Two X Chromosomes, No Brain Cells

Hey, guys! Guess what I just found out? I just heard about this super fun science fact: Women’s thoughts and opinions aren’t centrally located within the physio-cognitive framework of the brain, as previously believed, but within the feminine confines of the vulva. Their exact location isn’t known yet, but my guess is that they’re situated somewhere near the urethra.

It’s a joke. Did you get it? Yet another out-of-touch political figure said that women should have voted for Hillary Clinton because they all have vaginas in common, so I made a joke about opinions coming from your vagina. Am I funny yet? Can I get a Netflix special? I thought talking about vaginas and whatever’s inside them was all a chick had to do to get a comedy deal?


Anyway, according to this statement made by former first lady Michelle Obama, women who voted for anyone other than Hillary Clinton in the 2016 presidential election “voted against their own voice.” To continue:
“What does it mean for us, as women, that we look at those two candidates… and many of us said, ‘That guy? He’s better for me. His voice is more true to me.’ Well, to me that just says, you don’t like your voice. You like the thing you’re told to like,” she added, referring to President Trump.
Wow. What happened to “When they go low, we go high,” Michelle? I guess aiming high is only for winners. Now that Clinton lost, we can call people who didn’t vote for her self-hating, moron sheeple. Why not? Wait, not “people.” Just women . . . Remember when Democrats were the party that didn’t like misogynistic rhetoric? I guess they like female Clinton voters just fine. But those women over there are just a bunch of dumb cunts who don’t know what’s best for ’em, amiright? Why didn’t those brainless bimbos do what you wanted them to do?
Yay, feminism . . . ?
Besides the actually really disgusting misogynistic undertones, there is so much wrong with this. Let’s go in reverse: They “like the things they were told to like?” Every news outlet to the left of Stormfront did nothing but smear piece after smear piece on Donald Trump. Half of the Republicans didn’t like the guy. Breitbart was the only conservative-leaning magazine that even pretended to like him while organizations like Fox News and The Wall Street Journal supported him with only the most tepid of commentary. Have you already forgotten the horribly skewed polling done to make it seem like way more people supported Clinton than Trump? Have you already forgotten that you, your husband, Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, most of the Democrats, a good number of the Republicans, and pretty much all of the relevant celebrities and news commentators were on the side of Hillary Clinton? Who was telling them to like Donald Trump? Are you siding with Clinton’s half-senile ramblings about how all those women only did what their boyfriends/husbands wanted them to do?
The “you don’t like your voice” part is just confusing. Is she saying that those women ignored “their voice” to vote for the candidate that they didn’t really like, but they just got peer pressured into it by the evil men? Or is she saying that “their voice” is one of self-hatred, therefore they voted for Trump, who is a hateful person? Either way, that’s really condescending. It depicts women as either weak-willed sheep or mentally unstable. Thanks. But, rest assured, no one was peer pressured into saying that they supported Hillary Clinton!
What does it mean for us, as women, that we look at those two candidates… and many of us said, ‘That guy? He’s better for me. His voice is more true to me.’
It says that women are individual human beings with their own opinions? Maybe that’s it. I don’t know why you suddenly treated women as the fucking Borg here. “What does it mean for us that we do this?”
I totally get not liking Trump as a female voter. That whole “Grab ’em by the pussy” debacle and weird comments about how hot his daughter is don’t make him look all that chivalrous. That being said, Clinton is married to one of the most famous womanizers in American history, to the point where it seemed like half her job as first lady was to keep his piggish behavior towards women out of the public limelight and has even been accused of paying off women who Bill sexually harassed. So to act like Hillary Clinton’s track record is any less besmirched than Donald Trump’s in the “respects women” department is laughable.
Ignoring that, you vote for politicians based off of policies and how well you feel they represent you. And it’s perfectly plausible that Trump’s actual policy platform and social presence were more appealing to many female voters than Clinton. I really don’t understand how Democrats keep overlooking that incredibly obvious point. Did someone curse them? Are they physically unable to notice or acknowledge that maybe–just maybe–some voters didn’t let a single audio bite of Trump being a jackass play a major role in who they voted for? Has it ever occurred to them that women care about more than just vague “women’s issues, and that maybe Trump’s policy promises about immigration crack-downs and non-intervention and better domestic infrastructure were talking points they liked? Apparently not.

 

I didn’t vote for Clinton in that election. Granted a didn’t vote for Trump either. I wonder how Michelle Obama feels about me then. Am I only kind of a traitor to my gender who let the menz talk me out of voting for the person who I know deep down in my heart truly represented me? What’s worse in her eyes: Not voting for Clinton, or voting for Trump? Or is she one of those people who think they’re the one in the same?

