“Nothing Personal. Just that you seem to have tits.”

 

First, a brief PSA:

A fervent plea to every man I interact with in any way, personally or professionally: Please get very clear in your own mind whether you inherently trust and believe women the same way you do men — or not.

If not, that’s fine. We can still make this work.

But you do gotta cut out all the caring-talk crap. None of this “you mean a lot to me, I really respect you and/or enjoy your company — which is totes the reason I’m gonna tell you how every opinion you hold about the world and even about yourself is, in a nutshell, wrong. Because my caring nature.”

Srsly. Either believe the words coming out of my mouth, or hand me a preprinted card that reads “fyi: I harbor an inexplicable but profound hatred of you — nothing personal, just that you seem to have tits — and will be doing everything in my power to destroy you and whatever faith you have in your own mind.” It’s the kinder approach and will save us both a lot of energy, in the end.

Trust me on this^.

 

Hey folks! Lovely to see you all again! — or it would be, if this wasn’t more of a desperate drive-by than a sustainable committed return to the blogosphere.

Here’s the deal: 

About 6 weeks ago, I returned to full-time employment. It’s a lovely little job, good fit for my background and interests — and quite a nice way to return to the work-a-day world after four years of doing little other than therapy, recovery, more therapy, and cake. So far, so very VERY good.

But brains have a way of not cooperating, don’t they. The best laid plans of sentient beings that lay plans… and all that.

Anyhoo. In a plot twist unforeseen by me (but anticipated by both my therapists, I am told), Alice’s brain has decided that this return marks not merely my next step in recovery but also a prime opportunity to revisit every ghoul, goblin, and torturous memory I have ever had — or resisted having — in one big schmorgesborg of horror, insomnia, and grief.

Tempered by a touch of an Instagram project:

Chalice and elephant. #365feministselfie #feministfragment #TheFragmentProject

A post shared by E Alice Isak (@alicesfolly) on

So while I very much miss writing and interacting with you all in this space, it’s gonna go vacant a while longer. Many thanks to those of you who have reached out to say howdy [with special shout-outs back to Deb and Deborah!] — and I do hope all of you are well.

Those of you who do other forms of social media, please hit me up on Twitter or swing by Facebook to follow me in the space where I (still!) spend an inordinate amount of time. (I’ll accept friend requests too — or follow your page, if you’ve got one — just be sure to drop me a message so I know who you are.)

Hope you are all managing to stay calm, carrying on — and spending your leap-days wisely.

❤ Alice

The Fragment Project: Self-portrait with scars. #365feministselfie #feministfragment

A post shared by E Alice Isak (@alicesfolly) on

 

#365feministselfie #feministfragment #nathancat

A post shared by E Alice Isak (@alicesfolly) on

 

^ Not sure you can trust a woman to make this point? Or tired of talking about the issue to people who just don’t get it? My favorite article to share comes from Very Smart Brotha’s own, very smart Damon Young: Men Just Don’t Trust Women — And It’s a Huge Problem.

20 thoughts on ““Nothing Personal. Just that you seem to have tits.”

  1. Ah…I was going for light and silly… may have accidentally gone to condescending? Know I respect you immensely, and mean only to light up your face with a smile, or at least smirk. =)

    The humble Tish, as we often find her, choking on not just foot but whole leg… sigh. =)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. HIYA ALICE ! =) =) Long time, no hysterical postings… I hope you remain steadfast in the knowledge that you are amazing, strong, and a joy to us all in the midst of all the brain decluttering. We are here, and here we shall remain… you enjoy that new job, treat yourself to just one more cake, and know we love you as perfectly as our own twisted little brains can. =)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Like Sandy Sue, I am glad to get a drive-by update any time! Take good care and keep healing. We will eagerly await your return whenever you are ready. If you are interested, I love sending snail mail collage art and postcards – I would be thrilled to have you in the rotation!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for the gentle reminder! And I would be delighted to join your rotation — provided there’s an understanding that I am abysmal at *returning* snail mail! — have you got an email address on your site?

      Like

      1. Great! I sure do. Just use the “contact me” tab on Illustrated Poetry and that will send me an email directly. No worries about returning snail mail – just enjoy the art!

        Like

  4. So glad to get a drive-by update. Just the idea of going from no-time to full-time makes my skin crawl, but at least the job feels good. Stress will always invite the gremlins back for another party. Don’t feed them cake.

    I’ll be asking you to Friend me on FB.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. NO, NO CAKE FOR GREMLINS!! It’s been less skin-crawling than it would have been just six months ago, I think, but still a far greater shock to my system than I was at all anticipating. Looking forward to fb’ing with ya! 😉

      Liked by 1 person

  5. Dear Friend, to you I say ALL THE WORK! Rather that be mental, emotional, physical and/or literal community do-goodedness from your words and actions. I am so very pleased to read that the new paid work is all that and more as well. In my thoughts often you are and sending support your way 🙂
    Deb

    Liked by 1 person

Let's make it a conversation! Your thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s