthy people who live on the Square get up in arms about it and want something done.

My parents now live at the Rittenhouse Plaza, and I have never once heard them say they wished the homeless would disappear. They see them as people who are in a bad place in their lives, whether due to addiction, mental illness, alienation from family, socioeconomic disadvantage, foreclosures, etc. And what do people need to do to preserve their dignity? Brush their fucking teeth, that's what. Because if they don't, and they require emergency health care, the rich people will complain about paying for that, too.

What's sad about the way the article is contextualized -- in terms of headline, photo, and lede -- is that the rest of the content in the article is quite sound. For example:

Dainette Mintz, head of the city's Office of Supportive Housing, said the city is focused more on creating permanent housing for homeless people than on criminalizing sleeping in parks.

This is a progressive attitude on the part of the Nutter adminstration, also described in the piece:


"Mayor Nutter spelled out a homeless plan that called for providing 700 units of permanent housing for homeless individuals and families."

That's the kind of action that's needed. But the article also quotes Barbara Craig, who lives "near the Square," saying, in response to a man bathing in the fountain: "As a resident, you don't like to see it. It's kind of gross."

You know what's gross? That a grown man has to clean his body in public, in front of disapproving eyes of people like Craig. Can you imagine how humiliating that could be for someone?

And what's with this generic use of the term "homeless"? How do we know what this man's circumstances are? There are a lot of assumptions being made in this article, but the way they're framed -- especially with the photo -- are simplistic and offensive.

This isn't the first time the Inky's headlines and ledes have contrasted with the content of the pieces. Who's writing the headlines there?

Fortunately, the editorial board has some dignity (not like the romping homeless!), and they ran this piece today as well. And the Inquirer has done good coverage of this issue in the past. Context, people. Headlines. Photos. It all matters.

There's a related poll, too:

What's your reaction when you see homeless people in public places?

-Sympathy

-Empathy

-Revulsion

-How can I help?

-Why doesn't the city do something?

-It's a free country, let them be

-Outrage

I'd like to use the same poll with this question: What's your reaction when you see dehumanizing headlines and sensationalistic framing devices? Sigh.

No short-term fix to rid Phila. park of homeless

Providing housing for Phila. homeless is slow going

[Image via PhillyIMC.org]

July 22, 2008

From the Onion: Funny or Offensive?

Report: Love Letters From U.S. Troops Increasingly Gruesome

WASHINGTON—According to a Pentagon report leaked to the press Monday, love letters written by U.S. troops have nearly tripled in their use of disturbing language, graphic imagery, and horrific themes since the start of the war.

The report, which studied 600 romantic notes sent over a period of two years, found a significant increase in terrifying descriptions of violence and gore, while references to beautiful flowers, singing bluebirds, and the infinite, undulating sea were seen to decrease by 93 percent.

"Not only are U.S. soldiers stationed in Iraq less likely to compare their lover's cheeks to a blushing red rose," the report read in part, "but most are now three times more likely to equate that same burning desire to the 'smoldering flesh of a dead Iraqi insurgent,' and almost 10 times more likely to compare sudden bursts of passion to a 'crowded marketplace explosion.'"

According to detailed analysis of the letters, the longer a U.S. soldier had been stationed in Iraq the more macabre the overall tone of his correspondence became. Troops who had been fighting for less than a year lapsed into frightening allegory only 15 percent of the time, while those who had been serving between two and three years described their affection for loved ones back home as more vibrant and alive than any of the children in the village of Basra.

Troops stationed in Iraq for four years or longer composed their letters entirely in blood.

"The more often U.S. soldiers are confronted with images of carnage, the more these elements become present in their subconscious and, ultimately, in their writing," said Dr. Kendra Allen, a behavioral psychologist who reviewed the Pentagon's findings. "This is precisely why we see so many passages like, 'Darling, I miss the way your bright green eyes always stayed inside your skull' and 'Honey, how I dream of your soft, supple arms—both of them, still attached as ever, to the rest of your body.'"

Allen went on to say that many of the harrowing details found in the love letters were linked to specific events in Iraq. A bloody clash with Islamic extremists in late March resulted in more than 40 handwritten notes from a single battalion, all of which contained some version of the message "My love for you spills out of me like my lower intestine, my gallbladder, and my spleen."

