I got some gripes, some peeves, I'm peevish, some complaints that I'm going to voice to you now.

A spleen will be vented, a soapbox dragged into the park so that I might preach.

My microphone is a bullhorn down with the things

I will mention. I feel like an AM talk radio host. I feel like this is conflict-based

AM talk radio. It's not. It's depression mode. I'm John Moe. I'm glad you're here.

Okay, some of my gripes, Joan Cusack, Joan Cusack, should get a lot more and better parts in movies.

The band Pernice Brothers should be ten times more popular than they are.

And I'm not going to go into detail on those gripes.

My gripe today has to do with therapy,

has to do with examining one's past through therapy, your childhood, what happened to you in that childhood. The complaint made by knuckleheads is that such a process is tantamount

to living in the past, that you need to let all of that stuff go, that

it's about blaming people, that one should simply get over it. Now, there are three reasons

why this line of thinking bothers me, and I will list them. You may take notes if you wish.

First of all, this perspective is often argued dismissively, contemptuously, as if the people

trying to figure out their lives are not smart, that they're not self-reliant, that they're

weak, that they just haven't thought of the thing that one is suggesting.

And that's a disingenuous way to make your point. And it's rude.

And stop it. Second reason, this line of reasoning irks me so much, it traffics in denial. One cannot

disregard the way one's mind was built. Yes, we were all blobby little babies at one point, but then people taught us things,

taught us how to have relationships, how to handle situations, how to conduct oneself in the world.

In some cases, who are the good people and who are the bad people? Those things were modeled for us,

they were drilled into our heads in childhood,

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