The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Episode 2, Season 5

I am going to be so honest with you. I am really going to miss The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. It seems like just yesterday that I was watching Midge perform her first show at The Gaslight. But alas, all of the incredible cast is moving on to other projects and commitments, so long story short, the show has had a really great run and I’m so glad they got to have this show. So to get you caught up if you haven’t watched the show yet, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is a show on Amazon Prime that takes place in the 1950s, and it’s about a middle-class Jewish woman named Miriam “Midge” Maisel (Rachel Brosnahan) living in New York City with her parents, Abe and Rose (Tony Shaloub and Marian Hinkle), and her husband, Joel (Michael Zegen) and their two kids, Ethan and Esther. Joel is an aspiring comedian but his jokes aren’t all that good and he copies them from the other male comics. Midge comes by to show him support and drop off a brisket she made. The owner of The Gaslight, Susie Meyerson (Alex Borstein), doesn’t care about Midge’s enthusiasm and tries to shrug her off. Then the night of Yom Kippur, Joel packs up and announces to Midge that he is leaving her because he is having an affair with his secretary, Penny Pan. She drinks an entire bottle of wine, and goes over to The Gaslight and does an unprompted standup routine where she talks about how her husband cheated on her with his secretary. Susie takes quick notice and is impressed by Midge’s snappy wit and fierce jokes, and the audience is also impressed by this newcomer, so Susie decides to become Midge’s manager. At first entering the business is challenging because Midge’s jokes sometimes get laughs and other times not so much, and Midge has such high expectations but also there are times when she loses her self-confidence. Meanwhile she has to keep her comedy career (and her new day job at B. Altman) a secret from her parents, especially because this was a time when there was a lot of sexism and female comics were often not seen as funny. But she learns about resilience and how to bounce back from rejection, failure and all other kinds of challenges, and she ends up having a successful career even with all its ups and downs. And her and Susie weather those ups and downs together.

In season 5, the Sherman-Palladinos wrap everything up and we see Midge’s career in retrospect. In episode one of the season, Esther Maisel in sitting in a therapist’s office in the 1980s talking about the challenging relationship she had growing up with her mother, Midge. Then Shirley and Moishe have dinner with Joel, Midge, and Midge’s parents and they share big news. Shirley and Moishe announce they are getting a divorce, and this causes friction throughout the dinner. When Joel tries to intervene, Moishe verbally hits back at him by telling him to share some of his own news. Joel reveals that he and Mei (Everything Everywhere All At Once’s Stephanie Hsu) are going to get married and that Mei is pregnant. In an earlier season, Joel goes to a gambling parlor run by a family of Chinese immigrants to start his own comedy club and he meets the family’s daughter, Mei. They fall in love and become a couple, and Mei ends up pregnant with Joel’s baby. There is friction and I thought they were going to have the baby, but then Mei shows up at Joel’s apartment and tells him she got an abortion and is moving to Chicago to become a doctor, which was one of her dreams. He tries to talk her out of it, but she leaves and tells him she can’t have it all (i.e. be a mother and follow her career as a doctor.) He falls into a depression and one night at the club he drinks himself silly and his friend, Archie, tries to get him to calm down but Joel launches into a drunken tirade and hits on women at the club. He goes down to the gambling parlor downstairs and confronts Mei’s father about Mei leaving him, and the father gets some guys to beat up on Joel for disrespecting him. Joel is left curled up in fetal position with severe bruises. Meanwhile, Susie is doing all she can to get Midge connected to Gordon Ford (played by Reid Scott.) Early in the episode she wakes up sick because she was in a snowstorm and saw a bulletin board for The Gordon Ford Show. But Mike Carr, Gordon’s talent booker, hates Susie, especially because she persuaded his kids to watch a violent film called Spartacus and she insults his Christmas tree, so he refuses to book Midge for a job on the show. Midge performs standup at the strip club where she worked as a comic in season 4 and Susie sees Gordon Ford and tries to get Midge a job with him. Gordon meets her and invited her to work on his writing team, but Midge hesitates and tells Susie that she is a comedian, not a writer, but Susie tells her this opportunity will lead to better opportunities, so Midge accepts the offer. Episode 2 shows how she navigates her first few weeks on Gordon’s writing team as the only woman in the writer’s room.

In episode 2, Midge is being interviewed at a later time in her life about her long career. It was a really bittersweet moment for me to watch and it made me think of when I would watch veteran actors like Maggie Smith, Meryl Streep and Sally Field and how they had such long and prosperous careers, and I’m sure there were many ups and downs but they worked so hard in their careers and as a young woman it was inspiring to watch this part where Midge is interviewed. She recalls the good times, and the bad times, and doesn’t provide super personal details to the interviewer but at the end of the interview she shows all of the clothing that she is giving away as part of the nonprofit she started in Ethan and Esther’s name to provide services to children in need. It shows all the outfits she wore on the road as a comedian and at home, and everything she wore is in style. Joel is staying with his parents and is still recovering from his injuries, and Midge visits him to check in on him. Joel tells Midge about breaking up with Mei and that Mei got an abortion and moved to Chicago, and Midge tries to comfort him, but Joel refuses because he is still processing the breakup. Meanwhile, Midge is taking the subway to her new job at Gordon Ford’s office, only to be followed by a guy she dated in a previous season (played by Milo Ventimiglia.) In the episode she met a dashing man in the park and they hit it off and started dating, but then she goes back to his house and sleeps with him, and the next morning his wife walks in the bedroom and finds her husband sleeping with Midge. This doesn’t age well, especially because Midge brings it up in one of her most important comedy gigs. She is given an opportunity to perform at a luncheon for Jacqueline (Jackie) Kennedy, the first lady and John F. Kennedy’s wife. As I learned from watching The Crown and the biopic Jackie, and reading some articles, JFK had a lot of extramarital affairs. So when Midge is trying to come up with new material for the gig, she talks about sleeping with a guy who is married, and Jackie breaks down crying because it reminded her of her husband’s infidelity. In episode 2 of the final season, the ex-date confronts Midge in the New York subway station and she tries to get away from him but he keeps running after her to apologize and ask for her forgiveness, but she wants nothing to do with him after that. He finally catches up to her and explains that him and his wife are getting a divorce but she is not interested in dating this guy again. He understands though and asks if they will see each other in the park again, and they say their goodbyes.

Midge enters the new workplace at Gordon Ford’s office and finds that she is the only woman on the writer’s team and that it’s a bunch of boys, a boys’ club. When she first enters, the secretaries (all female) give her a hard time but she finds Mike Carr, and he confronts her about Susie being rude to him. She tries to explain but he tells her to give Susie a message and flips her the middle finger, which is what Susie did to him when she booked Midge a gig on Gordon Ford’s show to prove Mike wrong. When Midge enters the writer’s room, they are reluctant to welcome her, seeing as how this is still the 1960s and women were still not seen as having potential as comics. None of their jokes are remotely funny, but when Midge writes new material and tries to share her own jokes, they interrupt her with singing whenever one of them uses the bathroom in the office. And they grill her about writing new material. However, they are all under fire and facing the stressful wrath of Gordon, who Midge finds out is not a nice guy. He basically rips up everyone’s writing material if it doesn’t meet their standards and everyone has to cook up fresh material within minutes of Gordon going on the show. It reminded me of the movie, Late Night, with Emma Thompson and Mindy Kaling. Emma Thompson plays an acerbic late night host whose show is decreasing in ratings because many people don’t find her style of humor funny, but everything changes when a young optimistic comedian from Pennsylvania named Molly (Mindy Kaling) joins the writer’s room because Molly is a woman of color and she wants more diversity in the all white male writer’s room. It is a serious challenge and Molly faces a lot of discrimination from the beginning. The writer’s room is full of men, and Katherine is heading it, but she doesn’t praise Molly’s efforts and often ignores her. The men on the writer’s team think she is the office assistant rather than a new member of the writer’s room and give her administrative tasks like getting them coffee and treats, but she has to remind them over and over of her place in the writer’s room. One night, Katherine attends Molly’s stand up comedy show and overhears her talking about how mean Katherine is to her, and she begins to value Molly’s ideas and her show gets bumped up in ratings. Eventually, Katherine recruits more women and people of underrepresented groups to join the writer’s room and has Molly promoted to help lead the team.

Meanwhile, Rose is walking and talking with her friend and then finds a bunch of firetrucks outside and we see that the building where she visited her fortune teller burned down, and she calls her son Noah, who used to work for the CIA but now got new work as an analyst, and asks if they can put out a search party because she thinks that the mean clique of competitive matchmakers set the fire. In an earlier season, Rose becomes a professional matchmaker, but she is confronted by three other matchmakers who do everything in their power to stop Rose from doing her work. Rose always met with her fortune teller and she would have her predict Midge’s future with tea leaves, but then the fortune teller left and was replaced with a new lady who doesn’t do tea leaves and instead has Rose eat pizza and watch TV. Abe meets with a woman at his workplace (he works as a columnist for a newspaper after losing his job at Bell Labs a few seasons ago) and they are having a great conversation, but then the lady flirts with Abe and puts her hand on his knee in a suggestive way. He feels conflicted and asks his coworker if what that lady did was sexual, and his coworker tells him to not tell his wife, Rose, about his encounter with the lady. Abe keeps it a secret but it pains him to do so, and he brings Rose out to dinner and does the same gesture that the lady did to him: putting his hand on her knee. She is surprised but she lets him do it, and he wants to because he really loves Rose and doesn’t want an affair with that other woman.

I can’t wait to watch episode 3!

Movie Review: The Whale

Last year I heard Brendan Fraser was going to be in a new movie and was making a comeback. I hadn’t seen his famous movie The Mummy but I saw him in George of the Jungle as a kid. I was pretty excited, but then I saw some headlines saying that the role he was playing was going to be controversial and I wondered, What’s the controversy? because I don’t have Twitter and wasn’t aware. Then I read some articles about the movie and I thought, Maybe I shouldn’t watch it because of all the backlash. If you haven’t seen The Whale yet, it’s about a morbidly obese English teacher named Charlie who is housebound and is trying to reconnect with his estranged daughter. The movie received a lot of acclaim and Brendan Fraser won for Best Actor at the Academy Awards this year. However, before I had read about any of the acclaim the film got, I mainly heard that the film received significant pushback for being fatphobic, or for pushing this idea that fatness is a tragedy or something to be abhorred. Hollywood has a history of putting actors in fat suits or not casting actual fat actors in movies that portray fatness. I didn’t really know much about how harmful fatphobia is until I got to college. In middle and high school, fatness was often viewed as a punchline or something disgusting. But then I got to college and I joined a feminist club meeting and there was a young woman who talked about fat feminism and about the discrimination fat people face on a daily basis. It really changed my perspective. Of course, I didn’t become perfect in educating myself. I still would watch media that was fatphobic in nature. But it really took me a long time to consider whether to watch The Whale or not because I had read so much in these reviews that Hollywood often depicts fatness as a punchline rather than in an empowering way. n At first I wasn’t going to watch it because after reading up on articles around fatphobia and how the film depicts fatness, and after seeing more positive depictions of fatness in the media and listening to fat people’s experiences, I honestly wondered if I should watch the movie since a lot of people says it depicts fatness in a negative light. But at the end of the day, I am responsible for renting the movie. Honestly, I still need to educate myself on fatphobia and body positivity, but reading these articles about the controversy around the film helped me better understand when coming in to watch the movie that this was not going to be a positive or empowering portrayal of fatness. And honestly this blog post won’t do justice to more accurate voices in the discourse around fat acceptance and historically problematic portrayals of fatness in movies and TV shows, so after watching the film I read some more opinion pieces about the backlash surrounding the film to gain a deeper understanding, such as Roxane Gay’s piece on the film.

The movie opens with a shot of a lonely road and a bus pulling off to drop someone off. The movie takes place in Idaho but we don’t actually get to see much of the outside because the main character, Charlie, doesn’t get to leave his house because his health is declining and he is also grappling with the trauma of losing his partner. We see him at the beginning talking with his students about their arguments for their papers (he is an online English teacher) and then he is masturbating to gay porn on his laptop. When he reaches orgasm he has a near fatal heart attack, and a young man named Thomas comes into his house. Thomas says that he is a missionary for a church called New Life, and he has come to convert Charlie to the church. However, Charlie’s friend and doctor, Liz, comes in to check on Charlie and tells Thomas that New Life killed someone that Charlie loved. They offer to take Charlie to the hospital but he refuses, and Charlie apologizes to Liz and she gets really upset with him for saying sorry. She tells him he needs to go to the hospital because his blood pressure is 238/134 and he has congestive heart failure. He looks up about congestive heart failure and falls into deeper despair. Ellie, Charlie’s estranged daughter, arrives at his home and he asks her how she is doing and she tells him she got suspended from school. Even though Charlie tells her to go back to school, she doesn’t listen and tells him how angry she is that he left her and her mother when she was eight. Charlie promises Ellie that he will give her all the money he has if she will just let him ask her how she is, and he promises to write her essays for her.

Charlie is later sitting on the couch eating two meatball subs that Liz got for him (she keeps bringing him food and he orders a lot of pizza from Gambino’s) and he chokes on his food and Liz has to do the Heimlich maneuver on him and then shouts at him for not eating his food properly.

Wednesday, Charlie meets with his class again online and tells them to think about the arguments of their essays. He continues to keep his camera off because he is ashamed about his body and thinks his students will be disgusted when they see him. Charlie is correcting Ellie’s essay on Walt Whitman and pointing out her errors, but she tells him she doesn’t care and continues to spend time on her phone. He tells her she would actually like “Song of Myself,” the Whitman poem she is writing about, if she actually would just read the poem. Ellie then goes off on him, telling him how she really hates Whitman and calls him the f-word. She then opens up to him about how her and her mom moved to another part of town when she was eleven, and then she asks him how he gained so much weight. He tells her that someone close to him passed away, but she tells him she knows that it was his boyfriend that passed away and that when she was younger she would see Charlie cook steaks for his boyfriend when Mom was visiting family in Montana. Ellie doesn’t want to forgive Charlie because she didn’t have a good loving relationship with him growing up, and she is upset that he wants her forgiveness. Thomas, the missionary, comes back to the house and tries to convert Charlie to New Life again, but Liz comes back and she isn’t having it. She tells Thomas to come out on the porch with her to have a little talk even though Charlie doesn’t want Thomas to be called out. Liz tells Thomas the full story of the toxic relationship they have with New Life. Her dad was very involved with New Life, and so was his son, Alan. He wanted Alan to marry a woman he had arranged for him, but he ended up with Charlie, and his dad completely disowned him and kicked him out of New Life. Alan became severely depressed and took his own life, and that’s why Liz said that New Life killed her brother.

Charlie is sitting at home, and the pizza delivery guy from Gambino’s comes to deliver Charlie’s two pepperoni pizzas. Charlie can’t leave the house to give him the money, so he calls out that he left the money outside for the delivery guy. The delivery guy figures Charlie is lonely and introduces himself as Dan. He offers to help Charlie, but Charlie refuses to take his help. Charlie reads the journal entry he encouraged Ellie to write, but she wrote three lines talking about how she hated her dad’s home and her life. He laughs, but even laughing is a challenge because he ends up feeling severe pain and wheezing. The next day Charlie finds out that Ellie put an insulting photo of him on Facebook. He thinks he is the only one that she put a photo of, but when his ex-wife, Mary, arrives, she tells him Ellie wrote insulting things about her on Facebook, too. Mary calls out Ellie for saying derogatory things about Charlie, but then Charlie admits about how he gave all his savings to Ellie and none for Mary, and Mary and Liz are angry with him for doing this. Charlie recounts his experience going on the beach with Ellie when she was young and Mary is so moved that she starts crying. He admits to Mary that he is dying and doesn’t have much longer to live, and she tells him “fuck you” and leaves. He feels even worse about himself, and yells that he wants to know he has done one right thing with his life. Dan later comes that night to deliver the pizzas and checks in on Charlie even though he can’t go into the house. Finally Charlie wheels himself to the door and goes outside, and when Dan sees him he looks in disgust and storms off. Again this is really painful to watch because everyone seems to look down on Charlie because he is fat. Charlie ends up eating all the pizza in one sitting and binge eats other things in the house because he is dying and feels hopeless about his situation. He writes a furious message to his students (and I am paraphrasing) along the lines of “fuck these stupid assignments and essays. Just write something honest.” He eats himself until he is literally sick and vomits in a trashcan and breaks down and cries. Earlier on, Thomas confessed to Ellie that he smoked pot and stole money and so he got kicked out of the New Life missionary work so he thought he could do his own missionary work but now he feels hopeless. Ellie records his confession without him looking and also snaps photos of him smoking pot when he visits their home. Thomas visits Charlie again, and we actually find out that he is homophobic and think Charlie and his late boyfriend, Alan, are sinners for being gay and that he can save Charlie by converting him to New Life, the same church that disowned Alan and led to him taking his life. Thomas reads Charlie a passage from the Bible to persuade him, but Charlie is still deeply traumatized by the pain and hurt that New Life caused his boyfriend, and he opens up to Thomas about him and Alan’s love for each other. Thomas is uncomfortable and begs Charlie to stop, but Charlie continues to say negative things about himself and asks if Thomas thinks he is disgusting. Thomas blurts out that he does think Charlie is disgusting, and Charlie tells him to go home to his family and holds up the Bible that Alan used to read from when he was part of New Life Church. Alan takes the Bible with him and finally leaves. Earlier Thomas went into Charlie’s room and saw Alan’s copy of The Bible, and took it from his room, but now Charlie doesn’t want it because New Life is homophobic. When Liz and Ellie both arrive, they find out that Charlie is dying and it’s a painful moment for everyone. Charlie asks Ellie to read him the essay about Moby Dick that one of his students wrote because he is about to die, and she pushes back and tries to run away, but then he stands up and walks over to her and hugs her while she reads him the essay.

Honestly I wondered why I didn’t have such a sympathetic outlook on the movie when I was watching it, and I felt bad because it’s a drama and I found myself wondering, Should I feel pity for the main character even though I know the critiques around the film? I understand that he lived a pretty traumatic life: his partner took his own life, and his close friends call him disgusting and demean his self-worth. However, having read what I did about the film, this film can’t and shouldn’t speak for all fat people. Of course not everyone hated the film; a lot of people loved the movie and I understand Brendan Fraser probably worked really, really hard and it was an emotional moment for him as an actor considering all he went through through his career and life. But I also had to understand coming in that this wasn’t supposed to be a movie that spoke for all fat people’s experiences and that Hollywood has traditionally portrayed fatness as a punchline or a monstrosity to be feared, so I had to be careful about getting too maudlin about the movie.

My History of Social Media and Phone Use

A few months ago I listened to a New York Times podcast episode about a young woman in high school who started a club called The Luddite Club. She started the club because she was checking and posting on social media apps to keep up with her peers, but her mental health and self-esteem suffered because she was always comparing herself with her peers and got overwhelmed, especially when kids had to go to school online during the pandemic. She decided to give up her smartphone, and she started a club at school for kids who also wanted to use their smartphones less, and she called it the Luddite Club. Even though people gave her a lot of criticism for it, she tells the interviewer that she felt more at peace with herself and more present in her life when she wasn’t on her phone all the time. She did say it was really hard at first though because she had invented this persona on these social media apps about who she was, and she earned a lot of approval from her peer group, but then when she no longer used social media her peers no longer gave her that approval. If you get a chance to listen to this episode it is really good:

I’ve gotta admit: growing up I was a huge Luddite. I didn’t get my first smartphone until I was around 22. Up until then I had a flip phone and I didn’t even get that until I was 16. Before that I was always asking my teachers and fellow students if I could use their phone. The teachers had landlines but my fellow students had cell phones. At the time I just didn’t really care about getting one because it didn’t seem like a big deal. I could just use my teacher’s landline to call my parents if I needed to stay after school or needed to be picked up. When I was in the 5th grade my dad got me my first laptop, a silver Dell computer. I didn’t use it the first couple of weeks, but he encouraged me to use it more often. I ended up spending my entire seventh grade year battling an Internet addiction. I would be on YouTube constantly and because I was spending more time online than spending time studying, I suffered academically. My grades plummeted and I developed terrible self-esteem. I was irritable and upset with everyone in my environment. I had really low self-esteem. I don’t think technology was the only cause of my depression of course, but it played a pretty huge role in my life because I often isolated in my bedroom staying up late on YouTube and procrastinating on my homework assignments. Then in the summer before eighth grade, I traveled abroad and my dad got me a Nokia phone for international calls. There was a girl on the trip who I became good friends with and she asked to use my phone every day to call her family. As much as I complained to her about using my phone all the time, I think I had every reason to let her use my phone because I had used people’s phones so many times when I didn’t have my own phone. When I went to India for three weeks, my dad got me my first smartphone. I only used it to call my parents during the trip, but funny enough the place we stayed at didn’t have much cell reception so I ended up not calling my parents. But somehow this was a blessing in disguise because I was able to be fully present on the trip. I did take a lot of pictures with the phone though, so that was probably another good thing about having that smartphone.

Whenever I check my smartphone I do it whenever I am feeling lonely, bored or anxious. These past few weeks I kept checking my phone to see if one of my friends texted and it was agonizing, dealing with my own impatience. I wish I could just let him live his life. In the summer of 2016 I went on a program for philosophy students, and on the final day I was leaving my dorm to go downstairs to drop off my key at the front desk, and I was texting my parents to let them know I was going downstairs. I had my two suitcases and my backpack, lugging it all down the stairs while trying to fumble around with the digital keyboard on my phone. Because I was so used to dropping my flip phone and not breaking it, I was so horrified when I realized smartphones don’t get those kinds of easy second chances and can break in a heartbeat. So I tripped and fell. And crash went my phone on the steps before dying a quick painful death. I broke down in tears at the airport. How could I have been so stupid, so careless?!? I chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo until the flight attendant snapped me out of my self-pity and told me the plane was leaving. Oh gosh, I thought, another stupid thing I did that proves how stupid I am! I cried the whole flight home. It was an overnight flight with a layover in Chicago O’Hare. I dragged my defeated self through the O’Hare airport. There were a lot of cancellations and I wasn’t going to make it back in time. I got out my laptop and put in the little SD card from my phone, hoping that I could revive the little baby by transferring my files. All my pictures, videos, shared memories…

Gone. Vamos. Nada. Dead.

I spiraled further into a painful panic. What if this happens to me later in life? What if my kids get stuck at the airport overnight and they can’t text me because they broke their smartphones while walking down steps? I bought myself some snacks at an expensive looking boutique and finally caught a flight back home. When I arrived, it’s no surprise that my family freaked. I apologized but my empty apologies got lost in a sea of “We thought you died!” I remember stewing in guilt and shame all throughout the ride home and well after that. I went to the phone store with my dad and the salesperson told me, after I held out one last ounce of hope that my dumb mistake of texting, while walking down stairs, could be forgiven, that I needed to get a new phone and that there was no hope of reviving the broken smartphone. I was angry with myself, but I needed a phone to stay in touch with people so I returned to my old flip phone days and got a little red flip phone before finally getting a new smartphone. I definitely noticed the differences. With my flip phone I didn’t have tons of apps and notifications to distract me but I also couldn’t take selfies big enough for viewing purposes and it took me more patience to type text messages, whereas with a smartphone I can send a long winded text in under a minute because my fingers have gotten used to texting a lot. Yet with my flip phone I didn’t have YouTube or apps to distract me, but with my smartphone I could listen to YouTube music at work or show my coworkers a funny video, and join multiple texting groups like GroupMe and WhatsApp to get updates on events I wanted to attend.

I don’t have lots of social media accounts either. During my high school years many of my peers used Facebook but I didn’t. So when I graduated and was saying goodbye to everyone, a lot of people asked if I was on Facebook and I told them casually that I wasn’t. It really didn’t seem like a big deal. But then in college I got mixed responses to not having Facebook. Some people respected my decision to not use the site, but others gave me side eyes. After having a nice conversation with one of my classmates, she told me, “We should stay in touch!” And then asked the inevitable question:

Are you on Facebook?”

“Oh no, I’m not,” I said without hesitation, laughing because I was so used to getting this question. She gave me a side eye, like “Are you kidding me? Girl, keep up with the times!” And then another time, I was waiting for a professor’s class to start and I and a couple of other students were waiting in the hallway and talking and somehow Facebook popped up in the conversation, and I casually mentioned, “I don’t have Facebook.”

“You don’t have Facebook?” they laughed.

I didn’t really think it was a big deal. But when I took a college course over the summer in 2013, it was a huge deal for the program coordinator, who insisted throughout the program that I should get a Facebook. Even after I left the program, I emailed her to check in and she said, “It’s great hearing from you. If you are now on Facebook I will add you to our group.” I felt bad but I still didn’t want to get a Facebook account because of privacy concerns (then again, that statement is ironic because I ended up getting Facebook later on) and because I worried it would get in the way of my studies. I told people on the program I didn’t have Facebook; interestingly enough I later found other people who didn’t use Facebook, like one of my classmates and a cello instructor at a camp I went to. Some people told me that I didn’t have to put my full name or a photo of me on my profile and one of the young ladies in the class said that she had a fake name and a profile photo that didn’t show her face. I insisted though that I didn’t want to get one, and gave everyone my email. I went on that entire year to email this one guy in the class and then obsess and cry and complain to my friends and family how he never emailed me back. I had gotten an email response from a couple of people, but I spent the year feeling like I made a bad decision by not getting a Facebook because no one had emailed me back. I scribbled my complaints in my journal every evening about how upset I was for not getting a response. Looking back, I probably could have given those kids more grace.

“Then just get a Facebook,” my friend told me one time at dinner. But in my mind, I couldn’t just get a Facebook. Somehow, not having a Facebook felt freeing. Plus I saw people on campus all the time. It was only when my boyfriend at the time persuaded me to stay in touch with him over Facebook that I actually got one. I remember being at lunch with some friends and they were so proud of me and saying, “Yay! You finally got Facebook” as if it was a monumental achievement akin to getting married or landing a dream job. I was glad that people were happy with me, but I still felt lonely. I struggled to feel as if I was making a genuine connection with the friends and acquaintances I followed on Facebook. When I posted things, I had this naïve idea that I was going to get thousands of likes and people were going to engage with my posts because I saw that on a lot of my other friends’ posts. But that wasn’t the case, and it dealt a really horrible blow to my self-esteem, so I deleted my account. Then time passed and I got a new one, then deleted that one. Every time there was a privacy concern with the social network (Cambridge Analytica was a major one) I freaked out and deleted my account. I found out that no one really noticed that I left, and even my boyfriend assumed I had left because of Cambridge Analytica (which I did.) But I found out that even though I got Facebook only to keep in touch with him, we lost touch after a couple of years and he stopped responding to my messages. I did get upset with him, but by this time I was so busy with work and my SGI activities that even though I hadn’t moved on completely when he didn’t write back, I had stuff to do. When I didn’t get a lot of likes on my Facebook posts, I felt bad, but then my sister told me it’s because of the Facebook algorithm, which shows posts based on popularity and other complicated metrics. In late 2020 I began to feel lonely and I also started thinking about this girl who I met in my senior year. We didn’t become friends, but I was stuck in quarantine and was bored so I figured I would look up to see how this girl was doing and wanted to see if she wanted to reconnect or would remember me. That definitely didn’t work out. I sent her this long DM about how sweet and kind she was and how I didn’t get to know her that well because I was an introvert. Anyway, the note was long winded and sappy and I was crushed and took it personally when I didn’t get a response. I was stuck in this idea that friendships had to last forever but that experience taught me that I can’t take everything personally and that people don’t respond for various reasons that I may never know about (e.g. they’re busy, they don’t check Facebook anymore, or they’re just not interested in friending you period.)

I also found out that a lot of people didn’t really notice that I had left Facebook for two consecutive years . I befriended many of the same people from college, but again, I ended up using it as a sort of channel to earn approval. Theses people were my friends right? I sent lots of DMs to lots of people so I could be a good friend but weirdly enough getting Facebook didn’t make me feel any less lonely. In fact, by looking at other people’s photos I got even lonelier and developed FOMO. I had hobbies I could continue to pursue like reading, watching movies, cleaning my room, even writing on this here blog. But I think checking Facebook made it hard for me to feel proud of my friends for enjoying their lives. Of course, as I started to talk with more people and read more studies I realized that Facebook (or really any social media) itself isn’t bad. It just depends on how you use it. I am currently reading a book called Together: The Healing Power of Human Connection in a Sometimes Lonely World by Vivek H. Murthy, MD, and in one of the chapters he talks about how he got a Facebook to keep in touch with friends but I found myself resonating with him because he talks about how he didn’t get to have these deep conversations on Facebook and when he posted thoughtful articles he didn’t get likes and often kept checking to see if he got likes on his posts. But he also says Facebook can be used in ways that help foster connection, like this woman who started a group for physicians who were also moms and helped connect so many women who were struggling with their kids and navigating motherhood while working full-time. Writing this reflection made me reflect on my purpose for getting Facebook and has made me want to be more intentional about how I connect with other people on the site. I’m sure I’ll have many more stories to share about my journey with technology though because my journey with tech is always evolving.

Wishy Washy Wanda and the LinkedIn Profile

6:00 am. Wanda rubs her eyes of crust and with a grumpy growl turns off her alarm clock on her smartphone, which is blaring Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida” and lay in bed for a good ten minutes.

Breathe in, breathe out. She looks up at the ceiling, figuring out what she was going to do for the day. If only she didn’t make a stupid poor decision to leave her corporate job to take a mental health break. What a bullshit excuse.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi….

She feels the tightness leave her chest. Her shoulders relax. She picks up her phone and started scrolling.

Crap. There’s civil war in Sudan. COVID is (technically) not over. And anti-Semitism is alive and well. She continued scrolling, and had a thought. Hmmm, what is my crush and his girlfriend up to? Her heart skips a beat, and a voice in her head screams, No! Don’t check social media today! You’ll be heartbroken. They’re vacationing in fucking Bermuda, for crying out loud! Bermuda!

She doesn’t listen to her conscience, and instead logs into Facebook. She searches under his name. “Jasper Friedrich.” He pops up and his girlfriend, Vera, is kissing him on the cheek in front of a palm tree.

Wanda’s heart goes down with a thud. Her conscience tuts-tuts and shakes its head. Girl, see, I told you. But would you listen? Nooooo….

She shakily logs out, and then with a thump her head falls back onto the pillow. Maybe it’s not a great time to do stuff today. It’s early and clearly things aren’t working out with my life.

But she knows that chanting is going to help her stay motivated, so she resists the temptation to go back to sleep. Her body, emotionally worn down, screams, No! Life is pointless. Go back to Dreamland forever, and never wake up! But she needs to. Her hands clumsily fish for her little orange bottle of Zoloft pills. Dr. Greenberg told her to take one at the same time each day. 6:15 am it was. She trudges to the kitchen downstairs, and nearly trips and falls on old Sparky, her fluffy white little dog. Sparky gives a little yelp.

Ah, shit! Sorry. She picks up Sparky and brings him down the stairs with her as she trudges more carefully down the stairs.

She puts Sparky down, and he runs across the stained white carpet. When she was 12, Wanda’s mom held a birthday party and the adults all got tipsy, and Brenda Crawford, their next-door neighbor, accidentally spilled wine on the carpet. Brenda and her family packed up and moved to Montana for Dave’s job, but Wanda’s mom still bears a grudge. If she had her bearings, she would mail that stained rug all the way to Billings so that Brenda would never forget.

Wanda turns the tap on, careful not to wake her mom, who lies and snores on the couch so peacefully. She stayed up late completing an assignment for work, and is knocked out. Wanda shakes out one of the Zoloft pills from the bottle, and knocks it back with a gulp of water. They’re not magic pills, the Doc told her, but they work. She crosses her fingers and hopes for no more staying in bed all day, no more appetite fluctuations, and no more suicidal ideations.

She goes over to her wooden altar, which is framed by two beautiful purple vases of dying flowers. A single navel orange sits on the side as a dear gnat dances giddily around it, intoxicated by the zesty smell of the slowly maturing fruit. She opens the altar and sits back in her chair, and starts chanting the phrase Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo…

She gets in rhythm with the sound of her voice, and it vibrates throughout her body. Sparky scampers over because he loves the sound of Wanda chanting. As Wanda chants, Sparky is calmed down and lies down, looking up at her with a yearning expression, Please pet me. With gentle fingers she strokes Sparky’s silky fur and continues chanting. She finishes reciting the second and sixteenth chapters of the Lotus Sutra and closes the altar. Her mom is still sleeping. Wanda goes back upstairs. Okay, now she feels a tad better. Still heartbroken but feeling okay enough to get through the day without a panic attack.

She opens her laptop and waits as it buffers for a good ten minutes. She got this laptop five years ago, and while it held up pretty well over the years, she didn’t get a laptop cooler for it, so it’s been overheating and it’s exhausted the battery. Too bad they don’t make the kinds of batteries for her laptop anymore, so now she has to save money she doesn’t have to buy a new laptop.

When the screensaver of Homer Simpson eating a doughnut pops up, she double clicks on the Google Chrome shortcut icon on her desktop. She opens the YouTube app on her phone’s home page, and types in the search engine, “Beyonce Love on Top” and clicks on the first search result.

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She clicks the black box at the bottom, “Skip ads.” Beyonce’s soulful voice jams out, and Wanda gets to work. She types in the search engine, LinkedIn.com. She attended a webinar yesterday for career development and listened to Marissa, the person who connects all the alums together for networking and social events, talk about the value of networking on LinkedIn. The minute Marissa mentioned networking, Wanda’s heart skipped a beat, even more than when she saw Jasper and Veda smooching in Bermuda this morning.

She closes her eyes and just lets Beyonce’s greatness wash over her, and then she feels sad. If only I had a love like Jasper, then I would be complete. If Vera wasn’t in the picture, then him and I would be happy together. She knows she shouldn’t be jealous, but ever since he told her about his girlfriend, all these painful insecurities have emerged from deep within her life, and sometimes they feel too overwhelming and painful to deal with. Jasper keeps my love on top, and as she thinks this she imagines being Beyonce and singing a corny rendition of “Love on Top,” black leotard and fishnet tights. Not that she would fit in a black leotard and fishnet tights, because she is twenty pounds overweight and her flesh would hang out of the fishnet tights. Very unflattering look.

She shakes herself out of her fantasy when Beyonce finishes the song with a #flawless bang, and her eyes open. Yep, her practically nonexistent LinkedIn profile is just sitting there, collecting dust for about two months. She hasn’t posted a thing, but her rich and successful connections sure have. She panicks. She remembers in the webinar, they talked about how to have a complete LinkedIn profile, summary, job titles, everything. How can she wax poetic about her three year part-time stint in college at the Tailfin, a fish joint known for their lobster rolls and snarky staff? Or her one month gig spinning cardboard arrow signs, sweating while dressed as the Statue of Liberty in 100 degree Texas heat?

She hears a knock.

“Come in.”

Layla, her older sister, pops in.

“Mom headed to work an hour ago. I’m going to class.”

“Okay.”

She looks at my computer screen.

“What are you doing?”

I give her a blank look.

“Nothing.”

She snorts.

“Weird.”

And leaves.

I don’t care though because I have all the time in the world to work on this. My About section is short. Maybe I should put some accomplishments? But, like, how do you talk about accomplishments if you haven’t accomplished anything major? I’m not a bestselling author, I’m not even paying paid gigs, so can I even call myself any of these things?

She types a short sentence in the section.

“I am a writer and musician.”

Bam! But oh crap, according to that LinkedIn profile experts page she needs to put more, sound more like she knows what she is talking about and knows her brand. But like, what is my brand? I’m not very self-promotional.

“You need to have a brand to market yourself. Everyone knows that!” Lucy told her as they sat a week ago at Brandy’s Cafe eating shrimp scampi and mimosas for brunch. Because Lucy was working, she paid for Wanda’s meal, even though Wanda told her she wasn’t going to eat because she felt ashamed for Lucy paying for her meal.

Wanda spirals into another almost panic attack. Okay, just breathe. It’s not that deep, kid…

Her mind spirals into another self-critical cycle.

You suck. Your profile sucks. You have no value.

Wanda does a quick Google search, “How to write a linkedin summary if you quit your job.” The first result is a generic post about how to write a linkedin summary. She finds another article with examples of LinkedIn summaries that attracted employers. As she scrolls through the list, instead of making her feel encouraged, she feels less confident that she can pull off a compelling summary with her work history in retail and office administration.

She goes under the experience section. The Tailfin, January 2018- January 2022. She looks at the bullet points. Ugh, so annoying, she has written about it like it’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Really girl, it’s just a fucking resume, not your autobiography.

She looks up the profile of Maggie Bergman, who graduated as valedictorian at her alma mater and has 500 connections. Maggie’s angelic face, framed by curly brown hair, touched up for a professional photo. Maggie Bergman, Executive Director at The Metropolitan Opera.

About

Experienced executive director with five years in the opera music industry….

After reading the 2,000 word summary, Wanda panics. She’s not following the rules of the articles she read about summaries. Hers isn’t long enough, so why not make it longer? Maggie’s summary clearly attracted the likes of recruiters because she has mad connections and is so popular.

She looks up. Two hours have passed and she still hasn’t written a word. So she panics and looks up another article. One of the tips reads, “Sound personable. You’re not just your job title!”

Okay, she relaxes a bit. I’m not my job title, I’m not my job title. Maybe to break the ice I could talk about me.

She is about to type something and her fingers hover over the keyboard in anticipation. But wait, what if some creepy stalker dude, like the guy who groped her that time she went to her friend’s twenty-first birthday party and has stalked her ever since. She feels another attack coming on. He will find you, her mind repeats, he will find you and hurt you. So don’t post anything.

She chants under her breath to calm down. Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo….After a few minutes, she calms back down but still hasn’t written anything remotely interesting. Fuck it, she thinks, I’m going to spend ten minutes max on this. Whatever I don’t finish, I don’t finish.

Add a profile picture. That was the advice she heard on the webinar. It gets you more views. But I hate it when people can publicly see my picture. That dude at the party ruined shit for me. Thanks a lot, Bryan (or whatever your name is. It doesn’t matter. You were too drunk and disgusting to care.)

She clacks and clacks away at the keyboard. It’s not perfect but worth a shot, she shrugs. After an hour she has a summary:

Hello. I am a twenty-seven year old writer living in Dallas with my mom, sister and my dog Sparky. I am not sure what I want to do with my life, but I came in undeclared to college and after a lot of soul searching I majored in government and minored in Spanish. I was awarded a prize by the Grant Lewis Department of Political Science and got to represent an ambassador group at former President Barack Obama’s inauguration. I have worked a variety of jobs, mostly in retail and food service. I worked as a…..

It droned on and on. This will be a snorefest.

…I am not sure what career I want but by 2025 I want to write books full-time and release my first album on Spotify. My favorite books are Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Life of Bees, and anything by P.G. Wodehouse. My favorite music artists are Michael Jackson, Tyler the Creator and Johannes Brahms. My favorite movies are X-Men, Love in the Time of Cholera (ditto the book) and The Imitation Game.

Does anyone care if I’ve read P.G. Wodehouse? Do they care about any of this stuff? It’s a professional network, you dum-dum, not Facebook.

Wanda’s inner critic has a field day as she weighs whether to take down the summary or keep it. Five seconds later…

I’m deleting this. It sounds stupid and irrelevant. So for the third time I changed the summary back to “I’m an artist. Connect with me!” Desperate but short.

But you need a FULL SUMMARY. You’ve gotta rack up those views and connections, girl!

Her anger towards herself boils and she find herself feeling acid bubbling in her chest. She knows this happens in my body when she can’t make a decision. She grabs her water bottle and chugs. The cold elixir of life washes down her throat. She feel a little better now.

I have been at this for the past five hours, and haven’t gotten anything done. The only thing I can do… is just shut down my computer.

So Wanda shuts down the computer, angry at herself for going back and forth for an insignificant decision. She gets upset and pushes her pillow up to her face, and then lets out a painful loud blood-curdling scream. She feels the scream unleash itself from her body, releasing the pent up perfectionism, frustration, anxiety and insecurities she has held onto for years.

You’re perfectly imperfect, her old therapist told her. And she needs to hear that more than ever, because she just spent five hours working on something that nobody probably cared about in the first place. Worst of all, she couldn’t decide what to put. She kept going back and forth about her decision. Should I post this, should I not? And her decisions often carried the weight of other people’s expectations, or rather, what she thought other people’s expectations were of her.

Wanda goes to her Buddhist altar and cries, tears running down her face. I made such a stupid decision, wasting five hours working on a small thing like my LinkedIn summary. How could I have wasted so much time?!? I am falling behind in everything…

She continues to chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.

She feels better after thirty minutes.

I’m going to do some exercise.

Normally, Wanda can’t make up her mind whether to exercise on a given day. I’m too lazy, it’s too stressful, I don’t have time. But Wanda is running on empty and hasn’t worked out for a good while, so she turns on the pilates YouTube video that her friend sent her last month but that she didn’t open until now because she didn’t think she needed exercise. She does lunges, kicks, and punches, and twists her body in various directions. As she works out, her body releases stress and tension, and she feels in a better mood than she did before.

My favorite restaurant

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite restaurant?

One of my favorite restaurants is Spiral Diner located in Fort Worth, Texas. They closed the Dallas location unfortunately, but I really enjoy taking a trip to the Fort Worth location on special occasions. It is a vegan diner and my favorite thing to get is the Spiral burger, which is a seitan patty (seitan is wheat gluten) topped with vegan cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, vegan mayonnaise, ketchup and mustard. I usually get it with a side of vegan potato salad or corn chips. Often when going there I would get a slice of cake or a cookie, and sometimes the vegan ice cream shakes would end up being my dessert if they were sold out of desserts. Last time I went and was adventurous and got tofu migas. As a kid I would always love to go to Eatzi’s, a European-style market, and order migas, which were scrambled eggs with tortilla strips. But I became vegan around 2009 and cut out dairy and eggs from my diet, so I ended up eating a lot more scrambled tofu. The tofu migas I think came with a vegan sausage patty.

Another great vegan place I loved was called Native Foods Café in Chicago. Before I developed a mini-intolerance to gluten (I had a breakfast burrito with a huge wheat spinach tortilla and I’m wondering if the weird nausea and stomach pains is because my body is becoming more sensitive to wheat) I would get any vegan burger on the menu. It was a seitan patty with lots of melted vegan cheese and seitan bacon strips, and I got it with French fries. No wonder I had to often take the food home because I could barely finish it, it was just that delicious. And then for dessert I had an oatmeal cream cookie sandwich, and I often had to resist the temptation to eat it all in one sitting, to no avail because it was absolutely sweet, creamy and delicious. I’m bummed that my body can’t really tolerate a lot of sugar anymore, but it’s probably a good thing because I would have probably had one of those oatmeal cookie cream sandwiches once a week. I have learned to enjoy sugar in moderation. Yesterday I had some Lotus Biscoff cookies with some tea, and I haven’t had them in a while, but then my stomach started hurting for some weird reason. I also had a couple of Oreos. Maybe it’s because I didn’t drink enough water during the day and my body was playing catch up. But I digress.

Another restaurant I enjoy is any restaurant with Indian food. A few years ago, I used to go to a South Indian buffet that was delicious. They had lentil donuts, sambar, naan, rice, and so many other vegetarian dishes. As a vegan I really loved this place, and especially the dosas with potatoes and peas was delicious. I The little lentil donuts were one of my favorites because they were so crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, and I often dipped them in my sambar. Back then I enjoyed eating large portion sizes, so I would often go back to eat seconds or thirds, but then my stomach’s threshold for lots of food decreased, and today I would probably be able to eat a plate of food and call it a day. Eating too much now and especially eating too quickly often gives me indigestion. I was really sad when the restaurant closed down because I used to go there a lot when I was in high school and during summer breaks from college. When I was in college, we had two really delicious Indian restaurants, and one of them was near my dorm. I would often go down the street to this place called India Palace to grab some vegetable biryani and samosas, and in my senior year of college when I permitted myself to loosen up and drink a little wine I would order a glass of red wine at the restaurant. Wine has an interesting and strong taste but somehow it went really well with the food. I learned though that I’m not super accustomed to drinking a lot of alcohol, and the few times I did have alcohol were when I was on a cruise ship in 2019 and had some Caribbean beer and some of the red wine in the mini fridge in my room. I think I just stopped drinking so much because I thought I needed alcohol to be social, but realized later I didn’t. I still enjoy the taste of wine and beer though, even though I haven’t had it in a few years. Again, I keep digressing.

I also really love any great restaurant with pho. There was a delicious banh mi place during my time in college and they had an epic tofu pho and tofu banh mi sandwich. I loved the taste of the breaded tofu swimming around amongst the noodles, carrot rounds, and scallions, and the hot steam rising from the pho in that large porcelain white bowl. Since moving back I have continued to enjoy tofu pho and banh mi. For the banh mi, I love the crispy toasted-ness of the sub sandwich bread, and the sauce and sriracha as they blend in with the breaded tofu. Delicious.

5 everyday things that bring me happiness

Daily writing prompt
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

5 everyday things that bring me happiness:

  1. Food. I love food. I can’t eat meat or dairy but I love anything vegan. I just made myself a scrambled tofu this weekend that was really good. Well Your World has a great recipe. I used to make tofu scramble on the stove, and it was good but there is always the issue with cleaning out the pan afterwards. This one is delicious, and for a while I was putting the potatoes in with the rest of the ingredients when I put them in with the oven, but someone taught me a good tip and that is to boil the potatoes in an Insta-pot first so that when I combine them with the tofu, vegetables and other ingredients the potatoes aren’t super hard. I would bake the tofu scramble for twenty minutes, but would always have to put it in longer since the diced potatoes were still pretty hard to chew. Boiling the potatoes made them softer, but of course, I made sure to dice the potatoes before putting them in the Insta-pot.

2. Spending time outside. Before the COVID-19 pandemic I would often take my outside time for granted, but when I spent a lot of time in quarantine my attitude towards going outside changed. I think I gained a deeper appreciation for spending time walking in the park and around the neighborhood, and I burned some calories and got my body moving. Yesterday I didn’t walk too long but I spent some time walking around the park and around the neighborhood and I saw the neighborhood cat walking around outside. The other day I saw a woodpecker and it was just really beautiful to watch. And a couple of weeks ago I went to someone’s garden to admire their beautiful abundant display of freshly budding irises. And of course, the bluebonnets are in season and I love walking in the field of bluebonnets. I also love seeing the chickens in a farm located across the street. And the squirrels racing each other around the thick tree trunks.

3. Reading books. I love going to the library and have loved libraries and bookstores since I was small. Something about the smell of the pages, the feel of the pages, and how the writing of each word blends so well together entices me about books. Every time I go to the library I end up checking out loads and loads of books, and sometimes I don’t get to finish them all. I mostly enjoy fiction but have read some good non fiction lately.

4. Spending time with loved ones. I enjoy spending time with the people in my life I love and connecting with others. I took a lot of my friendships with others for granted but when I went into quarantine I started to appreciate the connections I made with people.

5. Honestly, life. It may sound cheesy but life itself is an everyday thing that makes me feel appreciation. It’s easy for me to take a lot of things for granted, but it wasn’t until I faced a lot of my own inner struggles that I started to gain more perspective on life. It’s still a challenge sometimes to see the larger picture but I have seen over time how practicing gratitude has helped me become happier and more fulfilled. Of course, I still have big dreams I want to strive towards, but this past decade of facing all these challenges and victories has taught me to appreciate the journey instead of only focusing on the outcome of the situation. Even just something as simple as waking up out of bed I have started to appreciate more.

Romance in India

I lay on your lap

Under a myriad of stars

Mosquitoes buzz in our ears

And we sit in each others’ embrace

Intoxicated by kisses and the warmth

Of our bodies on one another

Music blares from the vehicles

Below the roof upon which we sit

And I kiss you and say your name

Again and again

My Australian love

I know we are leaving each other in a week

To go back to our homes

But I will always keep you in my heart

Until death do us part.

Your blonde shaggy hair

And cerulean eyes

Peer down into my face

And my heart rushes ferociously

Beating rapidly against my chest

Until I cannot take a breath

Because you sucked it all away

With your tender kisses.

When you danced with me

Until the wee hours

Us alone

It was magic

My first real romance

Happening right before my eyes

Heartbreak is a killer

But I go through the grief

Of not being in your proximity

And eventually I make peace

With the love we once shared

And find closure.

Thank you for a beautiful moment

Of love.

Movie Review: Women Talking (content warning: descriptions of rape)

March 11, 2023

I watched this movie yesterday because again, it’s one of the Oscar nominees. I didn’t really know anything much about the movie other than watching the trailer, and it looked really interesting. This actress I really liked from this series called The Crown, Claire Foy, is one of the characters in the movie and so is Rooney Mara from another movie I loved called Carol. Honestly the movie left me shook. It was a deep movie with a story that left me up at night. It’s based on a novel about an isolated Mennonite community where several men drug the women with cow tranquilizer and rape them, and the women in the community meet in secret to discuss whether to leave the colony or fight against their attackers. It is based on a real story about an ultraconservative Mennonite community called Manitoba Colony in Bolivia where between 2005 and 2009 a group of colony men sedated 151 colony women and girls with animal anesthetic and raped them in their homes. The victims reported being bloodied and bruised but these reports were dismissed as false. Eventually, the men got put on trial and sentenced to prison, but with anything trauma-related, you can’t just move on because the body stores trauma.

It made me think of a book I read called Room by Emma Donoghue, which is about a young woman and her son who are held captive by a rapist and they are figuring out how to escape the room. It was similar to Women Talking because it grapples with how the abused navigate their trauma after they leave their circumstances. It takes Ma many years before she and her son escape from the abuser, but even after she finds freedom Ma battles severe distress and ends up overdosing because she is constantly reliving the trauma she dealt with being captive in that room. Honestly, when I read the book I broke down in tears because it haunted me like no other book ever did. I couldn’t imagine what Ma and Jack had to go through to get out of such a horrific situation. Both of them were surviving in this situation, and even with the childlike innocence of the book’s cover (the letters “Room” are written in crayon), it is anything but a children’s book. It literally has sat with me since the time I read it, and it scared me. But I understand that Ma’s experience isn’t an isolated incident and sexual assault and trauma is a painful reality for many women.

The film Women Talking doesn’t show the sexual assault, but rather the distress they feel when they recount how this violence against women has gone on for so many years under the guise of morals and religious obligations. In one scene, one of the women at the meeting, Mejal, is smoking a cigarette and suffers a sudden panic attack after the conversation triggers a flashback where she is remembering the sexual abuse she suffered at the hands of the men in the colony. Mariche, played by Jessie Buckley, says that Mejal’s episode wasn’t that bad because they have all faced sexual trauma in the colony, not just her. However, Mariche also faces her own past trauma when she goes back to the house to retrieve her daughter when everyone plans to leave the colony. She and her daughter leave the house very badly bruised because her husband beat them. August is a teacher in the colony who takes the minutes during the women’s meetings is August, and he had a strong female role model in his life who spoke her mind and encouraged him to speak his mind, too.

The film also talks about religion and the role it plays in gender norms. The women still pray at the meeting and one of the women says that leaving the colony is an act of faith. It’s interesting because when I was growing up the only idea of fundamentalism was a magazine cover of an Iranian woman with her nose cut off by the Taliban, but this movie showed that religious fundamentalism can happen anywhere, even in a country like the United States of America where we talk about freedom of religion and freedom of speech. When I was watching this movie with my friends, they made a point during a scene in the film where a man rides around in a truck and calls out for the women to leave their homes because they are taking the 2010 U.S. census. I thought the men were actually taking the census but then someone I was watching the movie with interpreted the U.S. census truck as a setup by one of the men in the colony, and that when the two girls approached the man in the truck and told them their ages, they were being set up. When the older women hear the truck blasting “Daydream Believer” by The Monkees, they don’t open the doors and don’t go outside in order to protect themselves from potentially being attacked. Another issue they talk about is what would happen if the women fought back against their abusers. It reminded me of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. In the book Lisbeth Salander gets revenge on her rapist in the most violent way possible, and earlier in Women Talking Salome (played by Claire Foy) is shown getting revenge on one of the attackers. Salome stands by her decision to stay and fight, while others talk about forgiving the men and leaving the colony. The discussion leaves a lot of food for thought, like what would the movie had been like if the women stayed in the colony and fought against their attackers?

It was also pretty powerful because Salome has August keep the minutes he took during the meetings so that he could share them with his students, who are all boys. So that they can learn about the repeated trauma these women faced in this colony, and so that they can unlearn these toxic ideas of masculinity and how to treat women. It reminded me of a couple of PSAs I saw from the Ad Council. These commercials came out in the early 2000s but I think they are still relevant today. There was one I saw a while ago, in which a boy and his father are out eating at a diner with the boy’s friends and they are having fun at first, but then they hear the couple behind them arguing, and the man screams at his wife and starts beating her in the restaurant. The father finds himself conflicted in that moment about whether to intervene or do nothing, and sits in pained silence while the man beats his wife. The scene cuts to the son’s pained expression after witnessing what just happened, and the screen reads that now is the time for men to teach their sons that violence against women is wrong. Because if the men don’t teach their sons this, then the men may grow up to be like the man in the restaurant beating the woman. The commercial left me with chills. Another powerful ad showed young boys going up to grown men and asking the grown men if they could teach them how to respect women. The first boy approaches a mailman and tells him he needs clarification since he has been getting mixed messages about violence against women. The second boy asks his uncle how he can grow up to respect women if he has such lousy male role models who don’t teach him to respect women. The last boy approaches a middle-aged man on the basketball court and asks him if he can reshape his attitude towards women.

I reflected on these commercials because around the time the #MeToo movement was gaining more traction on social media, an ad by Gillette, a famous men’s shaving razor and personal care company, kicked off a campaign addressing toxic ideas around manhood that have been perpetuated in society for years, and how men can unlearn these ideas and take action to treat women with respect and teach their sons how to respect women. It was in response to multiple allegations of sexual harassment against influential male figures in the media, and how sexual harassment also happens in daily life as well, and how men can change the narrative of masculinity by unlearning traditional ideas of manhood. The ad, titled “We Believe: The Best Men Can Be,” opens with grown men each looking in the mirror as the voices of news reporters talk about bullying, the #Me Too movement and sexual harassment. The screen cuts to an older Gillette ad where the slogan was “The Best a Man Can Get” and suddenly it shows a group of boys breaking through the screen and chasing after another boy, and then a distressed mom is hugging her son as his texts blow up with demeaning messages from the bullies calling him “freak,” “loser” and other derogatory names, and as the other boys continue to chase the boy through their living room. The scene cuts to a group of boys watching shows where men catcall and sexually harass women, showing how these young men are getting mixed messages about sexual violence from the media they consume and may think it’s a joke for a man in a sitcom to grab a woman’s butt without her consent. The audience watching these sitcoms, many of them men, are laughing and thinking it’s funny to watch, and then it cuts to an executive at a corporation speaking over his female colleague and her hurt expression. Then it shows boys fighting each other at a barbeque and instead of breaking the boys up, the dads all keep grilling their meats and chuckling as they all say in unison “Boys will be boys.” Then the tone changes, when several reporters report on allegations of sexual harassment and abuse against women. The audience stops laughing and watches silently and then the ad shows men who take action to teach their friends how sexual harassment is wrong. It shows men preventing their male friends from catcalling women and real-life videos of men, young and old, learning respect and tolerance not just for women but for each other. A dad runs over with his young son when he sees the earlier mentioned boy running from school bullies, and intervenes, and one of the dads at the barbeque intervenes and breaks up the two boys fighting. The ad ends when the boy sees his dad asking the boy being bullied if he is ok, and then it shows different boys looking into the camera as the narrator says that the boys watching today will be the men of tomorrow. The ads ends with a caption saying that only when we challenge ourselves to do more that we can get closer to our best, meaning that when men hold each other accountable for perpetuating violence against women or outdated gender norms that keep women oppressed, society will get better. This ad was similar to the Ad Council ones because it showed that men need to teach their sons to respect and value women and others and unlearn a lot of their own biases against gender. It reminded me again of when I was watching the movie 42 and there is a scene where Jackie Robinson (played by the late Chadwick Boseman) is about to hit the ball and a white man is with his son, and he starts yelling racial epithets at Jackie from the bleachers. The son pauses and doesn’t know what to do but then because he sees his dad doing it, he thinks that he needs to shout the N-word at Jackie too, so he joins his dad in screaming racial epithets at Jackie. I had a very surface-level perception of the scene, which was that it was shocking, but then my professor explained that it wasn’t shocking because white children at the time were taught that racism and discrimination against Black people was okay, so it took work for white people to unlearn this racist ideology they grew up with. In short, they weren’t born racist, they were taught to be racist. Similarly, the boys in the Mennonite community could have learned from their fathers that inflicting sexual violence on the colony women was okay, but August took responsibility for his role as a man in the community and decided to teach his young male students about the importance of consent and respect for women. One of the issues the women debate about is whether to just take their daughters with them when they leave the colony or to take their sons as well. One thing I had to remember is that the boys in the colony also experienced severe psychological trauma from learning about the ongoing sexual violence against these women, and so I would be curious to know how they navigated this trauma in their later years, because what happened in the colony was horrific and traumatic and it left scars on pretty much everyone who lived in it.

This film definitely impacted me in so many ways, and it has stuck with me well after watching it. When Sarah Polley, the film’s director, won the Academy Award this year for Best Adapted Screenplay for Women Talking, my family and I celebrated because we thought the movie was so powerful. It would have been a shame if it didn’t go home with any awards because it is definitely worth a watch.

Women Talking. 2022. Directed by Sarah Polley. 1h 44 m. Rated PG-13 for mature thematic content including sexual assault, bloody images, and some strong language.

my thoughts on loneliness, technology and the COVID-19 pandemic

It’s ironic that I’m writing this online but I had lately been thinking about my relationship with my smartphone and the Internet, and the ways in which I use it. Yesterday I finished a really good book called How to Break Up With Your Phone by Catherine Price, and in the book she talks about the impact of smartphone use on our brains and our mental and physical health. While the statistics of phone use were disturbing, it was refreshing to read a book about how I could get my smartphone use under control. She provides a 30-day plan for spending less time on our phones and being more intentional with our phone use. I read another book by another author named Cal Newport called Digital Minimalism, but reading Catherine Price’s book was a good reminder about how, while technology has its benefits, it’s also a good idea to be aware of how much time we spend on our electronic devices. I have definitely noticed since I left my job last year to take care of my mental health, my phone use has gone up. During the COVID-19 pandemic, many of us spent time in isolation during quarantine, while many others had to work on the frontlines to deliver groceries and take care of patients dying of COVID-19, and as I reflected on my own challenges with loneliness I realized that human beings are wired for connection. Which is why quarantine was so challenging for a lot of people, even though in reality I can’t actually speak for everyone. As an introvert, going into quarantine at first seemed like no big deal since I usually recharge by spending time alone or with a few people. But I also realized that it was hard not being able to visit my family and friends in other parts of the country and the world, and that even though I was safely ensconced in my house with my books and computer and phone, people around the world were dying at rapid unprecedented rates and I found myself anxiously checking the statistics for how many people were being hospitalized and how many people were dying. All this doom-scrolling had a serious impact on my mental and emotional health, because when I came back into the office for work after having the unexpected fortune of working remotely for over a year, I viewed everything and everyone in my environment from the lens of my own fear and anxiety.

When the rates went down at one point during 2021 I tentatively walked around without my mask on, thinking, “I guess we’re safe since we’re not wearing masks anymore and the vaccines are coming out and rates are going down.” Then the numbers shot back up again with delta and omicron and once again, I found myself in a serious panic mode. Every day at work, I don’t know if I can honestly diagnose myself as having anxiety or panic attacks because I’m not a doctor but it felt like every day I sat in my cubicle I felt a deep tightness in my whole body and my thoughts were racing and even just little stuff set me off. I guess you could say I was having a serious nervous breakdown while trying my best to keep it all together. But then someone did something I didn’t like, a small thing that was really no big deal, they told me to take a breath and calm down, and I exploded at them. I ended up taking a day off, but I still continued to wrestle with my own little mental health crisis. I struggled with loneliness early on as someone with depression, but I didn’t give it much thought until my music teacher and I had a conversation about the pandemic and he mentioned how so many people suffered from loneliness during the pandemic. I found myself isolating from my coworkers during lunchtime often and while I normally love my alone time, I felt so disconnected from everything and everyone in my life. I think that’s what I realized about loneliness; it’s not the same thing as solitude, because there are many people who enjoy solitude, but loneliness is a painful experience and it made me feel disconnected from everyone and everything. It reminded me of when I was in college; I had met a lot of people and connected with a lot of people, but I got burned out within the first few months of my first year of college and started isolating myself from people, eating alone because I didn’t feel genuinely connected to the other people I interacted with. Even when some of my peers encouraged me to join their group for meals, I would ignore their text messages and sit alone by myself. While I need to move on from the past, as I’m grappling with loneliness in 2023 it brought up a lot of past memories and events in which I also struggled with loneliness. Being lonely has brought up some really destructive and unproductive and potentially toxic behaviors, but it has also given me a chance to think about my purpose in life and what I am bringing to my connections with other people.

Checking my smartphone all the time has been one of those unhealthy coping mechanisms, and I’m pretty relieved that I read the book about breaking up with your phone because it reminded me that checking our phones is something people often do when they are bored, lonely, anxious or dealing with other uncomfortable emotions and they want to self-soothe. When I was in the depths of depression a couple of years ago, I would stress-eat as a coping mechanism. I couldn’t be bored, I couldn’t be alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t be uncomfortable, so I ate and ate and ate to numb this discomfort. I went to the break room for snacks as many times as I spent checking Gmail, YouTube and text messages on my phone (which is a lot of times.) I wasn’t even eating because the food tasted good; I was eating because I didn’t know how to deal with my stress in a healthy way, so self-soothing with food became my way of handling stress. I nibbled on vegan Hippeas cheese puffs, MadeGood granola bars, fruit, kettle-cooked chips, pretzels, vegan rice-krispy treats, anything that had salt and sugar. I normally don’t drink a lot of Starbucks, but I was running off to get Frappuccinos and lattes every week. I wasn’t even drinking it for the taste; I was just drinking it because I felt stressed. I wasn’t even appreciating the taste of the food; again, because I was using it as a coping mechanism to get through the day, I was numbing myself, so I didn’t even appreciate the taste of the food because I had accustomed myself to eating this kind of food in serious moments of stress. Thankfully I had a meditation practice of chanting that helped me stay afloat even in my darkest moments, even when I didn’t want to get out of bed, even when I felt hopeless. I also was part of a great Buddhist community and continued to participate in Zoom meetings with them as we gradually began to open our community centers back up again. I am still thankfully part of this community and while I am still grappling with loneliness, I am reminded that I don’t have to grapple with it alone.

I think what this experience of loneliness has taught me is the value of asking for help. In 2016, I was reluctant to seek help but then it got to the point where I actually needed to see a professional about my mental health. It ended up being one of the best decisions I have made in my life. But then time passed, I got busy, and stopped going for a couple of years when things went smoothly. Then the pandemic hit, and I gradually without knowing or understanding it, grew overwhelmed with everything but I still wasn’t seeking professional help because I thought I felt fine. But gradually as I started getting lonelier and this loneliness and depression started to affect my daily functioning, it became clear that asking for help wasn’t weak but was rather the best thing I could do to take care of myself. Even though I didn’t see my therapist every week, when I did see her I felt better. She really helped me make sense of my emotions and how to manage them better, and seeing therapy was a reminder that working on my emotional health, showing up for myself, and asking for help is a daily effort. I think that’s why reading Brene Brown’s books during these past few years has helped me a lot because I didn’t understand why I felt this huge range of emotions and also the root cause of why I felt anxious, sad, lonely, and confused but also grateful and happy.

*I know a lot of articles on mental health I read about typically put this in at the end of the article, but if you or a loved one needs help this is the new Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: call or text 988 or chat 988lifeline.org

Movie Review: The Killing of a Sacred Deer

Last week I watched a movie called The Killing of a Sacred Deer. I had been meaning to watch it for a while and saw the trailer, and it looked really good. I also love A24 movies and this one is an A24 film. It reminded me of this previous movie I watched that was directed by Yorgos Lanthimos called The Lobster. For those who haven’t seen it yet, The Lobster is about a dystopian society where single people need to find a partner within a specific period of time or else be turned into an animal of their choice. It’s really bleak and sad but it made a really good social commentary about how society has stigmatized being single. In The Lobster, Colin Farrell stars as the main character, who needs to find a companion before he gets turned into an animal. I really wanted to watch The Killing of a Sacred Deer because a week ago I watched The Banshees of Inishirin, which stars the same actors Colin Farrell and Barry Keoghan, and I really loved their acting in The Banshees of Inishirin so I was excited to find out they were in a previous movie together.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer is disturbing, but the acting was incredible and I really loved the music score. The music score gives the movie its intensity. The movie is about a cardiologist named Steven who performs open-heart surgery at the beginning of the movie. Word of advice: if you are not squeamish, keep your eyes open. If you are, keep them closed for the first minute of the movie. To be honest, I closed my eyes at first but then somehow I opened them and was able to stomach watching the surgery. It was hard to watch, but then again, many people have had to get open heart surgery so this probably won’t be the last time I see a movie with an open-heart surgery scene or have to even witness an open-heart surgery myself in real life. Over the course of the movie, Steven gets to know a teenage boy named Martin, whose father died while Steven was performing heart surgery on him, but he realizes that Martin’s behavior towards him and the family is off and as the movie progresses it becomes clear that Martin is out to avenge his father’s death. At first he gives nice gifts to Steven’s children, Bob and Kim, and has casual conversations with them. He even invites Steven over to meet his mom, but soon Steven realizes that Martin and his mom lack boundaries. This is seen when Steven is at Martin and his mom’s house, and they are watching Groundhog Day. Even though Steven insists he needs to go home to his family because it is getting late, Martin and his mother insist on him staying to watch the movie with them. When Martin goes into his bedroom, Steven and Martin’s mother are alone, and Martin’s mother comments on how smooth and beautiful Steven’s hands look, and then she suddenly grabs his hands and starts touching them inappropriately. He leaves and even though Martin’s mother wants him to stay, Steven abruptly leaves because Martin’s mother crossed the line by initiating that kind of inappropriate contact.

Martin shows up unexpectedly to Steven’s office and tells Steven he has a pain in his heart, and that it’s the same heart pain that his father suffered with before he died during surgery. He is very upfront with Steven about his father’s death, that his father’s life could have been saved during the surgery because he was healthy, but that Steven didn’t save him. He says all this in a very calm collected tone, which I think is what makes the film so disturbing to watch. None of the characters in the film, except for Steven, who loses his shit rightfully so because his family is falling apart all because one kid is getting revenge on all of them, show much emotion. It’s like they are hypnotized to be numb and not show emotion. This is how viewing The Lobster felt for me. The characters show little to no emotion and they pretty much resign themselves to their fate and are really depressed and emotionally numb, even when the people around them are suffering. It was also pretty scary to watch Kim and Bob suffer the symptoms Martin told Steven they would suffer because Steven killed Martin’s dad in the surgery. Kim and Bob lose mobility in their legs, they lose their appetites and they bleed from their eyes. (I thought the bleeding was going to be gratuitous blood, but it wasn’t super scary. Then again, we all have different levels of comfort. I may not be able to stand supernatural horror film levels of blood but somehow I could stand this movie) When Anna, Steven’s wife, tries to give Bob something to eat (a donut) at the hospital, Bob refuses it and Steven, who is freaking out about what is happening to his son, tries to force Bob to eat the donut, but because Bob is experiencing the symptom of losing his appetite, he spits it out and complains he isn’t hungry. Because they lost mobility in their limbs, Kim and Bob have to crawl on their stomachs through the house on their elbows. At the hospital, when Steven tries to lift Bob and get him to stand up, Bob collapses again, and Steven threatens him and tells him to cut out all his nonsense, but Bob insists that he is not playing around and that he literally cannot stand up on his own because he is paralyzed in his limbs.

The music was pretty nerve-wracking because it sounded like a helicopter crashing overhead and it kept getting louder and softer, softer and louder, and each time it built my heart raced because it was building up to one disturbing scene after the next. I also thought about the theme of revenge and forgiveness. Martin had such a rough time after his father died, and so I can see why he found it incredibly hard to forgive Steven for what he did. But also Steven’s family suffered immensely and it’s like Martin was bringing up in the family all these deeply held insecurities that they wanted to keep hidden under their perfect suburban family life. When he meets with Steven, Martin tells him he needs to sacrifice one of his family members or else the kids will be cursed with the symptoms of paralysis, loss of appetite, eyes bleeding and death. He delivered it pretty quickly to Steven, and of course Steven is thinking, This kid is nuts, but as the movie continues it becomes clear how Martin is pretty dead serious about getting revenge on Steven’s family.

To be honest, this reached my threshold of scary. I don’t normally watch scary movies, and the only ones I have seen are Get Out and It Comes at Night, yet for some reason I could sit through this movie and not have to close my eyes multiple times. I closed my eyes during a few scenes but for the most part I felt more disturbed and depressed than jumpy and excited, which I would feel after watching a scary movie that involved things like killer clowns, possessed dolls/ children or exorcisms (which is why I steer clear of those films because I don’t want nightmares.) I don’t typically watch scary stuff because I don’t enjoy jump scares, but there weren’t any jump scares in this movie, just a slowly building suspense and disturbing story. I think that’s why it’s so scary and why it was so scary for me to watch. I had a rehearsal to go to after watching the movie, and it was a pretty heavy movie so it sat with me and I ended up not talking and just being quiet for the next thirty minutes while I drove to the rehearsal because I couldn’t stop thinking about how disturbing the movie was. But honestly, what I loved most was the visuals and the acting. The way the camera focuses in and out was somehow very masterful and unique. It was the same camera focus I saw in The Lobster and somehow it just really appealed to me as I was watching the film. Also I really loved Barry Keoghan and Colin Firth’s acting. It’s really cool that they starred in The Banshees of Inishirin together.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer. 2017. Rated R for disturbing violent and sexual content, some graphic nudity and language.