The most noticeable change came after a violent border skirmish in May that left four U.S. soldiers dead and dozens more severely injured. Since the incident, a number of letters, which had previously signed off with "Yours forever," instead ended with "Please God, deliver me from this nightmarish hellhole! The screaming—it never stops! Christ, I beg you, make it all go away! Make the parade of blood and pain and tears go away!"

A number of wives and fiancées of servicemen in Iraq, many of whom are now unsure how to reply to their partners abroad, provided personal accounts of how the tone of their correspondence has changed.

"Getting love letters from my husband used to be my favorite part of the week. But these days, they're almost impossible to get through," said Sheila Miller, whose husband, Michael, has been in Iraq since 2004. "Yes, it's still flattering to be told that you're as beautiful as a syringe full of morphine, or that you're as much a part of his being as the shrapnel near his spine. But I'm really starting to worry about him."

"My husband has never really been the romantic type, but even this is strange for him," said Margaret Baker, the wife of Sgt. Daniel Baker. "How am I supposed to react to hearing that my name is the sweetest sound in a world otherwise filled with desperate cries of anguish? I made the mistake of showing [daughter] Gracie the birthday card her father sent her from Tikrit and she hasn't spoken for a month."

In response to the damaging report, Defense Secretary Robert Gates spoke on behalf of the thousands of soldiers on active duty in the Middle East, saying the study's findings were "misrepresented" and any rise in horrific metaphors and similes was in no way related to the situation in Iraq.

"I've been to our bases overseas and let me be the first to tell you that conditions in Iraq are the best they've ever been," Gates announced at a press conference Friday. "In fact, I would go so far as to say that we're making as much progress here as, say, an army private who accidentally falls on a land mine, and instead of choosing to die in the middle of the road like some dog, drags his bleeding trunk—inch by throbbing inch—to the side of a nearby ditch."

Added Gates, "It's that good."

Song of the Day: "Kill Me Now"

Sorry this clip of the Chapin Sisters is dark. But the song is darkly funny.

July 21, 2008

Cute Fix: Mittens the Chinchilla

Eric Smith, who runs Geekadelphia, which we're spotlighting in PW on Wednesday, is the human companion of Mittens. This is Mittens starring in "Twist and Shout."

Bipolar Made Me Do It: Grope

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Have you ever noticed that the word "grope" rarely appears unless it's in a newspaper? In this case, Mass. state Sen. J. James Marzilli Jr. has been accused in four separate incidents--and wouldn't you know, his lawyer now says the senator has bipolar disorder. But his lawyer will face some stiff arguments if he plans to use it as a legal defense, according to the Boston Globe:

Wendy Murphy, a lawyer representing an Arlington woman who told authorities she was groped by Marzilli in a separate case, said any medical condition is no excuse for the alleged criminal actions.

"A lot of people have bipolar disorder, and they don't hurt others," said Murphy. "And they certainly don't assault women in a sexual way, especially in such a prolific sexual way in the course of several years. If he thinks that's somehow justification for his behavior, he's wrong."

You tell 'em, Wendy.

Marzilli has bipolar disorder, lawyer says

Mass. state senator indicted for sexual harassment

July 18, 2008

Was I Lady Gaga?

Sometimes I look back on my manic periods--the parties and drugs and crazy sex (er, yeah)--and I romanticize it. I think my life then was kind of like this:

But in reality, it was probably more like this:

Sad.

More on Suicide and Firearms (Happy Happy!)

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There's a continuing debate on this subject on my YouTube page, in response to the video I made. I think, given the comments here regarding Steve Chapman's editorial (and the comments on his page), the subject is very live. Thought these YouTube comments might interest y'all:

CousinoMacul:
It is far too easy to kill with a firearm (yourself or somebody else)! I also believe suicide is (mostly) preventable. Besides making it harder to commit the act, society needs to get better at identifying those at risk and reaching out to them (admittedly much harder than the former).

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Im gonna have to agree with the firearm thing. When I was at my lowest all I could think of was getting a gun and if I had one just like you I really dont think I would be here. Its hard to prevent suicide especially when the people around a person dont know how to reach them. It took several therapists to get to the one I have now that really somehow reached me. I guess better education on mental health with the general public and also even more mental health reform. Thanks for the video.