I’ll tell you why I didn’t vote for Clinton, though, since you seem so intent on repeating to me over and over that she is my voice, that she represents me.
Clinton is a war-monger. That’s been one of the only things she’s actually consistent about–how much she wants to keep on bombing the Middle East, particularly Iran, how much she wants to send more people more guns and set up more bases and provide support for more random leaders over there and, hey, by the way, I kind of wanna start a military conflict with Russia too. In hindsight, Trump’s “no intervention” promise was broken, but we’re talking about the election day, not hindsight. On election day, and right now, bombing Iran was something she really wanted to do. I’m a pacifist. Put two and two together.
Clinton gives no fucks about black people and yet sets herself up as the “pro-black” candidate strictly because she has a D next to her name, essentially getting that demographic’s votes then promptly fucking them over. She had very clear financial ties to for-profit prisons in addition to financial ties to the individuals and companies that backed those for-profit prisons. When someone pointed out to her that for-profit prisons are one of the main factors of the prison industrial complex that disproportionately victimizes non-violent black people, she responded by caring a lot until someone gave a very generous donation to the Clinton Foundation and and promptly stopped caring. When commenting on the drug war, she said black people were “super predators.” And the Clinton Foundation has a habit of “helping” black communities by supporting economically exploitative charter schools and supporting education policies that defund under-performing urban public schools, which I’m sure helps bring those test scores up.
There are lots of “smaller” things: how she gave every indication of wanting to pass the Trans-Pacific Trade Act, how she’s flipped-flopped on the drug war more than a dying fucking fish, and how she’s buddy-buddy with the people who threw our country into economic recession. There’s also the whole “the DNC intentionally screwed over Bernie Sanders because they wanted a corporate neo-liberal as the Democratic nominee” issue.
But please, Mrs. Obama, tell me how Clinton totally represents me and how I’m a fool for thinking otherwise.
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Why Colin Kaepernick Failed (Bonus: Trump Still Doesn’t Understand the First Amendment)

Hey, guys!

A Note: I think I may do these shorter political commentary posts more often. There hasn’t been anything that I’ve felt like making a full-on post about for some time. Even my post on Paul Joseph Watson was sitting in my drafts for a while. So perhaps these shorter ones will be a welcome change of pace and a chance for me to make more consistent content.


So this is going to be about Colin Kaepernick and why no one in their right mind should support his current efforts, liberal or not. But first:

Trump recently went on a Twitter tear clearly directed at Kaepernick, stating “anyone who disrespects our wonderful flag or our country should be fired, yadayadayada.” And that’s ridiculous for multiple reasons, even though I don’t support Kaepernick. Firstly, the NFL choosing who it does and doesn’t keep on is allowable in the constitutional sense, but Trump’s statement is another example of someone caring far more about the legal-speak of the First Amendment instead of the point and value it was trying to instill in the American citizenry. No, it wouldn’t be unconstitutional to fire Kaepernick because he’s being politically controversial, but “make this man lose his job because he disrespects something I personally think is important” is not something that jives with the principle of free speech, and my reader-base doesn’t need to be told why.

Also, the notion that we need to automatically respect our country is stupid, and the stupidity is only increased by the notion that “respecting the country” means . . . participating in arbitrary and symbolic acts of shallow patriotism that accomplish nothing. Specifically mentioning the flag is also questionable. The flag is a piece of fabric, not something inherently warranting of respect and reverence. It’s what the flag represents that is important: freedom. And that “freedom” includes the freedom to not give any fucks about symbols we’ve associated with luvin’ ‘Murka. So, in summary: Trump proves once again that he is a bully who does not lend much credence to one of the founding values of the country. Which is more unpatriotic than not standing up while a song plays, in my opinion.

Kaepernick’s not off the hook just because Trump’s reaction to him is ridiculous, though. Colin Kaepernick is legitimately one of the worst things to happen to mainstream liberal activism in a long time. This is not the man you want to be the celebrity face of your protests if you’re a progressive. I feel bad for them because Kaepernick is a prime example of someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing. Here are his initial statements, that he has expounded upon many times since:

“I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color. To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder . . . This is not something that I am going to run by anybody. I am not looking for approval. I have to stand up for people that are oppressed. … If they take football away, my endorsements from me, I know that I stood up for what is right.”

Everything you need to know about why he’s been put through the wringer is in that quote: He’s a rags-to-riches story of a happily adopted bi-racial child achieving his dreams and becoming a multi-millionaire in an entertainment field that has thrived off of connecting itself to American patriotism. The true American Dream (TM). And that above statement makes him seem like he’s wholly disconnected from reality and totally ungrateful for the huge opportunity he has been afforded.

