Bryn

You ever just have a song get spontaneously assigned as the Official Theme Music of Canon Life Event, not through some volitional choice but more like a heat-lightning associative flashbang goes off in your head like a bomb and now that association is soldered in place whether you like it or not

Another sophomore album that seems like a zenith of a band’s unflinching awareness of Their Own Bullshit. In this case, an anthology of characters trying to preempt the choice between their narcissistic or codependent programming by inventing a schizoidal Option C that fails to not be all 3

You ever just have a song get spontaneously assigned as the Official Theme Music of Canon Life Event, not through some volitional choice but more like a heat-lightning associative flashbang goes off in your head like a bomb and now that association is soldered in place whether you like it or not

( i ’ m g o n n a l a u g h w h e n i ’ m b u r i e d a l i v e )

sometimes the only thing that helps is some chud rock in the morning

does anyone know what everyones mad about

Worn out discourse but there are some interesting editorial developments here, particularly the choice to depict the allegedly beleaguered aging parents as weird balloon-heads, devoid of the agency that having a body would afford them, and the dek’s immediate retreat into Exonerative Tense phrasing

Admittedly, some of this is a bit of an “Am I Just Projecting My Experience Onto Others” thing, because my parents removed themselves from my life, of their own volition, in a way that somewhat blessedly unambiguous: early 20s, unilateral (no attempt at negotiation), fully no-contact, etc

Worn out discourse but there are some interesting editorial developments here, particularly the choice to depict the allegedly beleaguered aging parents as weird balloon-heads, devoid of the agency that having a body would afford them, and the dek’s immediate retreat into Exonerative Tense phrasing

I’ve been thinking a lot about dissociativities, and a bit about the possibility of a eusociativity

Unrelated thought but: ‘my god, why hast thou abandoned me’ can be read in context as a sort of dissociative utterance, which kind of tracks with the contemporary conflation of dissociation with the freeze response and with the ragdoll-limp affect of the mouse in the jaws of the cat

I’ve been thinking a lot about dissociativities, and a bit about the possibility of a eusociativity

The upper limit and maybe the best indicator of the problematique / space in which this discourse is being contested are theoretical debates about which symptoms/defenses AREN’T fundamentally dissociative processes by nature of their causative, functional and subjective characteristics

I’ve been thinking a lot about dissociativities, and a bit about the possibility of a eusociativity

namely: that the degree and prevalence of traumagenic symptoms in the population at large is something that CANNOT be acknowledged in full because it would require acknowledging the sheer prevalence, scale, and systematized regularity that the traumatization of children happens in our society

I’ve been thinking a lot about dissociativities, and a bit about the possibility of a eusociativity

Nancy McWilliams has this pithy argument she usually manages to work in any time she talks about dissociation at length, basically positioning widespread skepticism toward the POSSIBILITY of DID as a societal transference mirroring the denial of one’s own trauma which precedes dissociative defenses

I’ve been thinking a lot about dissociativities, and a bit about the possibility of a eusociativity

Sometimes I feel (I don’t actually THINK that this would be a workable policy solution but I FEEL) that any society which declared an inalienable right to parricide would experience a generational quantum leap in social progress

I know that “make them scared into acting right” is a broadly fascistic thought pattern but on the other hand, putting the specter of possible future reprisal by grown children into parents’ heads is really just a counterbalance to the implied thread of filicide that underlies all familial affairs

In either case it’s an oddly undercooked engagement with a thesis I actually think DOES have legs, namely “Gender Dysphoria is an appallingly unrigorous and painfully artificial construct that ultimately undermines effective analysis of subjective experience and communication of material needs”