Latinlabel:

Interesting beliefs. I don't think you should feel "lucky" you failed at suicide, rather you should be grateful. Additionally, God has a purpose for your life and wanted you to know that you are not in control, but He is.

Agent99:
"Impulsive" is not the right term. One can hotly desire death for weeks and months on end, and messing with civil liberties would at best provide a few extra hours. And, if someone is so ill they cannot stop the pain, or know that it will come back again, just as bad or worse, in cycles for the rest of their lives, it really ought to be up to each. Especially when one is an adult, it is our right to decide. I'm very glad you're still with us, but I think you're on the wrong track here.

missdoobs:
I agree with Agent99. If you know the pain won't stop, if its cyclic, what else is a person to do (when all else has failed.) The thought of spending 80 years in mysery only to say 'at least i didn't kill myself' makes me feel more depressed than anything. I do agree with the gun thing though. A spur of the moment ending is not right, but if its something thats been thought about often i believe its more of an informed choice. A kind of psychological euthanasia.

missdoobs:
Latinlabel, I hate this saying 'God has a purpose for your life and wanted you to know that you are not in control, but He is. ' That makes someone feel worse. What could be a totally depressed persons 'purpose'? To make others aware? If thats the case than god is an ass. I don't understand how every single person on the planet can have some 'divine' purpose, and if its true, i'd sure as hell like to know what mine is.

July 17, 2008

There Is No Magic Bullet, Folks

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I really appreciate Therese Borchard's response to Newsweek's interview with the author of the new self-help book Unstuck: Your Guide to the Seven-Stage Journey Out of Depression. Like Therese (pictured here), I take meds to manage my illness and that works for me. And like Therese, I also believe that people should do what they need to in order to feel better. But I am deeply skeptical of any book or article or therapist who suggests there are a set of steps you can take to solve the problem once and for all.

So many people tell me to try holistic methods. That doesn't work for everyone, and it didn't work for me or for Therese, who blogs for Beliefnet.com. She writes:

I also have my own empirical evidence or data from the days I weaned off almost all of my drugs in an effort to try to combat my depression with yoga, meditation, Chinese herbs, acupuncture, homeopathic remedies, deep breathing techniques, and fish oil.

How did I do?

I needed a caretaker. In fact, Eric took the equivalent of three months off of work. Because I couldn't drive, work, or take care of the kids. I was completely disabled by my depression and anxiety.

I hear you, T.

Don't Get Stuck on "Unstuck": Depression Is Real, and Drugs Help Me

July 16, 2008

Very Awesome Video About Depression Advice

Is It Insane That I Want This?

Keep in mind that my office is directly across the street from my gym, and I never go there. It's as if the doors are made of fire. But if this were in my office, how could I resist?

Treadmill Workstation Brings Exercise To The Office

July 15, 2008

Are You Going to Kill Yourself No Matter What?

In the below Chicago Tribune editorial, Steve Chapman says having a gun in the house doesn't really make a difference when it comes to suicide.

Is buying a gun a suicidal act?

Cute Fix: Singing Puppies to Sleep

I want this man in my life.

July 14, 2008

Foaming at the Mouth About the New Yorker!

This is what I say to those offended by the New Yorker's cover (here): Are you at all familiar with the history of this publication? As a longtime subscriber, I can assure you, this is utterly in keeping. To wit:

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Have I Mentioned Recently How Much I [Heart] Benedict Carey?

He keeps writing all these delicious stories. Nice job on the below, Ben. (Can I call you "Ben"?)

The piece is also well explicated by my other most-hearted writer, Philip Dawdy, at Furious Seasons.

Psychiatric Group Faces Scrutiny Over Drug Industry Ties

London Goes Mad for Pride

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Here's a piece that ran in yesterday's London Times (yum!) about mad pride and the upcoming Bonkersfest. It takes its starting point from the New York Times piece.

Bonkersfest Laurel Ives

For the most part, Liz Spikol’s videos on YouTube come across as light-hearted and quirky. In one, she pinches her chin to demonstrate her weight gain; in another, she muses on what it meant for her relationship when she lost her libido. Yet Spikol, 40, executive editor and columnist of Philadelphia Weekly, is talking about what it’s like to live with bipolar disorder, a condition she has suffered from since her twenties.