Yes, continue to whine about how people of color are a universally oppressed class, black guy who was handed more money than most people will see in their entire lives to play a sport on TV, an entertainment field largely populated by other black guys given even more money to do the same thing. There seems to be some inherent notion in many modern-day activists’ headspace that if you’re not making things unpleasant for yourself and others than you’re not activist-ing correctly.

And the saddest part of all is that he even sucks as a liberal martyr, because his downfall wasn’t his passionate liberal activism. His downfall was the fact that he’s bad at it. I don’t care that he decided to sit out the national anthem. I don’t care that he grew out his natural hair. I don’t care that he wears BLM shirts on the field or references their organization during the games. I don’t care that he’s chosen to talk about these things. No one else would either if he’d taken half a second to look up what goes into effective, inspiring political/social rhetoric. But no one has bothered to pull him aside to tell him to shut up for a second and learn how to get his ideas across in a way that’s digestible to the wider public. That’s the entire point of activism–to successfully impress an idea upon the public–and he fails.

Hey, Colin! Releasing multiple statements about how the country you live in sucks and will always suck isn’t that great a way to be inspiring. Empty cynicism doesn’t really get the masses all jazzed up. He could do literally all of the same things (go around talking about “blackness,” and wearing an afro, and promoting BLM, and not standing for the national anthem) and avoid almost all of the ill-will he’s garnered if he just learned how to frame his fucking complaints.

DO NOT SAY: “America sucks, and it’s never been good for anyone who wasn’t white ever, so I’m not going to show pride in it. I’m doing my duty as a celebrity to give voice to the idea that America is awful.”

DO SAY: “I of all people know about America’s potential to be a true land of opportunity.  Sadly, for many people, that isn’t being lived up to, and that disappoints me. I’m doing my duty as a celebrity to give a voice to those people and the injustices they face so that I can help America achieve its full potential.”

Boom. No one’s mad at you anymore, Colin. Well, that’s not the case. But all the people turned off by how you just seem to hate the country that made you a rich man would no longer be turned off. You frame yourself as a true patriot who wants to see his country achieve the highest prosperity, who wants everyone to have the freedom that America stands for and that you know it can accomplish. You frame yourself as a man with goals and a love for the values his country was founded upon, not just someone who wants to bitch and moan about how bad things are despite all evidence to the contrary.

Liberals, stop defending this guy. He makes you look bad. He really does.

Pewdiepie Says Nigger, Women Most Affected

This will be a very short post just making fun of the generally idiocy of how modern “activism” works, namely how it seems far more interested in raking individual people over the coals for doing something “bad” than . . . actually helping anyone. This doesn’t just happen with celebrities either; how many New York Times articles have you read about a 42-year-old housewife in Minnesota saying a mean thing while in line at the grocery store, and someone was there to record it with their iPhone, so now we have to make a national story out of it and pile on top of this one random nobody and act like they’re the human personification of everything evil in the fucking world so we can feel good about being Good People (TM).

It’s fucking ridiculous. I’m sure everyone knows that it is. But the need to act like a stranger saying something you don’t like is in any way important or relevant to anything is apparently a very strong one indeed. That’s what happened with Pewdiepie recently. He said ‘nigger’ while livestreaming some shitty FPS game. This is not only news, apparently, but it’s news we have to beat into the fucking ground and harp on until the end of time.

The people getting mad about this have clearly never gotten onto X-Box Live for more than two seconds. Someone saying edgy curse words whilst simultaneously playing a multi-player FPS game is a trope older than fucking dirt. It doesn’t make those people waaaacist, it makes them edgelords who compulsively say the most offensive words they can think of as a means of expressing their frustration because gaming as a culture generally encourages hyperbole, the overlap with 12-year-olds being pretty damn high. You can say it’s stupid an immature and I’d likely agree with you, but to go even further by pinning a moral label to it is ridiculous. You’re like Christians clutching their pearls at the vulgar, sinful language in the hippity hop. Just stop it.

It’s just another sign that we’re in the midst of a moral panic no different than when Frank Zappa had to go up to the Supreme Court and talk about how he didn’t give a fuck about whether or not his music “corrupted the children.” It’s a bunch of people getting offended on behalf of the poor, oppressed blacks to feel good about how non-racist they are. The notion that a black person can exist and also not be overly offended has apparently escaped them. Once again, you get all the well-intentioned-idiot rhetoric about how the blacks are a strong independent race who don’t need no man, but don’t say a word they don’t like or they’ll fall to pieces on the spot.

