The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, and Why It’s Important

For the last 2 or 3 days, the internet has been inundated with videos of celebrities, YouTubers, bloggers, and even just regular Joes doing this challenge. And it’s been quite amusing to watch some of these, especially the people who put some thought into it and made it funny or interesting. Benedict Cumberbatch was especially memorable, getting dunked not one, but SIX times, including once in the shower. Meow.

But the internet can’t seem to let anyone have a good time for long, someone was bound to start an anti-ice bucket challenge rage. And sure enough, these started popping up all over the place:

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Besides the fact that they pull all the fun out of something amusing that also just happens to have a good cause, it’s also a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. The people posting these aren’t third world people, they’re people like us, with all the luxuries we have. If you’ve ever stayed in the shower for 5 minutes longer than it took you to wash yourself, then you just “wasted” more water than Benedict did in his whole video. So get a little perspective, hunh?

The Ice Bucket Challenge IS important, because for all the people who do it only for the gag of getting doused in freezing water, there are those who are really doing it for the cause. Benedict talked about ALS and had a sign with the info you need to donate money. Lady Gaga said nothing, but donated 10,000 of her own dollars to the cause (and her video is the shit, too). Even the ones who say nothing of ALS are still spreading the awareness. It’s not a very well known disease, and, like other rare illnesses, cures are long in coming because there’s not enough money to be made if only 30,000 people in the world are sick with it. So really, anything that can be done to get things rolling in finding a cure is good.

I had a more visceral reaction to that photo than most people, I guess, because I know what it’s like to have a disease that gets no funding for research. I’d dump a million buckets of ice on my head if it meant finding a cure. Seven years ago I got diagnosed with Lupus. Not much is known about it, why it happens, where it comes from, even exactly how it will evolve (devolve?). It’s an auto-immune disease, like Crohn’s or AIDS (though Lupus isn’t transmittable), that seems to attack almost whatever it feels like. The full name is Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, short-formed to SLE. The most common form (discoid) is the one that attacks the skin, causing painful (and yes, ugly) red rashes on the skin, usually the face, neck and/or back. At the moment my rashes seem to be mostly controlled, but every so often I still flare up. Next is musculoskeletal SLE, which I also get, which is inflammation of the joints causing pain, which is sometimes so bad I can’t walk on my own. On top of the physical distress, patients with SLE also often battle depression (a disturbing 60% of patients), chronic fatigue, insomnia (which pairs awesomely with the fatigue, let me tell you), anxiety, confusion (also called “brain-fog”), photosensitivity, and even psychosis. And that doesn’t count the side effects from all the medication you have to take to try control it.

Thankfully, “all” I have for moment is all that (minus the psychosis, I think :-p), and if I’m “lucky” it’ll plateau here. But SLE can be fatal. If it decides to attack my heart, I could be in for a short ride. I still haven’t decided which straw is shorter, quick death, or life with very limited ability. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

So that’s why I think raising awareness in any form, even in a silly challenge, is good. A lot of people who didn’t previously know what ALS is now know. And the campaign has raised a ton of money, over 53 million last time I checked. That’s amazing. More than amazing. Hopefully that money will help find a cure, or at least something to help improve quality of life. I know what it’s like to live in fear of what your body is going to do. No, my physical body will never get as bad as ALS sufferers. I can move and, no matter how much it hurts, I can walk. But really, we’re not going to start the “who’s suffering more?” game. Nobody wins. Any disease that takes away a person’s ability to do things on his or her own is going to be that much harder on the psyche.

 

This video is from a young man named Anthony Carbajal. It will change the way you see the Ice Bucket Challenge. It starts as a funny and silly video, but things quickly get heartbreaking. I was literally in tears at the end, because so much of what he feels, I feel. And he’s so very brave to face the camera as he’s talking about it. I’d originally planned to make a video about this, but no, I’m not brave enough to risk crying on camera. My hat’s off to you, Anthony. And my deepest sympathies.

So thanks everyone for taking the time to read this. If you haven’t already, go on over to the ALS Association website and give a little something if you can. You can donate any amount starting from $5 (on credit card, checking account or PayPal), and if that’s all you can afford, that’s fine. Every little bit helps.

Your regular, light-hearted programming will resume normally tomorrow. Stay tuned!! 🙂

M.

On Vacation

Hi guys!!

Sorry I haven’t been around for a while, I’ve been on vacation at my mom’s, and I didn’t bring my laptop and notebook, hence no new posts. I’m heading back home tomorrow, though, so I’ll hopefully have a new post for you all in a day or two.

As usual, thanks for reading, and see you soon!! 🙂

M.

By VampirePlacebo Posted in Life

Distracted, Who Me?

I’ve been neglecting you guys, I know, I’m sorry. I’ve gotten that itch that hits me every so often, to play World of Warcraft. So that’s what I’ve been doing, instead of entertaining you guys. I’m on my way to bed soon for the moment, but I’ll try put WoW on hold long enough tomorrow to post something. I still have lots of ideas, just… World of Warcrack… yeah…

M.

Explaining Goth

Think of goth. Think hard. What’s the first thing to come to mind? Is it this?

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This is the first thing that came up on Google search. Maybe a bit much? How about this?