Spikol is part of a growing movement of people who suffer from serious mental illness and are willing to talk honestly and publicly about their condition. She is articulate and successful, and this is part of the point. In books, lectures and blogs, Americans, particularly women, are gathering to fight the stigma of “the mad woman in the attic” and show they can live successful lives.

Now, this confessional trend is gathering momentum in Britain.

In London, a group of people who self-consciously refer to themselves as “mad” are getting together for a day-long festival on Saturday, aptly named Bonkersfest. It bills itself as a celebration of madness, creativity, individuality and eccentricity, “bonkers celebrations for everyone — bonkers or not”.


So Dolly Sen, 37, an artist and writer, will spend the day trying to screw a light bulb into the sky because “the world is dark enough as it is”. There will also be a moving padded cell, a de-normalisation programme, and performance art by Bobby Baker featuring seven adults dressed as frozen peas.

Does it sound a bit crazy? Well, that’s the point. “There’s a history of many artists and writers being diagnosed with mental illness,” says Baker. “People who were unusual and different used to be more celebrated and accommodated, but now there’s a tremendous amount of fear. I feel people like me have a sensitivity and creativity that is very valuable, as well as an enormous sense of humour about the whole thing.”

Bonkersfest was set up by the arts organisation Creative Routes, whose stated aim is to celebrate the creativity of mad people and campaign against discrimination. Certainly, many actors and comedians with mental health issues have talked about their problems. Ruby Wax, who has suffered from depression, will perform a monologue on mental health issues at the Edinburgh Festival in August. Stephen Fry has written about his experience of bipolar, and Hugh Laurie and Emma Thompson have admitted battling mental demons.

Yet for an ordinary person, without the protective glamour of celebrity, it can be much harder to talk about mental illness. “You feel ashamed,” says Sen. “It feels like something that should be hidden. Since I’ve been involved with Bonkersfest, my confidence has gone through the roof. It’s so empowering to be with people who understand you because they’ve been exactly where you’ve been, and you know they won’t judge you.”

Sen has certainly been in some dark places. When she started hearing voices at the age of 14, her life “stopped in its tracks”. Before that, she remembers doing well academically and playing football for her school, but once she became ill, she was taken out of class and offered no further education. For the next 15 years, she was on different kinds of medication and in and out of hospital in what she describes as a “horrible kind of life”. Eventually, the right medication was found, and three years ago, she was offered cognitive-behavioural therapy tailored to psychosis. “It has changed my life,” she says. “I still hear voices and get twinges of paranoia, but I am able to stall those thoughts.” Now she is studying film at university and feels in control of her life.

Baker refuses to say what her diagnosis is and prefers to call herself “bonkers”. “The trouble with labels is that people are very judgmental about those who are different,” she explains. She remembers when she decided to start talking more openly about her problems. “I had a show at the Barbican and thought I was established enough for it to be fine, but I heard a woman say she couldn’t get any of her friends to come because they didn’t want to see ‘some weird madwoman on stage’. I was shocked.”

For Spikol, the experience of talking and writing about her illness has been immensely powerful. “I got lucky with my editor,” she says. “Some people tell their employer about their problems and they get fired. I was asked to write a column. I was nervous about revealing what had happened to me, but the response has been so supportive, it has shown me it is worth writing about.”

Spikol’s symptoms started when she was 18. Initially, she suffered mainly from hallucinations. She was convinced there were cockroaches living in her mattress at university, so she slept on the floor. She managed to graduate, with a lot of support, but by the time she started her doctorate, she was too ill to continue. Eventually, she was given electroconvulsive therapy.

In one of Spikol’s more serious YouTube videos, you get a sense of what that must have been like. She holds up an adult nappy to demonstrate what she had to wear. Patients are also given mouth guards to stop them biting off their tongues. The treatment didn’t help, and it left her so profoundly disconnected from herself that she couldn’t even remember how to wash her hair.

Finally she was given medication that worked, and over the past 10 years, she has felt relatively stable and is in a committed relationship. “My previous relationships were unstable,” she says. “It’s hard for anybody to deal with somebody who is emotionally inconsistent. I went out with damaged people; it was like we found each other in the storm. For the past four years, I’ve been in a healthy, normal relationship. I met my boyfriend through friends, and because of my column, he already knew about my condition.”

