by Madam Z

After listening to me babble for an hour, Dr. Pressley looked at me calmly and pronounced me “bi-polar.” Now, I’m a lot of things - anxious, depressed, hypochondriacal and just generally nutty, but I don’t think I’m bi-polar. The Earth is bi-polar. I’m just one big equator. I don’t know why she thinks I’m bobbing up and down between the two extremes of mood. Hey, if you can’t laugh and make jokes about being dumped by your parents when you were five years old, and being put in a foster home with an old man who molested you, and being gang-raped by five guys when you were sixteen years old and being married to a man who demeaned and oppressed you for 20 years, then what can you joke about?


Madam Z, whose full catalog is here, blogs here.