What’s up with grief, anyway?

What, are you crying? You don’t cry, all right? You keep your chin up. Come on, keep your chin up. Crying never helped anybody do anything, okay? You have a problem, you face it like a man.

…Hey, hey, I’m sorry, okay?  Twenty-six years buried in the deepest darkest jungle, and I still became my father.

I grew up on Robin Williams. Mrs. Doubtfire and Jumanji and Flubber! were my favorite non-animated movies. Aladdin was only second to the Little Mermaid (she has red hair AND lives in the ocean! That bitch had everything). His characters always motivated me to be a better version of myself, but never to compromise who I was, because nothing was worth the price of losing your sense of self.

What’s up with stigma, anyways?

A few years ago I saw a comedian who was doing a bit about people with glasses.

Why is it that it’s OK to ask people with glasses to try their glasses on? They always have the same reaction – “wow! You are SO BLIND!”

You wouldn’t ask a person in a wheelchair to try their wheelchair on for size. “Wow! You really can’t walk!”