She is less preoccupied with the labelling issue than many of the performers at Bonkersfest, and is happy to talk about bipolar disorder. She would rather focus on recovery, survival and being well. “I know some people feel that being mad is a gift to be proud of, but if somebody approached me and said, ‘I have a cure for bipolar disorder,’ I would take it right away. I don’t think the condition is an achievement, I think the way I live with it is an achievement.”

Ultimately, whatever the differences of the people within this movement, what they are all trying to do is reduce stigma, improve care and establish a more open conversation about mental illness — even if it means calling yourself bonkers and dressing up as a frozen pea.

I've bolded a section because of a blog post made by Jane, which you can see here, in which she suggests I'm still focused on being ill rather than being in recovery. I can understand where she gets that impression (and she and I have corresponded in the past and I enjoy her work), but I think if we hung out together and talked, she'd have a different opinion -- maybe one like the writer of the Times piece. Okay, I know I'm being defensive. But, like, it's true!

Anyway, the UK piece provides the opportunity to think again about whether to take pride in our conditions.

July 11, 2008

Mental Recession?

Phil Gramm, how you've cheered me. Here I was, feeling sad about my $4-per-gallon gas prices and $20 bunch of bananas and now I hear I have nothing to worry about. Because the recession is actually just "mental"!

You can't imagine what this does for me, as a mental health journalist and someone who suffers with bipolar disorder. If there's one thing I know, it's how to solve a "mental" crisis. (And thanks, Phil, for rehabilitating the un-P.C. term "mental." I always thought it was cute, too.)

My cure has been, typically, to invest all my pennies in Big Pharma -- specifically Seroquel, Ativan, Effexor and a whole buncha other drugs that the FDA now says might make me want to kill myself. (And yes, I do know those are drugs prescribed for epilepsy, but come on -- I've taken almost all of those drugs at one time or another, and I'm on two of them right now. Off-label is, as they say in my native Philadelphia, the jawn.)

Other options for a mental recession might be exercise, which has been scientifically proven to have enormous benefits mood-wise. Exercise you might want to think about now? Walking to work instead of driving your car, walking home from work instead of driving your car, walking to the junkyard to get rid of your car ... that sort of thing.

Acupuncture can also help people with mental recession issues -- I hear it's good preparation for sticker shock. Electroshock therapy helps you forget your troubles.

Light therapy might work for those who can afford their electric bill, though that's primarily used for Seasonal Affective Disorder. And according to Phil Gramm -- and maybe John McCain, though now he's not so sure -- this Season of Want is just a hallucination.

We're a nation of whiners, all right. Psychotic ones at that.


July 09, 2008

Cindy Brady Gets a Little Out of Hand

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Remember cutie-pie Cindy Brady, played by Susan Olson? I always hated her character, actually. I was all about Jan, who was the loser middle child on The Brady Bunch. Anyway, people are bent out of shape because she went on a radio show hungover and had to end her interview to go throw up. As someone with emetophobia, it was really hard for me to watch that video. But in doing a little web searchity search, thanks to a tip from my colleague Tara Murtha, I'm amazed by the harshness of people's comments about Olson, in large part because she has this breakdown of sorts with her young son in the room.

Now, clearly, she's not getting a Parent of the Year Award for this moment that's been caught on video. But come on. You know how many times I've watched Susan Olson parent her child in the 12 years since he was born? Exactly once. From what I understand, he has Asperger's Syndrome, and she's been an activist on behalf of autism awareness as a result.

Where is the pity? Why do people have to be so judgmental? If I could change one thing about every person around me, it would be to make them less judgmental.

You wanna see the video and talk about what a shit Susan Olson is? Click here.

Funny or Offensive?: Bunny Suicides

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My friend Laura just hipped (verb?) me to this comic, which has been around for a few years, in differing forms. Something about the bunny's face cracks me up.

July 08, 2008

Is Suicide Preventable?

July 07, 2008

Song of the Day: "Deep Sea Diver"

I'm totally into this indie band Grizzly Bear lately. Everything they do sounds depressing. I don't even need to know what they're actually singing about to get melancholy.

