Random Thoughts

[Fake Messiah]

Colin is one dyed guy.

[Rev. Rye]

As disappointing as it is that neither Tar, The Batman, nor Triangle of Sadness earned a single Oscar (and somehow The Northman and The Menu weren’t even nominated), it’s still a huge step forward that the Academy’s honored its first Best Picture Winner to ever include a scene like this:

[Angrboda]

The 1920s, the frothy decade following World War I, have been called the era of Wonderful Nonsense. Weary of war and politics, connected by radio and wire, and with more money on their hands than ever before, Americans threw themselves into fads and crazes.

There was the mahjong craze. There was the Charleston dance craze. There was the flagpole-sitting craze.

And then there was Émile Coué, the so-called Miracle Man from Nancy, France, whose “autosuggestion” craze was briefly the biggest thing in America.

For a period in the early 20s, millions of Americans grabbed their string of rosary-like “Coué beads” every day, stood in front of the mirror and repeated the French apothecary’s phrase of self-affirmation: “Day by day in every way, I am getting better and better.”

“In the early months of 1923,” wrote Frederick Allen in “Only Yesterday,” a 1931 history of the 20s, “the little dried-up Frenchman from Nancy was suddenly the most-talked-of person in the country.”

It was an unlikely turn for a man in his mid-60s operating a clinic in a northeastern French city with a population — then and now — of just over 100,000. Coué had embraced the so-called Nancy School of Therapeutics, whose practitioners employed hypnotism in treating physical and mental maladies.

Coué’s enthusiasm for mesmerism waned when he found he was able to induce hypnosis in only a small number of his patients. Instead, he decided to cure his patients by inducing them to hypnotize themselves. Combining a druggist’s familiarity with placebos, a rudimentary understanding of psychology, a set of autosuggestive exercises from an American correspondence school and a bit of Catholic ritual — rosaries — Coué hit upon his own simple routine for improved mental and physical health.

“Every morning before getting up and every evening as soon as you are in bed,” he instructed in his 1922 bestseller “Self Mastery Through Conscious Autosuggestion,” “shut your eyes and repeat twenty times in succession, [while] counting mechanically on a long string with twenty knots, the following phrase, ‘Day by day, in every way, I am getting better and better.’”

He called it Self-Induced Conscious Autosuggestion. By the end of the 1910s, a kind of cult had developed around him.

America was obsessed with this self-help craze 100 years ago

[Jackalope]

Some people think "a rising tide lifts all boats" is an apt analogy, and I suppose it is when you consider who owns all the the boats (or more directly, who doesn't).

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

I hate painting. I hate it so very, very much.

Boru

[arewethereyet]

I hate painting. I hate it so very, very much.

Boru

I have that worked out.  My husband has never thought I do a good enough job.  Therefore, even if I start, he takes over.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

I hate painting. I hate it so very, very much.

Boru

I have that worked out.  My husband has never thought I do a good enough job.  Therefore, even if I start, he takes over.

If I didn’t fear her reaction, I’d just go all Jackson Pollock on those rooms and call it a day.

Boru

[Angrboda]

I don't paint. I don't want to end up as someone who starts a world war.

[Angrboda]

Some clever admin needs to change that message to, "You've reached the limits of our patience. Please try again later after we've had a chance to cool off."

[arewethereyet]

I think each member of staff should get one free ban.