Sertraline is an antidepressant. I've taken it. It worked fairly well for me. That said, if I told someone I was upping my dose and they said "that's art deco," I would assume they were referencing Sylvia Plath and L'Ennui via The Great Gatsby, and I would be impressed and agree.

And then I would be amused at their correct assumption that I, an LGBT white woman with depression, have familiarity with Sylvia Plath, and I would be impressed with their wit.

All that to say, you can just say anything, and sometimes you'll get lucky.

The message from the Elmo account, the follow-up and the Sesame Street account linking mental health resources is some of the most wholesome stuff I've seen in a while.

It's easy to get in your feelings, and it would've been easy for a social media "win" to play into the doom and gloom or to add to it. Or even to ignore it! But the people responsible for those decisions definitely count as some of Mister Rogers' helpers. I'm grateful for that.

Critics like Charlie Kirk labeled it “nauseating,” criticizing the wife for lying to “her sweet husband who probably works his tail off to make sure that she can go and have a nice life and provides for the family.”

These idiots really miss the fact that most women can, and, in fact, must work. This idea of a "sweet" husband who works to provide for his family is so outdated it's absurd.

NO BUT LET ME TELL YOU!

If you haven't seen it yet on the fediverse (because I keep telling people, because it's worth repeating) I had measles as a kid! Not any antivaxx BS, just regular old neglectful parents.

It was the most horrific damn thing I've experienced. What I never hear anyone talking about is the pain you feel, and how we were told to put me in a dark room with the windows covered because the pain in my head and my eyes could have BLINDED ME if I was exposed to sunlight!

I was sick for two goddamned weeks! And it was absolute torture! Every single minute! And because light hurt my eyes so badly, I couldn't read, I couldn't watch TV, I could do nothing but wait and hurt.

People like me have been the absolute first in line every single time they offered a vaccine or a booster. The absolute entitlement of people to ignore stories like mine! If you choose not to vaccinate, and you catch the thing, I feel zero sympathy for you! You have countless stories, countless evidence of what a world without vaccines is like and that world is hell!

I saw a thicc woman with big tits and no head.

"So much for the tolerant left!"

I cannot imagine the confidence or, alternatively, the self-destruction necessary to get into the car of a random stranger. I am in awe.

Many people who get mad at getting ghosted also often get mad at the "bullshit" reasons they get, so you're not going to hear a lot of praise.

Constantly upset that my boyfriend is two years older than me and knows nothing of Homestar Runner.

I'm not trans.

I hate my legal name. I will change it when I'm ready to do the paperwork. Until then, everyone calls me the name I prefer.

I would have been a thorn in this teacher's side. I'm not answering to that name, asshole. I'm not writing it on any documents. I'm allowed to tell you what to call me for whatever reason I want. My mother's best friend, who I was named for, was an abusive fucking cunt to me and every time you say her name I'm reminded of her.

What a douche. Stop policing names. The only names worth policing are the ones that are remarkably dumb.

I've talked on the verse about having a malignant narcissist for a mother and how our society is so busy worshipping mothers, that it doesn't stop to think some of us haven't got one. Or had one who was awful.

Pay attention around Mother's Day. All the ads, all the products, all the social media about how she gave you everything, how she's a hero, how she's done everything and would do anything for you.

Writers trying to capitalize on what some people don't have is so evil. I hope tat Simone never sees this.

Growing up is learning you don't have to win the online argument.

Wait. Not "growing up," sorry, I just double-checked my notes and I meant to say "getting medicated." Yes, that's it.

In German, "groß" (pronounced the same way as "gross" in English) means "large."

Honestly, I'm bi in a hetero relationship currently, and this would summon me like nothing else.

Except maybe masculine crying to Johnny Cash singing "Hurt."

I promise you, survivors have been saying this for years.

I want yall to know the best part of working with senile elderly folks is how often they'll tell you the most insane stuff.

That photo of him! Every person in it is so genuinely happy! Brought tears to my eyes.

That "hit the wall" stuff is always hilariously transparent. It's a self-soothe. "She won't be worth it in a few years anyway so you're not missing out."

I'm 38 and the wall where I stop getting unwanted attention sure never seems to come. Which is disappointing. I'm really looking forward to my crone era.

In my state, you have to ask for everyone's ID unless they "appear to be over 90."

Really adds insult to injury here.

Trigger warning; tough love that takes a form that may seem insulting to women, women-presenting, trans women, nonbinary people, and straight men who hate being lumped in with other, worse straight men. And if anybody can teach me how to mark for spoilers on Boost for Lemmy... I'll add those.

::: spoiler I read likes 3/4ths before my ADHD brain did seven other things but I came back to say something I'm saying all the time to my trans sisters. Which is this;

Unattractive women are invisible.

Cis women have said this for years.

There are obviously people making efforts to rectify that, but the truth is, while many of these uniquely trans experiences are unique... many more are, in my opinion (which is admittedly from a different place) just a reinforcement that this writer is, for better or worse, a woman.

They talk about how hair on cis women is accepted and attractive. This is not the overwhelming truth. I'm as cis as they come, and literally five days ago someone noted I had underarm hair out loud, to my face, as if there was any reality in which I didn't know.

I wish someone would go around telling my trans sisters that what you're experiencing is the womanly reality. People feel comfortable targeting trans women because it's shorthand when they do it for "I want to reject you, and here's a more socially acceptable response aside from not finding you attractive, personally."

If you weren't easily identifiable as trans, you'd be getting rejected for the same bullshit. You're a woman. Many people value you only for whether or not you make their dick hard or their pussy wet, and you're going to have to get used to that. As a badass dominatrix said to me once, "Put on your big girl panties, don't let them see you cry, and get back to work." :::

Eta: attempts at spoiler