Inclusionary Olympics

This is what I sent to the International Olympic Committee tonight:

So, in the sprit of the Olympics, I am suggesting that we consider an inclusionary Olympics:  Why have a “regular” Olympics and a “Para-Olympics.”  And now facing the controversy of “transgender Olympians,” why not figure out a way to:  do “Parallel Olympics.”   Do not hold them sequentially, but inclusively.   Hold the various categories and name the winners of these “categories” and then if THEY choose, let them compete against each other.  Including if male and female Olympians want to challenge each other.

 

In the name of world peace, survival of the Earth and Human Rights, you configure this out.  You are smart, and, hopefully would not be on the Olympic International Committee if you were dedicated to the Principles the Olympics stand for!

PTSD, Hollywood, and the TV show "Combat"

Okay, so one of my anomalies is that I am interested in TV war shows, war movies and books about the history of war, or, as in The Red Badge of Courage about the character development than can occur in any catastrophic situation.   For someone who does not think killing is an option to solving problems, this is a major contradiction. But not really because catastrophe does sometime develop character.  War depicts the worst of mankind, but also, sometimes, the best.  

I have found a Saturday night lineup, on a TV channel called Heroes and Icons, of TV shows from World War II, and Vietnam.  One of my favorites is Combat!, and I cannot say why, except that we watched this TV show as a family when I was a child, and it evokes memories of being in the living room with my family, enjoying the family time.  Good memories.

Some of the episodes of Combat touch on the issue of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, although that was not an official psychiatric diagnosis until the 1980s. The article noted indicates that mankind has no doubt suffered from PTSD from since the beginning of time... It has been known or at least referred to by many other terms, including, but not inclusive, shell shock, hysteria, traumatic neurosis, nervous breakdown, battle fatigue. Infamously, among other things, General Patton, in World War II, is know for two incidents of slapping soldiers, who were suffering from PTSD, but he accused them of malingering.  

Literature, drama, movies and TV have long addressed PTSD. A movie that comes to mind is Captain Newman, MD, based on a book by the same name, written by Leo Rosten. The Wikipedia article referenced above (PTSD) even refers to a reference in the Bible.

The point being, that what has been known anecdotally for perhaps thousands of years, has become codified by science and medicine. Personally, I think there is much in folklore and indigenous history, including oral history and pictorial history that science can learn from.  And, our authors, storytellers, and native "medicine men, shaman, seers, conjurers" and others who demonstrate a keen awareness of human nature, have much to offer science about human nature, and human history.   I just think we have to keep an open mind to all the possibilities. 

The Protest Psychosis: How Schizophrenia Became a Black Disease by Jonathan M. Metzl.

This is probably more academic than useful to someone as a practitioner, but I feel the need to share it, and I am not sure with whom. I think if some of administrators, who know nothing about mental health care would read this, it might help them to understand what is needed in mental health care in prisons, but of course, that is like wishing for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. 

I recently read The Protest Psychosis: How Schizophrenia Became a Black Disease   by Jonathan M. Metzl. The Protest Psychosis I am not sure how much I agree with a lot of his premises, especially evaluating the use of schizophrenia and schizophrenic in the media, including popular, but not scientific, media but there were some interesting ideas and information advanced in the book.  Most of it was based on information from the Ionia State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, in Ionia, Michigan

One of the saddest was in Part V, about Rasheed Karim, in 1967.  His story is not too dissimilar to many we hear today.   He was committed to the Ionia State Hospital, because he was attacked, and in defending himself, assaulted police.  But this part of the book is not just about his ongoing attempts to be released from Ionia State Hospital.  It also refers to the 1963 Mental Retardation Facilities and Community Mental Health Centers Construction Act.  I think you might recall the de-institutionalization of mental health patients, with the promise of community support programs that did not materialize.   This was supposed to be “cost saving” but I suspect it cost more than keeping people in institutions, as expensive as that was, because in the community, everyone HAD to have individualized care plans, and individual care providers. 

This section of the book goes on to describe how the Ionia State Hospital became the Riverside Correctional Facility, and the warehousing of the mentally ill who would have previously been in a “state hospital.”   Skyview, in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice system, was originally on the grounds of the Rusk State Hospital, and sadly, became a TDCJ treatment facility.  Hopefully, treatment before the Ruiz judgement was not just warehousing.  The Montford Unit, in Lubbock, Texas,  is in existence because of the Ruiz judgement.  But  the letter of the law of the Ruiz judgement does not reflect the spirit of the law  in terms of what is provided for treatment today.   

 

 

 

Happy Easter and God Bless!

 

When we were children, there was a lady in Millers Falls, who made elaborately designed Easter eggs, and possibly, decorated eggs for other occasions.  I don’t know if she was Polish, Russian, or Ukrainian.  Her eggs were beautiful and sometimes, magical in design.  We are hearing, now, about the increased significance of the decorated Ukrainian Easter eggs.  I am not sure when, where or how this Tradition began.  I sent an Easter ecard referencing the Romanov decorated eggs, a Russian tradition that may or may not be related to the Ukrainian tradition of decorated eggs. The point is, the Russians, the Poles, and the Ukrainians have so many shared traditions. It is so sad that peoples with shared traditions can go to war against each other. It is also a blessing that the Polish people and other Eastern European peoples have opened their hearts and their homes to the Ukrainian refugees.

