Tuesday, September 10, 2002
As if!
I was reading the advice column in the latest issue of Health (love getting SPC magazines in my mailbox at work each month), in which a woman was asking how she could help a friend with depression without "getting sucked into her sadness." The columnist led her reply with the following remark: "Marriage is for better or for worse, but friendships don't have the same rules. Your friend is lucky that you're sticking by her when she's not much fun to be around."
Excuse me?! It was my understanding that close friendship, at least between women, is about being there for each other, and not just in fair weather. Sure, we don't wear poufy white dresses and take vows when we become friends with someone (though sounds like a good idea, as wedding-obsessed as my friends and I are), but we do at least have an unspoken understanding that we're not going to bail when things get a little tough. This is, after all, the test of true friendship. If my friends and I subscribed to this "advice," we would certainly have gotten rid of one another long ago. And our lives would be so much emptier because of it.
In conclusion, I can only say that the "psychologist" who writes this column must have gotten her degree from a) the Internet or b) Hitler, or else she might be on drugs. At any rate, Health should fire her.
At last, there's a name for it
We always knew Adrian had a problem, we just didn't know what it was. But fortunately Health magazine (again) has given a name to his affliction: OAD, or Obsessive Acronym Disorder. The magazine, which totally made up this disease in order to be sarcastic in an article, did not say whether any treatment centers for OAD existed. My guess is, they're TC.
I was reading the advice column in the latest issue of Health (love getting SPC magazines in my mailbox at work each month), in which a woman was asking how she could help a friend with depression without "getting sucked into her sadness." The columnist led her reply with the following remark: "Marriage is for better or for worse, but friendships don't have the same rules. Your friend is lucky that you're sticking by her when she's not much fun to be around."
Excuse me?! It was my understanding that close friendship, at least between women, is about being there for each other, and not just in fair weather. Sure, we don't wear poufy white dresses and take vows when we become friends with someone (though sounds like a good idea, as wedding-obsessed as my friends and I are), but we do at least have an unspoken understanding that we're not going to bail when things get a little tough. This is, after all, the test of true friendship. If my friends and I subscribed to this "advice," we would certainly have gotten rid of one another long ago. And our lives would be so much emptier because of it.
In conclusion, I can only say that the "psychologist" who writes this column must have gotten her degree from a) the Internet or b) Hitler, or else she might be on drugs. At any rate, Health should fire her.
At last, there's a name for it
We always knew Adrian had a problem, we just didn't know what it was. But fortunately Health magazine (again) has given a name to his affliction: OAD, or Obsessive Acronym Disorder. The magazine, which totally made up this disease in order to be sarcastic in an article, did not say whether any treatment centers for OAD existed. My guess is, they're TC.
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