And for some anecdotal evidence: I’m black, and I live with people who are black, and I’m friends with people who are black, and I watch YouTube videos made by people who are black, and I have yet to come across one black person who has given half a fuck about this. Even if they think white people shouldn’t be allowed to say nigger, they don’t care, because what some random jerk-off in Sweden does has no bearing on them in any way. But by all means, continue to be offended on our behalf random, white liberal journalists who should probably be laid off seeing as how there’s and utter lack of things to talk about. There has to be if this is what you’ve decided to harp on as “news.”

Depression is Just a Lack of Bootstraps (TM)!

I was going to let this video slide under the radar. I was going to go on with my life, assuming everyone already knew how surface-level stupid this video and its attempts to elucidate the truth about depression was. But then Paul Joseph Watson decided that “depressed people are just a bunch of pussies” is the hill he’s going to die defending seeing as how he’s just released a new chat with a fellow mental health expert who also thinks depressed people are just a bunch of pussies.

So I guess I have to go back and address the original video in question. Fuck. It’s actually very frustrating because PJW very frequently scratches at the door of having an actual point to make about real problems concerning how we deal with mental health, but consistently ruins it by falling back to the tried-and-true “stop being a pussy” logic of someone who has no real idea what depression even is.
Let’s begin, I guess . . .


1 in 10 Americans are now on anti-depressants. 1 in 4 women in their 40s and 50s are on anti-depressants. The rate of anti-depressant use has increased 400% over the last two decades . . . Why has depression become so common place in modern society? I’ll tell you why: We’re bathed in a culture that glorifies and fetishizes depression. *insert whining GIF*

This is the part where he scratches at the door of relevancy. It all goes downhill from here. I agree that modern American culture doesn’t deal with mental health–depression in particular–very well. We have an issue with simultaneous “need unmet” and “met un-need,” i. e., people who need help don’t get it and people who don’t really need help use up those resources instead. There are very many factors going into that, but I’ll narrow it down to what I think is the major one: the popularization of mental health pharmaceuticals.

With readily available drugs to treat mental health, the topic of mental health became less of a stigmatized one. What once implied that you had an extended stay at a psychiatric ward and were an embarrassment to your family no longer had the same debilitating, shameful connotation; so people were more comfortable talking about their mental health and getting help for it. The dark side of this, though, is that opening the door to conversation also means opening the door to people thinking they have issues that they don’t have. I actually would blame a good deal of that cultural hypochondria on pharmaceutical companies and their very effective marketing strategy of telling people that normal things are signs of serious mental health problems. The problem is that a lot of those hypochondriacs are the relatively well-off individuals who can afford to blow time and money on mental health treatment they don’t need, while lower-class people often get shafted out of those resources because they don’t have the time and/or money, and don’t tend to live in environments that have latched onto “self-care” as an idea as much as the American middle and upper classes have.

I’ll even throw PJW a bone here and say that I do see a certain level of “glorification” of mental health issues like depression, especially in liberal circles. It’s like Buzzfeed’s weird tendency to treat therapy like this wonderful, amazing thing that everybody should try, like it’s the new pumpkin spice. Or Tumblr’s very well-documented history of having a user base that lavishes you with praise if you let slip you’re feeling a little blue. As I mentioned, the “self-care” thing going on right now does oftentimes seem very self-indulgent even though its base idea–make sure that you yourself are healthy–is a fine one. That’s where my bone-throwing stops, though, because this is by no means the overall “culture” glorifying depression. These are very niche, liberal sub-cultures with very little connection to mainstream cultural viewpoints. If anything, the mainstream culture thinks depression can be cured with a pill, not that it’s something cool and “edgy.”

It’s now a form of virtue signaling to constantly drone on about how depressed you are. You see it all over YouTube, these sniveling hug-and-confess videos made by privileged millennial brats who haven’t had a proper day of hardship in their entire life. They think they’re being edgy when in fact they’re engaging in yet another form of basic bitchery.

So much is wrong with this . . . Okay. Paul Joseph Watson does not know what depression is. He just doesn’t. Depression isn’t dependent upon how good you have it in life. You can be a “privileged millennial brat who hasn’t had a proper day of hardship” and still be clinically depressed. The entire point of classifying depression as a mental illness is that it is hindering and maladaptative: Having nothing to be sad about and yet still feeling miserable is what makes it clinical depression.

There’s actually a very huge and very relevant controversy in the world of clinical psychology as to what should qualify as clinical depression in a medical sense (read: something health insurance covers). As I said above, most people have classified depression as something maladaptive, but that definition oftentimes excludes people who would otherwise fit very firmly into the category of “clinically depressed.” Can someone whose life royally sucks be clinically depressed? That’s what the question boils down to. Because feeling sad and hopeless in a situation that actually warrants it is a healthy emotional reaction, isn’t it? If so, does that mean that people shouldn’t get any medical help, subsidized or otherwise, because it’s natural for someone in a worthless, dead-end job to feel empty and suicidal? Yeah, you can see why there’s a debate going on. That’s also another big contributor to “met un-need:” people wanting to be better safe than sorry when it comes to dealing with something that can potentially kill you.

