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You Ever Just Want To Scream?
Or at least, call someone a total dipshit online?
This could have been a well-researched, well-thought-out think piece about the nature of rage, whether anger is dangerous for us, or how to find a healthy outlet for those feelings. It could have been, but it isn’t.
I just read a truly pompous, self-righteous, delusional little piece here on Medium, which I won’t link to because they don’t deserve the attention. It was about that book ‘I’m Glad My Mom Died’ which has the internet all aflutter. For the most part, the reaction I’ve seen is something like,
“The title made me think the writer must be terrible, but once I read it and learned all about the abuse I understood it!”
This is a reasonable response, in my opinion at least. However, the piece I just read suggested that the author, Jennette McCurdy, shouldn’t speak ill of her mother now she isn’t around to defend herself, and that she probably enjoyed aspects of growing up a child star so her life really hasn’t been so bad!
That’s a yikes and a half.
I took the time to write a polite, if slightly passive-aggressive, comment. I considered the writer’s points and wrote something that they may think about for a moment before scoffing and moving on.
