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posted by [personal profile] jwaneeta at 08:01pm on 29/01/2004
Gah. Wiped out. Four days of talking math and government regs for ten hours straight. That's my fecking job. Unreal.

Thanks to this deadly office gig which provides me with insurance and 401k, and keeps the lights on, I have a new word to fear: Outlier. In my current straight-job line, an Outlier is a Medicare claim that continues after all benefits for the patient are used up. The stage is called Benefits Exhaust. Evocative, no? An Outlier begins at the threshold date of Benefits Exhaust (much akin to a black hole event horizon, except money pours into it, instead of space/time). At that point the government -- for reasons of decency which would hearten me if I weren't one of the chumps who have to make it all square up on paper -- keeps on paying, and they just call it something else: Post Outlier. God, that word. Images of an airless void... the movie Outland... crude graphs of wormholes.... Gregory Peck floating away into Nothing. The sense of freefall is compounded by the fact that I am numerophobic, and Outliers are the most diabolical mathmatic constructs ever to harass human reason. Ordinary Medicare claims are maddening to calculate (or fix, when hospitals inevitably screw them up), but Outliers are a delerium of calendar pages, changing regulations, quantum physics and black magic. God, I fear Outliers. Outliers are the boogy man. Steven King presents: Outlier.

In practice I try to shove them off on people with a level of competence, and concentrate on making myself invaluable with my mellifluous voice and wry bedside manner. This involves a lot of energy: butter doesn't melt in my mouth for ten hours straight, four days a week. Calming a frantic Clinic Director (who actually knows more than I do) is a combination of Barrymore stagecraft and on-the-fly data retrieval and bare-faced bullshit. Brain bursting focus is required. Ugh. I want to go to an After Party when I hang up. Light a ciggie, throw back a cold one, bask in the narrow save and relish the endophrins. What I do is take another call from another F. C. Director. Terrific incentive to get another publisher and get the hell out, except I'm so tired.

Speaking of tired, K.G. is asking if I want to do more for Komikwerks. (say, to all four of you who visit read this, be a logrolling pal and check out the upcoming issue of Nuts&Bolts, in stores April 2004, http://www.komikwerks.com/, http://www.komikwerks.com/nutsandbolts_flyer_color.pdf, there, I've done my bit) So I said, hey, but YES. And I almost said it with enthusiasm. I mean, why am I working a four day week if not to keep my toe in? And I have a book cover upcoming, apparently. Whatever; I'm dazed.

On the Spike front: well, two in the L column for Damage-hopes, though otherwise I am slobbering mad for the ep. No crucifixion pose, and no Slayer Kneeling. Given my current level of enthusiasm for Dana, a character we will probably never see again, I suppose it's for the best. A Spike/Slayer foreshadowing of that sort would have set me up for all manner of hopeless pining.

I keep having a horrible urge to write something AU with Dana and Spike. Something angsty and all. This is not my forte; it would suck. I wish someone else would take up the baton and get off the dime with D/S, already, and spare me these compulsions. I just wanna read.
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posted by [personal profile] jwaneeta at 11:57pm on 29/01/2004

Okay, I'm gonna say it. If there is one thing I don't like, anywhere in fiction or film, it's the Pervasive Type of the abused kid as a psychotic killer.

I know, I know. Everybody's on the bandwagon these days about their own little tribe as The Misrepresented. It gets to be yammery noise after a while, a contest for volume, signifying nothing.

But let me, please? Since I love this episode so much, it's in another category altogether. I understand that Dana is a horror convention, and it works for me as story. Dana as a murderous psycho is a fine driver, and I like the writing throughout. But if we are going to examine writerly weaknesses like vampire circulation, Slayer dreams and battle strategy, please permit me to say something about kids who are abducted and/or suffer serious physical abuse.

Serious physical abuse is a medical term. It means torture, or attempted murder that the child happened to survive. It means the breaking of bones. It means stuff that can be found in X-rays and cat-scans: caved-in skulls, busted ribs that were not treated and left to heal. Boiled skin from scalding. Wandering eyes, drooping lips.

There are many myths about this level of assault, some of which are used in fiction.

The fiction is: this is a once-in-a-decade kind of horror, so bad it produces once-in-a-decade kinds of psychotic killers. A Jeffrey Dahmer, a Green River Killer, an abductor-by-night. This is a construct people are making to explain inexplicable evil. People want to believe that this sort of thing is rare, and sprouts serial killers like rare mushrooms, and that's

Untrue. This shit happens every day.

The fiction is that it is mostly perpetuated by men. Untrue. Child-murder and torture is mostly perpetuated by women. Mothers.

The fiction is that most of these kids survive: Untrue. Infant and toddler death by strangulation, scalding, neglect, battery, suffocation, stabbing, shaking, live burial and exposure is perpetuated overwhelmingly by mothers, and most of these infants die.

The fiction is: that kids who are so used, and survive it somehow, are psychotic. Untrue. Kids are almost inhumanly strong. It takes a good deal more than attempted murder to make a healthy child mind psychotic. If the child had inherited a genetic weakness or schizophrenia, well. But a normal child mind sorts trauma into neurosis and becomes, if anything, an even weaker and more law-abiding member of society, in order to separate from the Murdering Other.

The fiction is: Mother Love. Stay with me. I believe Mother Love is a myth, but that makes me honor good mothers more. There is no magic infusion of chemicals or light from heaven that makes a woman good to her child in the long day; the coroner's rolls are full of tiny names that show that the natal experience turns many women to savagery. There are even laws in the books that exculpate women who kill their infants within 24 hours of birth. So if you are a good mother, it means you have exercized character and will. The Mother Love Myth survives because it is threatening for people to think that love and nurture might be left to human will rather than Natural Law, but it robs you good mothers of a lot of credit. Consider yourself credited.

I am a practicing Catholic, no secret. And Catholics are against abortion. But it is very hard for me, now. The old days are gone, in which the church funded orphanages and schools and colleges for unwanted babies. Now the church says: have that baby! to a woman who resents the baby before it ever takes breath. It is harrassing women bent on aborting, harranguing them into delivery; delivering an innocent into the hands of a person who, is at best, willing to abort because she has no means, options or character. An abortion, and then the Catholic Church walks away, congratulating itself! The rosary-shakers get to feel like martyrs for getting cited by the police, without ever putting thier own asses on the line, the hypocrites. Why don't they offer to adopt these children they "Cherish?" The Roman Church gets to stand by its smug endorsement of the Myth, while no longer putting personel,money or even thought into the question of murdered/abused/unwanted infants.

I may be a very bad Catholic for thinking this, but what is worse? For a child with some brain activity in the womb to be subjected to suction and cutterage, or for that child to be born thinking and seeing, and bond with the creature that covers its face with a pillow (or lets her boyfriend beat it to a lingering death)?

If anyone (the Catholic Church, Islam and others) says no to abortion, they need to put their money where their mouths are.

Feh, sorry, I get all worked up. I started by saying that most kids who are broken-bone abused are not psychotic murderers, etc. Doesn't mean their lives have been a picnic, or that they are totaly un-ranty, when provoked. *g* I can appreciate the idea as a plot driver in a good Angel episode. But sometimes a gal feels driven to share her little corner of the world, in re.

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