Social media has created a generation of young people suffering from narcissistic personality disorder. They try to one-up each other with depression brownie points with endless blubber-fests about their poor privileged lives.

On the topic of social media: A lot of people use Facebook and YouTube as a means of venting. People pretty much treat those like diaries. You can talk all you want about how people shouldn’t treat publicly viewable social media posts like personal diary entries, but that’s essentially the purpose they serve. For many people, making a YouTube video about their depression is the only platform they have to comfortably talk about that kind of thing. It’s venting to a camera. I see no difference between this and writing emo poetry that you then send off to a literary magazine or listening to sad music that other people can hear. I’ll, once again, throw him a bone and say that yes, there are people who only make those kinds of posts and film those videos because they’re attention whores who just want to see a flood of praise come their way by implying they want to kill themselves or some shit. But it’s incredibly disingenuous to say that all the instances of this happening are just whining attention whores.

I would also advise against showing off how little you know about narcissistic personality disorder in a video where you already know fuck all about depression. Hint, hint: being a bit self-obsessed on the internet is by no means the only qualifying factor for NPD. That tangent about how narcissistic the Facebook generation is also makes no sense as part of the wider argument. The “bratty, narcissistic 20-somethings and teenagers” aren’t the generation that has contributed to the huge bump in depression diagnoses. The social media-free Baby Boomers and Gen-Xers are the ones being prescribed Prozac in record numbers. So much for the “growing up with Facebook makes you more prone to being a pussy” argument.

Meanwhile, people living in African mud huts literally give zero fucks.

According to this article that it took me literally five seconds to look up, the lesser developed parts of Africa (the “mud hut” parts) have some of the highest rates of clinical depression in the entire world at around 6% of the population; while the more developed countries in West and South Africa have comparatively lower rates. Fail.

Maladjustment is now “trendy,” and not in a kind of Morrissey, emo, grunge-esque kind of way. We’ve always had that.

If we’ve always had a thing for wallowing in our own sadness, why are you complaining about it like it’s some new occurrence?

I’m talking about this ridiculous idea that we’ve been forced to swallow that constantly admitting weakness is a strength. It isn’t. Strength of mind is a strength. They’ve transformed being anemic, weak-minded and easily upset into a positive personality trait.

No, we’ve turned being willing to admit that you have a problem/need help into a positive personality trait. I seriously doubt that even the most liberal-minded treehugger off of the Berkley campus thinks that being weepy and miserable is a good thing. Who is making this argument? Who?

Strength of character used to be about the ability to deal with negative stuff without just falling to pieces at the first sign of distress. Now look what they’ve turned us into: simpering pussies wallowing in our own misfortune whenever any tiny thing doesn’t go our way, overeager to share every minor anxiety in a giant self-pitying Facebook post.

I’m just going to repeat myself in all caps now, to really get it across. PAUL JOSEPH WATSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT DEPRESSION IS. Depression isn’t “falling to pieces at the first sign of distress.” People with clinical depression, more often than not, try to hide and ignore the more debilitation elements of depression in school and the workplace because (especially in America) there’s a very prevalent notion that you just have to power through and make it to the other side and then things will be fine. You just gotta keep swimmin.’ This notion that people with depression are falling to pieces and weeping in the streets is not accurate. It’s not. People who are suffering from clinical depression so thoroughly that they can’t even put forth the effort to power on through tend to be borderline catatonic, not the weepy whining pussies that Paul is describing.

“Oh, but there shouldn’t be a stigma around depression anymore! That’s mean!” Yes, there should, just as their should be a stigma against smoking and obesity. Depression has become the new fat pride movement. Our culture is telling young people that depression is completely normal and should be embraced. Depression is not normal, but allowing yourself to be indoctrinated with this idea that it is is the primary reason that you can’t beat it.

Let’s go ahead and add “stigma” to the list of words and terms that PJW doesn’t have a complete grasp of. Also, on an off note, if 1 in 10 Americans is on anti-depressants, that is pretty fucking normal in a strictly statistical sense. People aren’t saying, “Depression should be embraced, don’t stigmatize it by saying it’s bad.” That is a strawman, and you know it.

