Re: Wurtzel editorial on Ritalin

[Guest guest]

Far be it from me to knock Liz Wurt, but,

this girl is something like a professional addict.

I did read some PN, and it's mostly the story of Her. Her pre-

college life, college life (no porno pictures, but there€  '²s some

blow

by blow blow job stuff for you Jim), life as a hard partying (self

mutilating) rock critic. 1 of how many? Isn't that part of the job

description?

The life raft of Prozac.

The anti-climax of the Prozac taking.

End.

I do recall she said she wanted the dust jacket of PN to look like a

Album Cover.

SUCK parodied her once, with a cartoon where she was playing footsie

and trying to entice her mom into sex, the cap being something

like, " But Mom, I€  '²m a memoirist. I need material. "

After thumbing through her book " Bitch, " which is distinguished by a

different digit on the jacket, I slinked away with the feeling that

she was getting desperate for material.

I guess snorting tranks filled that gap.

I wonder if we could assist her by sending some emails her way?

Maybe she's a lurker already. Watch out, here comes a book with the

key posters and addiction fifth column as thinly disguised characters

in Liz€  '² ongoing drama of self and self reportage €  '¥

(cut to scene, (from the book " Not Perfection " )

" I rang the doorbell long, for the fifth time. It was after 3 am. I

would not be stonewalled. I did not know what I was doing. I had

run from my car, barefoot, across the lawn and gravel, in the night

rain. I was standing on the clammy painted cement. I was stoned,

drunk, lit up, detoxing from H, trippin', speeding and coming off a

whippit snarf. The porch light made my skin appear green as I

distractedly twisted my wrist under its glare. My wet tank mini was

soaked and clinging to my body. I felt strangely sick, aroused and

desperate, almost like I was going to vomit and start singing

Merchant songs at the same time. Finally the door opened. There he

was, a pot-bellied psychologist in a tasteless Hawaiian shirt. I was

a wreck, I knew the Dark Side of the Moon alarm clocks of my edgy

life were going to go off at any minute.

" But Stanton, " I said, " I NEED you to tell me Now. I'm in a torrid,

abusive menage a trois with Daley and Sobbell. That kid

who wrote you the letter about being in pot detox and then being a

drug counselor himself and having mental disagreements with AA, and

still being sober for four years, and then he drinks 4 glasses of

wine at a party and He's OK, and doing fine. He says in his letter

to you that you post on your site, that drugs and booze can have a

benefit -- and he's still doing ok after years off the wagon.

Stanton, who is THAT GUY, you mother fucker. Give me his email NOW! "

-GP

> Hello all:

>

> I just got through reading an newspaper op-ed piece by

> Wurtzel, who wrote " Prozac Nation. " (I've heard about this book

> dozens of times but never read it. Probably because none of the

> reviews mentioned pornographic illustrations.)

>

> Anyway, Wurtzel discloses that she has been recovering from a very

> serious Ritalin addiction for the past 2 years. She had an Rx for

the

> stuff to use in conjunction with antidepressants. She went from

> swallowing pills at prescribed doses to chopping them up and

snorting

> them like crank -- forty 10 mg pills a day. Even worse, it

> precipitated some pretty unhealthy and bizarre behavior, including

> self-mutilation.

>

> I think it took a lot of guts for her to write this, especially

since

> she says she spends " an uncomfortable number of hours each week in

12-

> Step meetings. " She didn't slam NA in the editorial -- it was more

> about the risks of Ritalin.

>

> It must be tough to be a nationally recognized author in a 12-Step

> group, given that Steppers are so anti-intellectual. Writing books

> where you express personal opinions (other than recycled recovery

> tripe) would certainly expose you to charges of egotism

and " stinkin'

> thinkin'. "