Look, even if Madison was trying to make a point, from what I'm seeing in reviews, he's kind of like me shooting a twenty-pound bow from forty yards:Look, even if Madison was trying to make a point, from what I'm seeing in reviews, he's kind of like me shooting a twenty-pound bow from forty yards: he shot straight and hit ten yards short.
If the Aesop gets lost in the brotastic douchery, why bother?...more
The premise, as the reviews describe it, is flawed.
Depression is not a matter of teenage angst gone horribly wrong. I should know. I was there. RemoviThe premise, as the reviews describe it, is flawed.
Depression is not a matter of teenage angst gone horribly wrong. I should know. I was there. Removing my memories wouldn't have changed anything about the course of my illness because it was the product of a chemical imbalance, one I have inherited from my father.
(Do you know how I can tell? He's on the same drugs.)
Would it have made my illness easier to bear? It might have done. After all, mine was aggravated by an intense homesickness and the results of years of bullying; if I didn't know I'd ever been anything but a happy, popular all-American teenager, maybe the social aspect of depression would not have caused me so much pain.
The flip side of that coin is the potential loss of who we become having lived our lives, no matter how hard, no matter how painful. Without my memories and experiences, who am I? Who would I have become? Not this woman, who is presently satisfied with the outcome of all that gruesome living, looking forward to rolling up my sleeves and mucking in where other people are having problems. I wouldn't have grown up, emotionally, as fast as I did if not for my hardships. I wouldn't, in a Girls world, be a woman ready to commit to a career of giving of myself that others might thrive.
I wouldn't have compassion to miss. But I wouldn't have compassion.
Would I still have panic attacks? Hard to say. Sometimes that kind of anxiety can only be relieved by examining and dealing with the triggers. I have many moments of wanting someone to take out my triggers. The trouble with letting people fiddle around in my brain is the worry that they won't stop there.
Setting my own case aside, what about teenagers whose depressions are a result of horrifying situations? The Program would wipe the teenager clean and send her in to be retraumatised, when the problem was never with the teenager at all. This is the worst punishment I can imagine for a person who is already in a bad situation: blaming the victim and pushing her back into the place that made her sick. Would we bother to examine the cause of depression if we were so focused on one result (suicide) and one method of prevention (the Program)?
And what about the spate of LGBTQ-related suicides? How would the Program cure them? By turning them straight so the bullying would stop?
This whole thing sounds like a dangerous oversimplification of a very real problem, and yes, it's an insult to see it handled so poorly. I suspect I'd be screaming bloody murder within about ten pages of cracking the cover.
-- there, I've made it through without any ad-hominems, which rest assured is a feat of self-restraint on the level of Odysseus resisting the Sirens. You can imagine for yourself what I am thinking....more