People are saying, “Depression is a mental illness, and shouldn’t be stigmatized as people not having enough bootstraps to stop being so sad all the time.” That ‘why don’t you just man up?’ mentality doesn’t treat depression, it makes it worse. One of the most common traits of depression is feeling worthless and weak and ineffectual. Do you really think that going up to someone who is clinically depressed and telling them, “Get off your useless fat ass and make something of yourself, you worthless, self-pitying pussy!” is going to have a positive impact on that? I also need a citation on that last claim that thinking depression is normal is why it’s so hard to get over. No, I’m pretty sure depression being a physically impactful illness that requires active and direct measures to successfully address is why it’s so hard to get over.

This coerced mental fragility also renders you completely helpless when it comes to dealing with actual tragedy and hardships. They’ve turned us into complete pussies, because pussies are easier to push around and manipulate.

PAUL JOSEPH WATSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT DEPRESSION IS. Being someone whose helicopter parents made them ill-equipped to deal with personal conflicts and hardships as an adult and being clinically depressed are not the same thing.

Logically, the depression epidemic makes no sense. By every single objective factor, there’s never been a better time to be a human being living in the West. Even amongst the poorest, our basic needs are met and exceeded. Depression was barely even a thing–it wasn’t even talked about 50 or 60 years ago. So why is everyone so depressed now when we’ve got it so much easier? It’s because you’ve been completely misled about what depression actually is.

PAUL JOSEPH WATSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT DEPRESSION IS. I seriously just need to put that into my copy/paste clipboard at this point. Hey, Paul! There’s  reason that million dollar lottery winners oftentimes wind up offing themselves–having all of your physical needs met doesn’t make you happy or more mentally stable.

That second part is also so fucking ridiculous that I don’t feel the need to address it for very long. Yes, there was hardly any depression in the 50s and 60s, just like there were hardly any gay people before the 70s. Just like there were hardly any cases of Alzheimers before the 1900s or PTSD cases before the 40s. Pro tip: just because people didn’t talk about things with the same terminology in the past doesn’t mean those things didn’t exist. The fist Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) wasn’t made until 1952 and that manual wasn’t made into a reliable, standardized text until the late 1980s. Nah duh you didn’t see people walking around talking about depression back then.

But please, do enlightening me on what depression actually is. You’ve proven yourself very well-read and reliable on the topic of mental health.

Depression is nothing more than dissatisfaction with life. It’s temporary unhappiness. But the dominant culture and the pharmaceutical industry figured out that they could control people and make tons of money by treating depression as a pathological disease. So now depression is not unhappiness but a medical condition, which is the responsibility of the doctor to alleviate by medical means, under the insane justification that depression is a chemical imbalance. Which it isn’t.

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I don’t always use Buzzfeed-style reaction GIFs, but when I do, it’s because there’s literally no other way to express my complete and utter shock at the stupidity of what has been spewed into my ears.

What. Okay, I’m just gonna . . .

PAUL JOSEPH WATSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT DEPRESSION IS.

I have no love for pharmeceutical companies, Paul. I don’t. I think they’re evil. I think they’re peddling of anti-depressant drugs and supplements to people who do not need them is bad. I think them making pharmacological intervention the first option that many people think of, despite the risks involved that they don’t even tell people, is bad. I think them selling unsafe drugs to an eager-for-a-quick-fix public because they know that the patent on the drug, and therefore the blame for any wrong-doing, will be up before anyone can sue them is bad.

I will provide a link here for the diagnostic criteria for major depressive disorder and depressive episodes. Hell, I’ll even throw in a link for dysthymia (chronic low-grade depression). So, go and read over those criteria and then get back to me and say that clinical depression is just temporary dissatisfaction with life that you can get over by reading a good book.

And, yes, depression is caused by chemical imbalances, you fucking moron. SSRIs work on people with depression because they help balance neruo-chemicals (in this case, serotonin). For people with particularly bad clinical depression, parts of their mid-brain can deteriorate because their neurophysiology’s so out of whack. Clinical depression can physically slow down your movements and reaction time to outside stimuli, to the point of near catatonia in the worst cases. But all that’s just a bunch of hogwash, guys! Paul Joseph Watson thinks it’s all liberal academia and Facebook’s fault, and he’s right on the money!

We’ve been indoctrinated that everybody has a right to happiness. No you don’t. Happiness is earned by the way you live your life. If you make bad life choices, you become dissatisfied with life. You become depressed, and it’s your fault.

I would be inclined to agree that we’re fed this line about how we’re entitled to happiness. But happiness and “not being clinically depressed” are two different things. Hey, Paul, did you know that major depressive disorder is one of the most heritable traits passed down from parents to children? If your mom was a depressed blonde lady, you’re more likely to inherent a predisposition towards depression than her hair color. But it’s your fault. Of course.

