That sucks, Beverly. I think you can indulge in a little petty here, even if you don't show to your DH. You guys have spent a lot of years taking care of others, it seems like you deserve a break to take care of just each other.

Not petty, Bev.

{{{Beverly}}}

Much love, Bev. It's just not easy.

{{{{Beverly}}}}

Ugh, I am tired of everything being so complicated. Like, I agree that criticizing Trump based on his weight is no less fat-shaming than it is with anyone else, and there are many, many other reasons to criticize him.

But I also agree that lying about his results (which it seems like someone is) is a hugely representative symptom of his and the entire administration's disregard for the truth, and of their determination to just fucking MAKE the truth whatever they say it is, and ignoring blatant lies lets them get away with it.

What you said, Dana. Also I laughed and laughed at Sports Illustrated's pictorial of "athletes who are the same height and weight as Trump". Man.

I totally think people can talk about the obvious lie about his weight without it being called fat shaming.

Then again I think shows and books can have homophobic and sexist and bigoted characters without the shows or books being any if those things which seems beyond belief to some.

Ugh. In keeping with the comfort in/dump out rule of the ring theory, I have to dump that I spoke to my boss today to let him know that I might need extra time over the next few months to visit my mom and help support her while she was supporting my brother, and when I mentioned the diagnosis he just got a blank polite look that read to me as, "I am thinking, 'oh, shit,' but I am not going to say it out loud."

If you work for doctors, typically when a friend or family member gets diagnosed with something, anything, they have questions about when the diagnosis was made and where they're going and whether their specialist has talked to so and so at Mayo or Johns Hopkins or Boston Children's or wherever, and just speak up if you want referrals. This time, nothing. Just the polite look. And now I'm more freaked out than I was before.

Which I did not say to my other brother when I called him just now, because he's much closer to Baby!Brother than I am and he is already more freaked than me. So I'm dumping here.

I don't even need an answer, I just needed to dump.

(Also, yeah, the weight is not the issue, it's that the presidential physician appears to have gone on record with a ridiculously obvious lie.)

~ ma to JZ and Beverly, and everyone else who needs it.