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Hmm. This was the second picture Google had for me. Ok, what about this?

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Ok, I’m seeing a pattern here. Let me explain something. This is not goth. Ok, it kinda is. Let me reiterate. This is not all goth is. Yes, some people dress like this, but (mostly) not on a daily basis. The boys and girls in these pictures aren’t going out for coffee. The first one at the top seems to be a shot taken in a nightclub, the other two are photo shoots.

I am goth. I guess I always have been. Although my clothes, even in my extreme days, weren’t as “bad” as those in the third picture. Yes, I wore leather and pvc and fishnets and dark eye makeup, but I never liked the black lipstick, and I dunno, maybe it’s me, but I like wearing pants. Or at least a skirt. Let me show you a little something.

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This is what a real goth party looks like. That’s me in the front with the glasses (hi!) and the cutie in the fishnet behind me (yelling like a banshee, hehe) is my dear husband. And while I’ll admit we’re not the most colourful bunch, it’s a far cry from what’s in the top pictures. “But ok, Mel,” you say, “but what about at a nightclub. like the first guy? Surely that’s how it is?”

Sure. There are a few. But the key word is few. But mostly?

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No. That’s me (hi again!) and two of my friends on my 25th birthday. Ah, good times… And look! What’s that?? Is that…..

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tan??? You mean, goths don’t hide from the sun?? No, we certainly don’t! (Well, I do, now, but that’s due to illness, and is a whole other story…) And notice something else? We’re all smiling. That’s right, smiling. We’re having fun. We do know what it is.

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve had to “explain goth” to people. “Well, there must be something wrong with you!” Oh yes, I’ve actually been told that. “I just thought you were smarter than that.” This gem from my father, after seeing some pictures of me and my friends at a club. I wanted to murder him. He’s grown since then, thankfully. Goths weren’t big in my high school, I think I was actually the closest thing to a real goth it had, and at that point it was mostly in my movie and book and music choices more than clothes (my mom wouldn’t buy me goth stuff. My little sister’s a lucky bitch, she inherited all my goth clothes now that I’m too fat for them, having a baby and getting sick will do that to a girl. So she gets to have everything I didn’t in school. Bitter, who me? Anyways…)

So, you know what I learned while hanging out with others “just like me” after school? While there are exceptions, most of them really were just like me. Kids who happen to like a certain type of music, a certain type a dress, a certain life-style. Now, most goths are promiscuous, that’s a fact. A lot of them are drama queens. But death-obsessed, depressed, sado-macho sad sacks who cut themselves while smoking cloves, writing bad poetry and crying? There may be some, but on the whole? No. None of my friends are like that. And I’m certainly not like that.

You know what else we aren’t? Violent. You want to know the number of times I saw a fight break out in a goth club? (And I used to go out a lot.) Zero, that’s how many times. We had a bouncer, but he spent most of his nights propped up by the bar, because there was nothing for him to do. No, that’s a lie. I remember he had to calm some guy getting rowdy once, but you know what? He was a “normal” (as my friends and I jokingly called non-goths) trying to stir shit up. He got shown the door quickly. Men will also not grope random women on the dance floor (or anywhere for that matter), without being invited first. I have a few friends who are “normals”, I’ve been to a “normal” club. Almost every time I went, I saw at least one fight, and had to physically move guys hands off me, more than once. Where this sense of entitlement these jerks have comes from, I have no idea.

I like industrial music, but I also like other stuff too: rock, alternative, electro, hell, even a few pop songs. I’m a horror movie fan, but I also love chick flicks and cartoons (which is good, since I have a 3 year old. No, 4! It was his birthday yesterday, happy birthday, AngelFace!). I also read horror books, but I like thrillers and mysteries and fantasy as well. I’m also, like a lot of goths, a geek. Star Trek, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Buffy, Angel, Dexter… those are my shows. Some may be “snobbish” (as I like to say) about the stuff they like, but in general we like what we like, no matter the genre.

And really, in the end, am I so wrong for thinking that this:

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..is hotter than this..?

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Yeee. If I am, then I don’t want to be right.

M.

p.s. Shout-out to ellemorrigan for inspiring this post! 🙂

Happy New Year!

Sorry for the laze-about, but, you know, holidays. Erk. Zoom here, zoom there, and for someone like me, zooming ain’t easy. So I’ve been much too busy and tired to blog. But I still have plenty of ideas, so just hang in there, faithful readers (you guys are 12 now! Hello happy growing pile-o-readers! 😀 ), and I’ll be back once everything calms down again, hehe. Until then, I wish everyone a (belated) happy christmas, and a (also belated) happy new year!! *muah*

M.

Hospitals suck…

Hi guys. Sorry I’ve been away for a few days. I’ve just had the worst week, and spent some time in the hospital. I was able to come home yesterday evening, finally, and even though I’m still pretty weak, I’ll try churn out a post sometime in the near future. If not today, then most likely tomorrow. Laters!

M.

Testing, testing, one two…

Alright, so this is basically just a test to see how this sucker works. I’ve been meaning to start a blog for a good while now, so I finally got off my ass (figuratively, of course) and decided to start. I’ve got a few topic ideas brewing in the old brain, so as soon as I figure out the ins and outs of this site, I’ll start blogging away. See you later!

M.