People make dreadful lifestyle decisions: they’re lazy, they self-sabotage. And then they wonder why they still get depressed.

What about all those rich, successful people who had great relationships with their families and strong work ethics and smart life choices, just had everything going for them, yet still committed suicide? Did they make dreadful lifestyle decisins?

You are not entitled to be happy. Your mood cannot be independent of the way you live your life.

What about all those Africans in mud huts who are happy despite their poor living conditions, Paul?

You can’t eliminate dissatisfaction with your life by taking pills.

I agree we currently rely far too much on intervention in the form of pills when things like cognitive therapy and life coaches also exist. But pills certainly help in many cases, and flat out saying that they don’t work is actually a harmful idea.

The only cure is to change the way you live your life to make better decisions–to create value, excitement, and authenticity in your life. Work on projects, start businesses, read, absorb worth-while information, create something.

Yeah, because smart, creative go-getters with a lust for achievement never wind up eating a gun.

I don’t have all the answers.

Obviously.

You need to reach for those higher levels on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, because society and the culture that we are subjected to does everything in its power to distract you from achieving self-actualization. That cannot be reached by taking pills or having endless talks with a therapist, most of whom don’t give a damn about you anyway.

The suicide rates for therapists dealing specifically with depressed patients are higher than any other field of clinical psychology. If you go into clinical psychology, there are warnings and screenings and caveat after caveat telling you “Hey, if you think you’re in any way prone to or predisposed toward depression or alcoholism or anything like that, specialize in something else because lots of people kill themselves in this particular job.” And yet people still do it. I guess it’s that sweet, sweet Prozac money that gets them out of bed every day. It can’t be actually caring.


This is one of the worst videos I have ever seen. No joke. No exaggeration. Depression is one of the most fatal mental illnesses in the world due to its tie to suicide, and Paul Joseph Watson has decided that it would be cool and edgy to go onto his show to proclaim that it doesn’t exist. It’s not a problem, it’s not an illness. It’s just the liberals turning people into pussies with all of their post-modernism and safe spaces. Ignore your rotting pineal gland, it’s just you being a pussy suffering the consequences of bad life choices that are all entirely your fault. And if you think Prozac or therapy will help get you back on track, nah those are for pussies too. Why can’t you just get over it by being useful for once?

Fuck him.


Brief personal story time: I’m predisposed toward depression. It runs in the family. There was a day when I cleaned my room and put on a nice outfit and held a steak knife to my wrists, and just barely managed to talk myself out of it, after which I went weeping to my parents asking if they hated me, because I legitimately thought they did. I thought everybody did. Very recently–just a few months ago–I had an episode that caused me to almost fail three of my classes during my senior year of college. These were classes I liked and looked forward to and found genuinely fascinating, but I was too tired to get out of bed to go to them, which made me feel like a useless human being who didn’t deserve to show my face there anyway. I came up with other excuses for why my grades were slipping and did extra credit work to bring them back up and acted normally around my friends and family and went on with my responsibilities until I accidentally let slip while wine-drunk with my friends, weeks into the episode, that I was probably medically depressed again, which they helped me through without pills or therapy visits.

Paul Joseph Watson does not know what depression is. Just thought I’d make that perfectly clear.

 

 

A Quick Note on the Irrelevancy of Political Disagreement

Hey, guys!

This post is going to be a bit of a downer, but I promise it has a reason. It’ll also beunder 2000 words. Yay, me! I have self-restraint. Here’s some statistics, firstly:

According to a 2014 Pew Poll: 27% of Democrats see the Republican Party as a threat to the nation’s well-being, while 36% of Republicans saw the Democratic Party as a threat to national well-being.

I can only imagine that Trump’s election has increased this antipathy a million fucking fold since then. You don’t have to take my word for it. How many of you have lost friends on Facebook or in real life just because your politics didn’t line up perfectly? For people who use dating apps, how many potential dates have put in their profile that they hate [insert political figure here] and you must to if you want a chance with them? Yes, it’s gotten to the point where people won’t even hook up with each other if they don’t like the other’s politics on the most surface level. It’s become such an us vs. them situation that not even drunken fucking can bridge that gap anymore.

That sentiment is pretty well reflected here, wherein a liberal son just can’t get over how his dad is an evil Republican and is rightly lambasted for it by an awesome 90s rock singer. Hell, have you read the comments on any articles about horrible things befalling people from the American Mid-West or South? Tolerant Liberals (TM) flood the place, claiming that those places must be full of Trump supporters, therefore fuck ’em. There are left wing people who don’t like or support antifa? Fuck them, they’re pretty much terrorists too, and there’s no reaching across the aisle anymore. They are the enemy. They don’t get human empathy anymore, because we have decided that they disagree with us politically (even if it’s not accurate, like the Charlie Hebdo cover controversy where incredibly liberal Houston, Texas was depicted as a bunch of drowning right-wing Nazis by another country that either doesn’t understand American politics at all or is just really good at trolling).

