Bitch on the Blog

July 30, 2011

Chateau de la Venom; bottled circa 30 Aug 2011

Filed under: Communication,Despair — bitchontheblog @ 19:32

Sweethearts, I am at a junction here.

Which way to go?

Am sorely tempted to throw a stinker of a bomb amongst my loyal readership, the august nesting in the LBC’s and hangers-on  elevated circus (in dire need of a little bit of fresh air).

Having overdosed on the frankly sickening amongst your last few days’ blogs and usual back slapping sticky goo of how wonderful you are (with the honourable exception) I can barely contain myself. This excludes Con who I can’t currently access since he is shielded by hackers and malware both of which I have been warned off sternly when trying to get some leverage. I rarely heed advice but will make an exception in this case.

So, sweetie pies, let me know: Do you want me to let rip and tell each one of you how I see you or would you rather keep your heads and self examination wrapped in cotton wool? Let me know. I will take a democratic vote. Naturally, Grannymar, who has just asserted, over at Nick’s blog, that “maturity is only for cheese and wine” will be game. Won’t you, GM? Oh so refined. If you were a bottle you should do well at auction. Unless someone drops you first, by accident.

Yes, so let me know. See who could do with a little ripening, who is chicken, who is still able to lick their wounds despite various hip replacements, who can take a compliment when it bites him/her on the heel, and who is still up for “it”. Whatever “it” is. Please do hurry since, to prove Ramana’s law of sync right, my laptop folded at roughly the time all Con’s troubles started. So am currently very restricted as to access on other people’s comp time.

Don’t be shy. Don’t be English about it. If you want me to go to hell please do say so instead of nurturing the snake of silent  disdain and misguided “dignity” at your heaving bosoms.

Hugs and kisses,


PS Do spread the word amongst all your regular commentators – poor sods: I have done so well to hide my blog few know of my existence. One of my few proud achievements.



  1. I want to be put on the block. I’m up for improvement.

    My psychology daughter said I was ADD, COD (That’s a fish. Must be OCD) asperger, bi-polar, anorexic…turns to me & asks, “Anything you want to add?” as she’s making a list for my visit to the psychiatrist.

    Tom & I went to a couple Gestalt meetings long ago, where we were to tell what was wrong with each other, but everybody was much too polite to do that.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — July 30, 2011 @ 19:49 | Reply

    • My dear BHB, I knew you’d be up for the chop. It’s what I love about you. You don’t shirk a challenge.

      Improvement? I don’t know. I know people who would definitely “improve” by taking themselves DOWN a notch or two.

      So glad I don’t have a daughter who tells me what I am or not. No disrespect to Lydia’s professional credentials. However, I’d say, and one of my sisters is as overzealous in her endeavours to “improve” mankind as is your daughter, what’s she trying to achieve? Send her mother to her grave SANE? Why are you, BHB, visiting a psychiatrist? You are 78 years old (as is my mother). You are who you are. With all your idiosyncrasies (or idiot syn crazies as I like to call them) as we all are.

      So who are you, in my view? A hoot, full of surprises, original, not to be held down, if sometimes a little too susceptible of what people think of you. Don’t.

      To me you are a find.

      Here is one for Lydia: She may or may not wish to enter the discussion. If not in public please do give her my email address. I think, forgive me Lydia, that it stinks to high heaven that you “psychologize” your mother. When I speak to mine we swap memories, I try and make her feel good about her, her life, have a laugh, remind her of the good times, commiserate that she has to have some dental nightmare or whatever. Sure she irritates me sometimes, as I do her (we are very different). So what? She is my mother. I am her daughter.

      Just think about it Lydia (I don’t know how old you are, but gather that you too do have children) how you’d feel if one of your offspring came at you as I interpret what Cynthia is saying. To be perfectly honest I find it outrageous. No doubt your mother will now spring to YOUR defence; it’s what mothers do.

      Family relationships are just that: Ships in relation to …? Use your imagination. Poetic licence. There is of course always some horn to navigate or at worse you sit on the Titanic. Just make sure you get on the life boat.

