From my recent trip to Rotterdam – it really is a fascinating city. Combining old industrial spaces with traditional Dutch housing and very bold modern development.
This is how Yemaja deals with the heat… and with mornings… and just about anything really.
I call it “The Rainman Effect” when serious mental diseases are trivialized or even romanticised. While I like the film in itself I can understand the criticism it gets for portraying what is a daily struggle for a lot of people as a superpower.
I also remember the time in the 90’ies – early 00s when characters on Ally McBeal exhibited Tourette’s syndrome – usually in a hilarious manner.
And finally I find it strange how Obsessive-compulsive disorder has become somewhat of a shiny medal you wear – partially thanks to countless internet memes (my favourite being about how it should be CDO – for alphabetized correctness). I liked Glee’s Emma for being able to be a funny character on a funny show while still leaving no doubt that her condition was a major problem for her.
I remember a friend asking one of her co-workers to please leave some files in the correct order once she was done going through them and she replied – “Oh don’t worry – I’m OCD”.
All that said I think it’s a good thing that people are able to talk about mental diseases more freely. But I am some times worried that the line between diagnosis and quirk is getting blurred. I’m not sure a prejudice that takes the form of trivialization of a condition is any better than one that takes the form of mistrust and stigmatization.
I suffer from an acute dislike of containers being used for the wrong substance or object. Especially when it comes to vessels from which one drinks. One of my previous roomies tendency to drink water from wine glasses being a prime example. I will often refer to this as an “OCD-thing” but it’s not really. I like putting paper clips on papers, alphabetizing and colour coordinating. As such I react very strongly to this:
Pity the unsuspecting inhabitants of Saint Mary, Florida. It’s there. Waiting.
I remember playing with my LEGO on this rug when I was a kid. Turns out my mother remembers having it around when she was a young girl too… so far we have tracked it back to the 70’ies… I wonder how old it actually is and what it’s made from…