Self-Injury: It Shouldn't Be a Dirty Little Secret

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From TTWS reader Robyn comes this response to Lizzy's video:


I wanted to thank you for posting that video on self-injury. I have self-injured for ten years. It has now been a little bit over two weeks that I have not injured myself. I was only able to watch half of the video, and I hope to be able to watch the whole thing at some point-- I just know my trigger threshold and I didn't want to go overboard. As I am sure you know, there is so much stimga, shame, and fear that surrounds this behavior. Every time we do something small, whether it is posting a video, an article, interviewing someone who self-injures, etc.-- we are taking one more step towards breaking the silence.

I too had trouble watching the whole thing. My most recent self-injury episode wasn't that long ago. I couldn't believe that after years of not doing it, I found myself in CVS, buying razor blades so that I could cut myself in style -- not with a kitchen knife or cuticle clippers anymore. I was feeling a lot of confusion and pain, and the next day I told my psychiatrist. I hope not to do it again. But I think it's like the allure of purging for people who suffer with bulimia. It's always there, as a release. Doesn't work, though, which I think Lizzy's video really shows.

July 03, 2008

There's So Much About Rich People We Don't Understand

We might think we know about all the Big Pharma dastardly deeds, but there are all kinds of backroom deals and legal mishegas that's much more important that what small-time bloggers and/or the New York Times think. To wit: news that AstraZeneca's stock has soared because of a patent victory over another Big Pharma co. that wanted to create a generic. No such luck. AZ gets to keep its money-maker all to itself. How does this case affect the little people? I think it means that while I'm paying for Seroquel out of pocket, I'm a lot poorer than I would be if there were a generic. Blech.


AstraZeneca shares soar after Seroquel patent victory in USA

The New Yorker's Purple Prose

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This is only related to mental health in that it's making me completely insane. I love the New Yorker. I'm a longtime subscriber and probably will be until I die. I'm one of those people who thinks about whether William Shawn was indeed the best editor and whether Robert Mankoff is being progressive enough to court a younger demo. And I could tell you which review is David Denby and which is Anthony Lane even without bylines, and with my eyes closed.

You know the kind of people I'm talking about -- and you probably hate them.

Anyway, I love the way the New Yorker is always about six months to a year behind the curve when it comes to music and popular culture. It's kind of reassuring. But give them a film retrospective or screening, and they come in their pants. The latest hilarity is a blurb from Critic's Notebook. The blurb was called "Heavenly Bodies," and because of the confusing layout of the events section the mag, it's unclear if it has anything to do with the present day. I don't think so.

In this blurb, critic Richard Brody writes about a screening that took place "a few years ago" at the Cinémathèque Française (mais bien sur). It was a

"vintage Technicolor print of Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo, made with the dye-transfer process, and it was a revelation: the deep and rich colors suggested the lurid mysticism of El Greco and the romantic darkness of Goya. The tone befits the film's San Francisco setting, steeped in the religious aura of Spanish California, as well as as its story, which hints at resurrection and redemeption..."

El Greco? Goya? Come on, now. What makes it even funnier is that three pages later in the magazine there's a painting by El Greco to advertise an exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. And here's what I'd say Hitchcock if he were here: I knew El Greco, and you, sir, are no El Greco.

Jeez.

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July 02, 2008

Comments, Again

You guys, something is wrong. And I'll tell you what that is. Each and every day here at TTWS, I spend at least an hour going through the comments deleting spam. It's overwhelming. Now, I learn, real comments from good people have been deleted as well. What the fuck? I'll explain why this is happening:

MOVABLE TYPE SUCKS.

Yeah, I said it, and I'll say it again. I dare MT to come at me and tell me why they don't suck and why I shouldn't switch to WordPress.

Anyway, please send your blog comments to lspikol@philadelphiaweekly.com and I will post them as quickly as I'm able. Thanks.

July 01, 2008

Cuts Heal

This is yet another graphic video, but ultimately uplifting and empowering to those of us who have ever struggled with self-injury. I wish only the best of luck to this woman, Lizzy, in her recovery. Don't watch if you're squeamish.

Completely and Totally Shocking. Graphic Content.

A woman dies in a psychiatric emergency room. Two security guards, a nurse and a doctor see her dead on the floor and do nothing. The nurse even kicks her. A mental health advocate on the verge of tears says, "This is not a bus terminal." This video is disturbing but essential viewing.

Surveillance video shows woman die

About

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Liz Spikol is executive editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.