ht_murray | End Panic Attack, Teeny Apology, and a thought on 4.13...

Looks like the issue I was having earlier was an LJ issue, and not me... Hallelujah, cuz man, I'd done everything but buy a new computer, and I can't afford a new computer. *quivers through aftereffects of withdrawal* Ahhh, this is much better.

So, now I'm way behind on commenting as y'all commented on my last couple of posts, and I was saving those to answer tonight, and y'all been posting today, and I haven't been able to get to you.... *glomps* Okay, so I suck. I get it. I shall fix that. Promise.

And I said I wasn't gonna do episode reactions anymore, because I hate having my squee harshed by reading them, and I don't want to accidentally harsh anyone else's, but I do have one thought about the episode that's kinda bugging me. And no, it's not negative about either boy. It's more about... well, the way something was addressed. Can't say more out here...

So, the thing that the blonde chick said to Dean after he came out of the closet with the other chic. (I'm terrible with names... Angela? Amanda? Had to be Amanda, cuz Angela would just be too funny considering...) Anyway, um, she was pissed. I got that. And he was a horn dog. I got that. (Although, you and I understand he probably did that to avoid getting too attached to blonde chick.)

So, yeah, he totally deserved to get reamed out in front of the whole school.

But here's the thing... She didn't call him a horn dog, or a whoring man-slut, she called him a scared, lonely little boy. Um, yeah, that's the truth, but did that REALLY have to be the statement she used to turn the entire school against him? Is it really cool to ostracize someone for being damaged?

Personally, I'd have kicked him in the plums, grabbed him by the ear and dragged him off somewhere to make it up to me, but then I lurves him, LOL.

It's just, he tries to hide that stuff, so he already thinks it's something to be ashamed of (not a lot of actual coping going on there), and way to just pour salt in it, ya know? Who needs Hell when you can walk around with festering wounds every day of your life?