      Here is to you, Cynthia.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 30, 2011 @ 20:37 | Reply

      • Of course I’m going to defend my daughter. I wish I’d listened years ago what she was telling me. I’m definitely ADD & a little Asperger. You can’t treat Asperger, but I feel like a million$ now with my little bit of drugs for ADD. I’m happier, get tons done, don’t wander around looking confused 🙂 I’m not a mom to my husband anymore, trying to get him to do it the Right Way—My Way.

        We both decided I’m not bi-polar. I don’t get mad (angry) at husband for not doing it My Way anymore. (He never has.) I eat too much to be anorexic. My over-exercise is my OCD showing, but better than a compulsive eater.

        I went to a psychiatrist 20 years ago. He had me talk nonstop in a free association stream each 55 min. session for 3 months. He fell asleep one time. (He wrote a book so must have been smart but was old.) I quit. I MADE him give me a piece of advice. “Get a job.” He did sneak in another time, “Don’t expect anything from any one.” A good one.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — July 30, 2011 @ 22:05 | Reply

        • I went to that psychiatrist 20 yrs. ago because my OTHER daughter said I needed one more than she did. I’d sent her to him because she dropped out of Stanford mid-term.

          Comment by bikehikebabe — July 30, 2011 @ 22:21 | Reply

          • Sweet revenge, then, BHB, isn’t it? Why would you send your daughter to a psychiatrist because she wants to go to some hallowed place like Stanford? Instead doing her own thing.


            Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 10:34 | Reply

            • Sorry, make that “doesn’t” want to go. Classic Freud, since I’d probably jumped at it.


              Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 10:35 | Reply

              • She wanted to go. She had a mental breakdown. She was dropping courses that she wasn’t going to make an A. She’d never made anything but A’s. She couldn’t keep up with it all.

                Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 12:56 | Reply

                • Also all this happened at that time. Her best friend jumped off the building (suicide), My mother died, whom she loved. End of semester exams.

                  Comment by bikehikebabe — August 2, 2011 @ 01:20 | Reply

        • BHB, this is what I love about the whole psycho industry: They let you do free association/a stream of consciousness for 55 min (how accurate – do they use an egg timer?) to then charge you handsomely. If I want to do a waterfall I chatter to myself, phone a friend, spout on my blog, speak to my parents, write any old rubbish on some piece of paper destined for landfill. USPs: Not only is it free but am actually talking to people who are genuinely interested in me.

          How cute: “Don’t expect anything from anyone.” Well, if your psychiatrist can’t see the irony in his own words I will now go and find a nice bit of dry desert sand to stick my head into and hope the world will be swiped of certain notions by the time I need to come up for air.

          “Don’t expect anything from anyone”. My god, how much more cynical can one get? I expect a lot from everyone; not least myself.


          Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 10:30 | Reply

          • ” I expect a lot from everyone; not least myself.”

            What you expect of other people you’re not going to get & that will give you a lot of grief.

            Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 12:50 | Reply

            • Good point–the 1st point. I don’t expect to be chatting with my psychiatrist. I have better ways to spend my money than that. I plan to cut him off. I have my annual physical this morning. I think I can get my regular doctor to prescribe my drug.– I just gotta have my “drugs” 🙂

              Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 13:58 | Reply

              • It worked! My Primary Care doctor is going to take over my drug prescription (low dose 5 mg). No more chatting with the psychiatrist. It cost me $400 (2 visits) to get the 2 mo. prescription.

                Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 20:36 | Reply

                • Congratulations, BHB. So glad that that psychiatrist of yours being confirmed in his view not to expect anything from anyone. In this case from you.

                  He must be so happy to find someone who heeds his advice.

                  Hug and Kiss

                  Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 20:54 | Reply

  2. Maturity is only for some cheese and some wines but it is certainly for all game and beef (which should always be well hung). Actually maturity is also for Vintage Cognac and Armagnac and good Scotch Whiskey (now did I get the correct spelling there or not?)

    I reckon Lydia has to practice on someone…who better than her mother? Why not psychologise (lovely word) one’s relations? My mother always tried it on me! Helped make me feel as inferior as I am…or should that be do?

