If it's in the paper it's got to be true, right...?

Wrong.

A study led by assistant professor of sociology Hui Liu of the Michigan State University says that the younger married couples divorce, the more likely it is they will suffer stress-related adverse health effects (so far, so unsurprising).

Now you would have thought it would be nigh on impossible to misreport or misrepresent that, but you'd be wrong, because you probably don't read much Australian lame-stream media.

Some twonk called Luke Malone, who writes some risibly feminist-lite tosh for the Australian Fairfax group, managed to turn a perfectly mundane psycho-sociological study (even if its conclusions are contested) into this:

"Divorce more deadly for young women"

What?

So younger men involved in divorce don't suffer stress? They do but it doesn't count?

There was absolutely no mention of gender in the original press release for the study at all. None. So where does this Luke idiot get the idea that men don't suffer, or if they do it don't matter?

Is it any wonder with tripe like this, written by a bloke ffs, that some of us blokes just want to stab ourselves in the leg with a fork while yelling "bugbloodyfuckballs" at the wall?

Luke, me old mucker, you clueless twat, do the rest of us a favour will you? The next time you think you want to "contribute" something to the mess that is relationships between men and women, have a nice cup of tea instead.

Pits, The

Definition:

1. Hard stony surprise in the middle of something juicy and sweet
2. Bumping along the bottom of the barrel
3. Combination of 1 + 2 which is roughly about where I am now.

I think the only thing that keeps me slightly on my guard is the continuing realisation that no matter how far sunk in shit I am, and no matter how convinced I am that this (where I am at any given point) is REALLY as bad as it gets, it can and does get worse.

Today I cried even more than I have done this week, which is more than I did the previous month, which was more than I did the 6 months before that, which was more than I did the 10 years before that.

I was so off my trolley I thumped a wall and smashed a keyboard to tiny bits and the only lasting effect is two sore hands.

I really am a total cunt some days.

A foot in the door

So several millenia after blogdom was created, read, commented on and dismissed in favour of Facebook, Twitter and whatever else is just around the corner, here I (finally) am.

Too late to the party? Well, let's see.