Tonight's Advice Goddess Radio Moved To Monday Night (I Hear There's Something Called "The Super Bowl"...)
I laughed when a friend asked me if I could get him tickets to the Super Bowl. I guess, because I live somewhere near Hollywood, he assumes I'm plugged in. Of course, on a Hollywood plugged-in scale, I think I fall somewhere just below the new substitute night janitor at William Morris.
Also, I told him that I had no idea when the Super Bowl was, or who was playing. I've heard mention of it recently (still no idea who's playing), but it occurred to me that I might have a smaller-than-usual group of listeners tonight for Advice Goddess Radio...
So...you can hear my show with the terrific Dr. Robin Stern, on gaslighting, at a special time -- Monday night, 7-8pm Pacific, 10-11pm Eastern.
Stern is the author of a book that's helped many, many of my readers stop being victimized by partners, bosses, and others in their lives through repeated emotional abuse that makes them doubt themselves and what they know to be real, true, and right. I write about it here:
What your boyfriend's doing to you is "gaslighting," which, unfortunately, only sounds like lighting farts on fire. It's actually insidious emotional abuse that gets its name from the 1944 Ingrid Bergman movie, Gaslight, about an heiress whose husband makes small changes around their home (like making their gas-powered lights flicker), then denies anything's different, making her believe her sanity's gone off its hinges.In a relationship, writes Dr. Robin Stern in The Gaslight Effect, you're being gaslighted when somebody relentlessly pressures you to believe the unbelievable and do what you know you shouldn't. Stern explains that the gaslighter "needs to be right in order to preserve his own sense of self and his sense of having power in the world," while the gaslightee allows him to bully away her sense of reality and self because she fears losing his love and approval. Of course, in your case, it could have something to do with not wanting to think you've wasted five years with "a selfish, manipulative ass." (Fart-play suddenly sounding inviting?)
Dr. Robin Stern show link here:
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/amyalkon/2012/02/07/advice-goddess-radio-amy-alkon
I read Stern's book and look forward to the interview.
Lori at February 5, 2012 10:11 AM
BTW, I don't know who's playing either. I know there's more to football than committee meetings to decide whether to pass, run or punt, but that's all I ever got out of it.
Lori at February 5, 2012 10:12 AM
I was going to go but the hot dog man turned me in to the TSA for buying ten tons of sauerkraut to build a nuclear weapon.
Curse you TSA and your league of highly-trained fast food vendors!
Gog_Magog_Carpet_Reclaimers at February 5, 2012 10:36 AM
Just so you know it's the New England Patriots vs. New York Giants. I wonder how many New Yorkers and Bostoners are flipping out with boredom in Indianapolis? ;-)
Jim P. at February 5, 2012 11:22 AM
According to a poll on CBS's Sunday Morning show, 28% of men said they were not going to watch the Super Bowl. I was surprised the percentage was that high. And interestingly, the percentage of women wasn't any higher, although it's possible a lot of women will be watching it just because their husbands and boyfriends will be.
One of my friends has hosted a Super Bowl party since the late 80s. Most of the guys and some of the women who go are really into the game, or a particular team, but the rest of us just go to drink, eat (the friend who hosts always makes a couple of great soups) and chat. A few years I've skipped the party and gone skiing. It's great because the slopes aren't crowded as they would usually be on a Sunday.
Another statistic I heard this morning that surprised me: Indianapolis has the eighth largest population in the U.S. According to the 2010 census, it ranks 12th in population, but I wouldn't have guessed it was even in the top 20.
JD at February 5, 2012 11:27 AM
Gaslighting:
PETRUCHIO.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
KATHARINA.
The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.
PETRUCHIO.
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
KATHARINA.
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
PETRUCHIO.
Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or e'er I journey to your father's house.-
Go one, and fetch our horses back again.-
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! 4/5/10
HORTENSIO [aside to KATHARINA].
Say as he says, or we shall never go.
KATHARINA.
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
An if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
PETRUCHIO.
I say it is the moon.
KATHARINA.
I know it is the moon.
PETRUCHIO.
Nay, then, you lie: it is the blessed sun.
NicoleK at February 5, 2012 11:58 AM
I think some lady called Madonna or something came out and sang some songs during intermission. And Clint Eastwood made a really raspy-voiced patriotic commercial extolling the virtues of the American People in general and Detroit, as expressed by Chrysler Motors, in particular.
Best moment: Ahmad Bradshaw trying not to score a touchdown (in order to take more time off the clock), but his momentum causing him to fall on his bottom in the end zone!
Old RPM Daddy at February 6, 2012 4:19 AM
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