Friday, May 22, 2015
"You see Beverly," started Dr. Levine, "Jerry is sick, very sick. Oh, he isn't ill in a way that you or I or any other normal person gets sick with the sniffles or the flu. Jerry is mentally sick. At some point in Jerry's life, he began to fetishize - the abnormal fixation on an inanimate object - on the feel of silky things that women enjoy wearing. From there, his illness progressed to women's clothing, and from there to wearing women's clothing. Perhaps Jerry had a childhood trauma that he buried deep inside his psyche."
"He and his parents have a strained relationship. And his mother," I rotely explained, "is always meddling in our lives. She second guesses all of Jerry's decisions on important life decisions."
"I see. Just as I suspected. Now," Dr. Levine continued, "Jerry is unable to contain those thoughts. He's going to need a great deal of treatment, and perhaps a stay in psychiatric hospital. But what he needs now, more than ever is a sympathetic wife who understands that Jerry is a good man who can't help himself. Beverly, can you be that wife? Without you, Jerry may be lost to a life of depravity. And your children could lose their father forever. Is that what you want, Beverly?"
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Even though DHTiSH has been slow of late, we still continue to get comments submitted to old posts. The number one post to this blog involves my love hate relationship with Love It of List It in which I went off on a tear about two old pissy queens who could act their way out of a paper bag. But, wait, you say, is that also the post in which you called This "reality TV" a fake and a fraud? Yes it is, I say.
I mean, come on people, up until very recently, every episode went the exact same way. You have a couple who needs marriage counseling. They have vastly, and wildly different tastes and expectations. You have a whiny guy who is a real estate agent. And then you have Hillary agreeing to do everything the couple wants, for a set budget, with NOTHING set aside for surprises like bad foundations, poor original construction, things hidden, well you get the idea. And when these people get mad, she schools them in a shrill voice. And yes, I called her a cunt. Now to a gay guy or a certain age, that's a word that cuts both ways. It can be bad, but, it can also be good. And with Hillary, who I do like, it goes to the good side. I'd trust her with my house.
However, there are some people out there who really need to chill. That post appeared years ago, and I am still getting hate mail and hate comments. And these are generally from people who have read one post, and have decided that I need to be: 1) castrated; 2) killed or feel the need to 3) call me a mysoginist 4) call me a sexist.
Folks, build a bridge and get over it. But, if you still need to shake you finger at me, go ahead. But if you feel the need to threaten me or my safety, then I provide the following instructions: