Comments on: Tales From the Infusion Room http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/ Thu, 09 Feb 2012 10:47:07 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Kate http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-13532 Kate Thu, 02 Mar 2006 23:39:27 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-13532 Ok, here comes my cynicism, bared for all here to see and criticize: I was cured of the pinin' heart disease when on welfare for a three year stint. At that time, a couple years out of my marriage, the men I aspired to or dreamt of wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. "Three kids!" they would exclaim. Of course, it was that I had another man's kids, not theirs that I think made them head for the hills. Often they would respond as if I were smeared with their father's semen and had a giant vagina with teeth that snarled at them and threatened to consume them with its womanly breeding powers. Of course when a man every now and then came along that was interested, as Twisty so well stated above, I had so internalized the aforementioned male reproach, that I often questioned their motives or mental state and ran from them. On the other hand, grey-hairs are nice and I've had two very fullfilling relationships with grey-haired men and I would go that way again if the opportunity arose. High rates of testosterone are for hunting, fighting and breeding, which by the way can give you lots of empty sex along with it. As for Twisty: I pray for your speedy recovery and encourage you to continue to correct the younguns' who continue to wilt and wail before the patriarchy. May all us Blamers pass our wisdom to the next generation! Ok, here comes my cynicism, bared for all here to see and criticize:

I was cured of the pinin’ heart disease when on welfare for a three year stint.

At that time, a couple years out of my marriage, the men I aspired to or dreamt of wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole. “Three kids!” they would exclaim. Of course, it was that I had another man’s kids, not theirs that I think made them head for the hills. Often they would respond as if I were smeared with their father’s semen and had a giant vagina with teeth that snarled at them and threatened to consume them with its womanly breeding powers.

Of course when a man every now and then came along that was interested, as Twisty so well stated above, I had so internalized the aforementioned male reproach, that I often questioned their motives or mental state and ran from them.

On the other hand, grey-hairs are nice and I’ve had two very fullfilling relationships with grey-haired men and I would go that way again if the opportunity arose. High rates of testosterone are for hunting, fighting and breeding, which by the way can give you lots of empty sex along with it.

As for Twisty: I pray for your speedy recovery and encourage you to continue to correct the younguns’ who continue to wilt and wail before the patriarchy. May all us Blamers pass our wisdom to the next generation!

]]> By: Pony http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-13520 Pony Thu, 02 Mar 2006 20:59:33 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-13520 Twisty I didn't know. So sorry. But so grateful you are here. (So many others in the thread. I'm surprised but shouldn't be. So many. I'm still waiting to hear.) Regarding why we get hooked on shitheads even though we know they're shitheads, and why some of us have a shithead habit worse than others: Dopamine. Could we get methadone? Twisty I didn’t know. So sorry. But so grateful you are here.

(So many others in the thread. I’m surprised but shouldn’t be. So many. I’m still waiting to hear.)

Regarding why we get hooked on shitheads even though we know they’re shitheads, and why some of us have a shithead habit worse than others:

Dopamine.

Could we get methadone?

]]> By: Sandi http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-8439 Sandi Wed, 18 Jan 2006 13:31:10 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-8439 In 1992 I took my mother to the outpatient clinic for her chemo every Thursday. We had a real rapport going with all the techs and nurses. We would make a party of the whole thing, as best we could. The treatments were given in separate rooms, but we'd keep our door open so everybody could stop by. We'd bring in photos to share with everyone, and tell some outrageous stories! The bonding helped Mom keep her positive outlook going, and helped me keep it together. Mom and I had a fine tradition for after treatment; we'd stop at the Safeway and buy two apple fritters and a six-pack of Bass Ale for the trip home. Aaahhhhh..... In 1992 I took my mother to the outpatient clinic for her chemo every Thursday. We had a real rapport going with all the techs and nurses. We would make a party of the whole thing, as best we could. The treatments were given in separate rooms, but we’d keep our door open so everybody could stop by. We’d bring in photos to share with everyone, and tell some outrageous stories! The bonding helped Mom keep her positive outlook going, and helped me keep it together.
Mom and I had a fine tradition for after treatment; we’d stop at the Safeway and buy two apple fritters and a six-pack of Bass Ale for the trip home. Aaahhhhh…..

]]> By: Twisty http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7951 Twisty Mon, 09 Jan 2006 21:55:48 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7951 Out fucking rageous! Of course, who among us hasn't stayed when we should have left, at least once? Out fucking rageous! Of course, who among us hasn’t stayed when we should have left, at least once?

]]> By: chickenmonkey http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7941 chickenmonkey Mon, 09 Jan 2006 20:06:55 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7941 this is one of the best short stories i have ever read. it was so striking to think of the chick being more torn up over some lame assholejerk than over her own chemo, health, situation. alot of us women have been there, and once you get some distance from that, you cannot believe you were ever so brainwashed to think men were that important. i think men are important but they certainly are not the end all be all our society and families would have us believe. i grew up in texas, too. i think so much of this comes from the deep south and the women and men in our own families. give him the biggest porkchop. just wait til daddy gets home. look pretty and skinny and maybe he will ask you to the prom. so lame. i am grateful i don't exist in this thinking space anymore. part of it has to do with age and maturity, part of it from finding a really nice guy who treats me as the valuable human person that i am, not as a barbie doll accessory. part of it is finding a community of other cool women who realize how retarded the messages they gave us are and how we have eaten such ridiculous messafes. i send you all good twishes, twisty. it is ok to say chemo sux, it does. i think cancer has more to do with painting on a hostess smile and smiling thru the pain, stuffing our feelings than expressing authentically for realers how we really actually feel. so keep expressing yourself. you will be ok. i know, i survived cancer and i am still kicking and screaming and bitching. call a spade a spade. fight. the false positrons with gameshow hostess smiles seem afraid to feel, afraid to be any trouble, esp. the women. i feel sad for them. they are so fing scared. i want them to speak up, go on mountaintops and scream! realize it is unfair. get pissed off. fighting spirit helps way more than stuffing our true feelings and playing along and being "nice.' there are even studies to back this up. but i know it to be true. roar! this is one of the best short stories i have ever read. it was so striking to think of the chick being more torn up over some lame assholejerk than over her own chemo, health, situation. alot of us women have been there, and once you get some distance from that, you cannot believe you were ever so brainwashed to think men were that important. i think men are important but they certainly are not the end all be all our society and families would have us believe. i grew up in texas, too. i think so much of this comes from the deep south and the women and men in our own families. give him the biggest porkchop. just wait til daddy gets home. look pretty and skinny and maybe he will ask you to the prom. so lame. i am grateful i don’t exist in this thinking space anymore. part of it has to do with age and maturity, part of it from finding a really nice guy who treats me as the valuable human person that i am, not as a barbie doll accessory. part of it is finding a community of other cool women who realize how retarded the messages they gave us are and how we have eaten such ridiculous messafes. i send you all good twishes, twisty. it is ok to say chemo sux, it does. i think cancer has more to do with painting on a hostess smile and smiling thru the pain, stuffing our feelings than expressing authentically for realers how we really actually feel. so keep expressing yourself. you will be ok. i know, i survived cancer and i am still kicking and screaming and bitching. call a spade a spade. fight. the false positrons with gameshow hostess smiles seem afraid to feel, afraid to be any trouble, esp. the women. i feel sad for them. they are so fing scared. i want them to speak up, go on mountaintops and scream! realize it is unfair. get pissed off. fighting spirit helps way more than stuffing our true feelings and playing along and being “nice.’ there are even studies to back this up. but i know it to be true. roar!

]]> By: chrissy http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7939 chrissy Mon, 09 Jan 2006 19:27:11 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7939 when i had cancer and was scheduled for surgery, i was awiting to hear if i would also need a total radical mastectomy or just a partial. i asked my boyfriend what he thought about it and he said it would be really hard. i felt touched by his honesty and thought he meant becuase everytime he looked at me he would be reminded of my mortality, so i asked him if that is what he meant. he said, "no, you won't have boobs.' men can be such self centered pricks. i can't believe i stayed with him for six more years. when i had cancer and was scheduled for surgery, i was awiting to hear if i would also need a total radical mastectomy or just a partial. i asked my boyfriend what he thought about it and he said it would be really hard. i felt touched by his honesty and thought he meant becuase everytime he looked at me he would be reminded of my mortality, so i asked him if that is what he meant. he said, “no, you won’t have boobs.’ men can be such self centered pricks. i can’t believe i stayed with him for six more years.

]]> By: will http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7839 will Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:39:40 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7839 Violet socks: Thanks. I was curious as to whether he was an idiot or just very good at defusing a situation. For your sake, I was hoping that he was making a funny remark to defuse the situation. Violet socks:

Thanks. I was curious as to whether he was an idiot or just very good at defusing a situation. For your sake, I was hoping that he was making a funny remark to defuse the situation.

]]> By: Violet Socks http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7835 Violet Socks Sun, 08 Jan 2006 02:07:42 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7835 But Will, the update isn't <i>funny</i>! Actually, he wasn't a bad guy. Well-meaning but singularly clueless. His self-absorption was instinctual, not malicious -- kind of like a pre-schooler's. But Will, the update isn’t funny!

Actually, he wasn’t a bad guy. Well-meaning but singularly clueless. His self-absorption was instinctual, not malicious — kind of like a pre-schooler’s.

]]> By: piny http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7831 piny Sun, 08 Jan 2006 01:28:04 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7831 Man, are you gonna feel like an asshole if you ever learn to read. Man, are you gonna feel like an asshole if you ever learn to read.

]]> By: Nebris http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7809 Nebris Sat, 07 Jan 2006 19:51:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2006/01/04/tales-from-the-infusion-room/#comment-7809 Men being Dick Driven, a 'sick female' is no longer good breeder material, so she's gotta go. Plain and simply. ~M~ Men being Dick Driven, a ’sick female’ is no longer good breeder material, so she’s gotta go. Plain and simply.

~M~

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