One Pill Makes You Larger
One problem with being on the far fringes of the New York editorial world -- in my case, that's several rungs below the server of shrimp canopies at Stephen Brill's last co-op board meeting -- with your nose pressed against the glass, is that there is no pharmaceutical remedy for self-hatred. (Well, of course there is, but who among us could afford it?) C'mon! Who needs it anyway? The real remedy is what it always has been: poking fun at those shaky Chihuahuas who cling to tenuous positions of power. Tina Brown's latest column made my gloomy Memorial Day weekend with its visions of post-911 angst among New York elite. Highlights follow.
Regarding one "power chick" at a NY law firm: “'I was coping horribly,' she told me. 'I’d never sat in meetings before where I felt irrelevant. I have high-maintenance issues, yes, but I was never not relevant. Then I got a prescription for Meridia for weight loss and immediately everything felt great! Now I go to meetings and smile all the time.'”
On fear of flying: "Before she discovered Zoloft, a mother at my daughter’s school had a panic attack at JFK airport just as she and her kids were about to board a plane to Florida for spring break. She called her husband and made him leave the office immediately to do the two-day drive with her from New York to South Beach. On his return he was fired. So it’s just as well he was already on Paxil."
On medicated power couples: "One of my former magazine colleagues, who is on Zoloft to diminish her sense of panic, is married to a man who takes Wellbutrin to dampen his inner rage. For a union of rage and panic they looked preternaturally serene the last time we met."
Wasn't it Bob Dylan who said, "When you ain't got nothing, you've got nothing to lose."?
One problem with being on the far fringes of the New York editorial world -- in my case, that's several rungs below the server of shrimp canopies at Stephen Brill's last co-op board meeting -- with your nose pressed against the glass, is that there is no pharmaceutical remedy for self-hatred. (Well, of course there is, but who among us could afford it?) C'mon! Who needs it anyway? The real remedy is what it always has been: poking fun at those shaky Chihuahuas who cling to tenuous positions of power. Tina Brown's latest column made my gloomy Memorial Day weekend with its visions of post-911 angst among New York elite. Highlights follow.
Regarding one "power chick" at a NY law firm: “'I was coping horribly,' she told me. 'I’d never sat in meetings before where I felt irrelevant. I have high-maintenance issues, yes, but I was never not relevant. Then I got a prescription for Meridia for weight loss and immediately everything felt great! Now I go to meetings and smile all the time.'”
On fear of flying: "Before she discovered Zoloft, a mother at my daughter’s school had a panic attack at JFK airport just as she and her kids were about to board a plane to Florida for spring break. She called her husband and made him leave the office immediately to do the two-day drive with her from New York to South Beach. On his return he was fired. So it’s just as well he was already on Paxil."
On medicated power couples: "One of my former magazine colleagues, who is on Zoloft to diminish her sense of panic, is married to a man who takes Wellbutrin to dampen his inner rage. For a union of rage and panic they looked preternaturally serene the last time we met."
Wasn't it Bob Dylan who said, "When you ain't got nothing, you've got nothing to lose."?
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