    Comment by Magpie 11 — July 30, 2011 @ 22:43 | Reply

    • Well very obviously you’re not inferior. You make the rest of us feel inferior with your facts about any subject brought up. Could it be that your mother made you smart? She made you work harder to improve yourself???

      Comment by bikehikebabe — July 30, 2011 @ 22:58 | Reply

      • Facts? Opinions? …… Inferior? Lack of inferiority does not mean superiority As for facts on subjects…. Maybe my facts are incorrect. If so please correct them. I was always in trouble at school for challenging what my teachers said but encouraged my pupils to challenge anything I said…. learning is what makes life worthwhile.

        If I do make people feel inferior I apologise and will cease from contributing….. mind you people could equally decide not to read Magpie11 just as I have decided not to read Dickens…. he he!

        My mother never made me work harder to improve myself…. I have always had a “satiable curtiosity, and that means I ask(ed) ever so many questions.”….(Kipling: Just So Stories)

        I suspect that, in a small way, I am like my mother. She most definitely believed that she could not (indeed did not need to) be improved.


        Comment by magpie11 — July 31, 2011 @ 12:06 | Reply

      • Oh, Cynthia. Two points:

        I disagree: The likes of Magpie and Looney do NOT make ME feel inferior. You have to speak for yourself and – since we are on the truth trail within this post – if you do feel inferior then you only display that which I have seen in many a wife married to a man with an excellent brain. I hate to go down the path of psycho babble but, BHB, one thing I have learnt about you in the last two years is that you are given to putting yourself down in favour to elevate someone else. You will flatter – sometimes shamelessly. As Magpie hinted in his reply to you it’s not a good trade. It’s making someone feel “good” misplaced. You don’t make someone grander by putting yourself lower. If anything, again as evidenced by Magpie’s reply, it rather deflates.

        We all bring different wares to the market place. Whether intellectually, emotionally. Otherwise – why communicate?

        Secondly: And it is a bit of sore point with me. Why credit someone’s mother who clearly didn’t make her son feel that great about himself with what this boy/man achieved. Again, and maybe I am wrong, it’s a peculiarly American notion “made you work harder to improve yourself”. So the end justifies the means, does it? Not how I brought up my own son.


        Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 10:56 | Reply

        • Your 1st point. Right on. I’ve been told I put myself down. I do that.
          Building yourself up I consider conceited.

          Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 13:04 | Reply

          • Thanks for the Gestalt therapy. Really!

            Comment by bikehikebabe — August 1, 2011 @ 13:07 | Reply

          • It is not conceited….. it might be described as foolish.
            It is really only in later years that I have been able to really recognise and enjoy my own strengths…well some of them.

            I too have always had the habit of putting myself down and seeing others also as putting me down……………. Let’s all agree not to let that happen.

            “Self praise is no recommendation” Nor is self deprecation.

            Comment by magpie11 — August 1, 2011 @ 13:56 | Reply

  3. Ursula, here in California the Self Esteem movement is still proudly marching along. They even had a Dignity Day at work. What could be more humiliating than the government forcing the CEO to gently admonish the company on the need for universal dignity? General Patton is no longer the role model. In spite of this, my sense is that the movement has largely run its course and everyone will soon realize how forward thinking yoU are.

    I added a link to your blog to send some more traffic your way. That will probably add up to one or two visits a year. Hopefully it will pick up when the Self Esteem movement is finally fully discredited and buried.

    Comment by Looney — July 31, 2011 @ 05:28 | Reply

    • Ah! SEM? I guess that much that goes on in the oft touted Blogosphere is a part of that Movement.

      I had thought that a lot of it was the result of another type of “movement”!

      Comment by magpie11 — July 31, 2011 @ 12:09 | Reply

    • Where there is air you may live.

      Thanks for linking me, Looney. That is so sweet of you. Hope I won’t embarrass you. I can’t tell you to what length I have gone to hide (from friends and family) that I succumbed to that which my rather snobbish circle turns their nose up on. The likes of us do NOT blog. Still, there is always a ground breaker. And since when do I care what others think of me? It’s only when they stop talking to me that I scratch my head and wonder. And, you are quite right, I am ready for some injection of additional blood.


      Comment by Ursula — August 1, 2011 @ 11:07 | Reply

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