People have come to treat politics like a kind of moral litmus test. And to a certain degree, I get that. If your politics are “kick all the blacks out of the country and gas the Jews” or “take property and voting rights away from white people in order to make up for their privilege,” yeah, I can understand you being called a bad person. The problem is that people with reasonable, benign political beliefs are automatically being seen as just as bad as the above examples when, in reality, their “enemies” probably don’t even disagree with them too terribly much.


Here’s where the downer part comes in. It requires some background.

I had a friend–let’s call them Sarah. Sarah was my friend since high school, one of my closest friends. We both wanted to become writers. We both loved reading. We both liked science. We both wanted to leave small town rural America for bigger, brighter things. Sarah went to college a few years before me and quickly got involved with what’s stereotypical of the college scene now: post-modern, Marxism-inspired social justice activism. They didn’t want to talk about reading or writing or science anymore, just their social justice pet issue, and it got tiring.

I wasn’t the only one to notice that or feel that way. Our old classmates and teachers who we both still kept in touch with saw the change and thought it was for the worse. You see, Sarah was mentally ill–obsessive compulsive disorder, pretty severe obsessive compulsive disorder. The anxiety of college brought out the worst of it. I was one of the few people Sarah ever told about their mental health problems to begin with, and I was one of the people who they talked to when it was giving them a particularly difficult time. Having to juggle it and school work and job searching was taking its toll, and they clung onto activism even more–particularly the neuro-diversity activism that said therapists were bad because they treated mental illnesses like illnesses and not just quirky eccentricities.

From the outside it was easy to see why they was so invested in social justice–it was their way of dealing with her worsening mental health. Around the same time, Sarah, a pretty militant atheist, decided to become a Unitarian Universalist and go to “church” again. It was obvious that they wanted to be a part of something, to have a support group, and that’s why social justice was such a big deal to them. It seemed like everyone could see that but Sarah, and it made me angry. It made me angry that they seemed so un-self aware about their own issues; it made me angry that social justice was preying on my friend’s insecurities and need to belong somewhere.

Because all Sarah wanted to talk about was social justice after a while, it eventually became clear to that we didn’t see eye to eye on those topics. It’s not like we outright argued over it, but I think the subconscious death-glare I sent their way when they made some comment about how “black people just can’t ever succeed without help” let them know how I felt about their shiny new set of social beliefs. And because of that mutually felt strain on our relationship we drifted apart. Sarah didn’t feel comfortable going to me with their problems anymore.

The last real conversation I had with Sarah was me coming up with some believably benign lie so I wouldn’t have to hang out with her while I was back in our home town. Because talking to her online was less trying than doing it in person. After that, a few GIFs were sent, some funny nerd articles and emojis and all that, but no real conversation. And then Sarah committed suicide.

And I had no idea. I had no idea that they were clinically depressed. I had no idea that they had decided to go off her meds. I had no idea how they were feeling. The person who used to stay up until sunrise talking to me about things they weren’t comfortable telling anyone else–who shared with me and only me a non-fiction story they wrote about their torturous stay in a Christian psyche ward as a child and who trusted me to be the one to help them come out to their strict evangelical family as an atheist–didn’t even tell me that they were depressed.

And why? Because our politics were slightly different? One of my best friends, and I didn’t know they wanted to kill themself because we let our irrelevant opinions on something we don’t even have a fucking say in make us both believe that we didn’t support each other anymore. I might as well have stopped talking to them over them liking DC more than Marvel for all the relevancy those political opinions had to our actual lives and our actual relationship. But, for some stupid fucking reason, we both thought it was especially relevant.

So I was left sitting in the back row during their funeral, thinking to myself how much they would hate the entire ordeal–my atheist friend’s parents disrespecting their daughter’s beliefs and throwing a very, very Christian funeral with prayers to God and talks of an afterlife that my friend very patently did not believe in. And that was that. Nothing more to be done.

Moral of the story: Politics are stupid, and your opinion of them is in all likelihood more than worthless in the end of the day. When you’re feeling down in the dumps, your opinion on America’s immigration policy isn’t going to say something to make you laugh despite how bad you were feeling before. Your thoughts on Islam aren’t going to show up at your beside with enough soup and orange juice to last for days because they heard you were sick. Don’t let that one set of worthless opinions ruin things in your life that actually matter.