Easter is a time of renewal and rebirth.  It is my prayer that there is some opportunity peace, renewal, and rebirth for the Ukrainian nation.

It is also my prayer that your personal trials find peace, renewal, and rebirth.

God bless and Happy Easter.

 

 

 

A Trip to the Library

When I was young, I used to love to go to the library.  Of course, we lived within walking distance and the librarians all knew me.  in the summer time, I even went to the library barefoot, although that was probably a social "no-no."

For a large part of my adult life, I have made a weekly trip to the library, as much to browse as to select books to read. Sometimes, the libraries in my community have presentations, and even it they did not sound like something I was interested in, I attended, to support the library, and I would say 95% of the time I enjoyed the presentation.  

There have been times when I have not accessed the library. The reasons don't matter. Except I wiil say most recently, I had purchased some books, and wanted to finish them before I checked books out from the library. This past week, when I went to the library, I took my time to browse around, check the card catalogues (on computer) and look at the displays.   In the past several years, I have not taken the opportunity to do so on every weekly trip to the library.   More often than not, i went to the library with a book or books in mind, found them, checked them out and left.  It was like reconnecting with an old friend, to just enjoy spending time browsing in the library.  

Retirement? And then, un-retirement

 I kind of get it.  I mean, Tom Brady announced his retirement several weeks ago, and this past weekend, announced his "unretirement."  He is not the first sports star to do so.  And, I sort of get it.  My father retired, but worked as a consultant to the extent he was working more than less.  He returned to work for a while, but later, retired.  He was devoted to his work his adult life, and although he loved his family, his identity was also bound up in his work at the papermill where he worked.

There are many athletes who have retired and returned to playing sports:  Michael Jordan, Tony Conigliaro, Yogi Berra, Jim Bouton, Satchel Page, Bob Cousey, Joe Louis, Floyd Mayweather, Mohammed Ali, George Foreman, Sugar Ray Leonard, Gordie Howe, Michael Phelps, Rob Gronkowski. Some after a brief retirement for healing, others with even briefer retirements, and some with several years of retirement.   I think Michael Phelps was articulate about the fact that his life was still defined by his sport, and he still needed the competition to define himself.   

I am not sure why, after just a few weeks, Tom Brady decided to return to actively playing NFL football.  But I get it.   After 45 years of social work practice, the last 26 and half at the same job, I retired.  It took me from June, when I decided it was time to retire, until December, to actually reconcile myself to the fact that I was retiring, although, because of health issues, I could not execute my work at the level I had in the past.  Even then. I was not eager for the final day of work until about the week before it occurred.  By then, I was relieved as well as still having a heavy heart at leaving my patients, my colleagues, my responsibilities, and my professional identify.   

When asked, I reported my retirement plan as sleeping for 2 weeks, which, literally I did. And then some. And there came the day that I thought my strength and stamina had returned.  And I thought,  "Why am I retiring? Why am I not working?  I can still do this."  And, of course, the next day, I needed to sleep most of the day.  

The point is, when I found myself having second thoughts about retiring, there was a mixture of thoughts and feelings to deal with: "I miss my co-workers. I miss the satisfaction of helping patients.  I was good at what I did.  I appreciated the recognition for what I did.  It was an ego boost.  I could not keep up.  I could not work up to my potential. I was disappointed in my failure to perform up to my own expectations.  It was not fair to my boss, coworkers, and patients who had a right to depend upon me. My performance was unprofessional, and even, perhaps, unethical.  I did the best I could.  The expectations from the administration were so overwhelming as to make the job impossible in some ways. It was time to get out of that depressing environment. It was heartbreaking to see a once premiere program ground down to almost nothing, no matter how hard the staff tried. It was not our fault; there was not enough staff to provide the high quality programming we could have been doing. It was time.  I made the right decision.  Who am I kidding?  Myself most of all."

My internal dialogue reflects what I thought and felt, not anyone else.  But I get the decision to change plans. 

Cats and Chaos, War and Children

 I had three cats,  Sake, Haiku, and Taki.  I can't say that they were friends, the best I can say is that they tolerated each other.  They could not all 3 sit on the sofa at the same time; two at most, and at best.  The one place all 3 could share, besides the kitchen at meal time,  with separate dishes, was the bed.  They could not sit together, but they could share the bed.

And, they shared something else.  I don't know if they learned this from each other, or it is just something they had in common, but they would become anxious when I stripped the bed to wash the linens, and did not make the bed quickly enough to suit them.  They did not like to sit on the mattress. I think that was a hold over from when I had a waterbed.  But when I stripped the bed, I would make the comforter available to them, on the mattress, or elsewhere in the bedroom. And sometimes, when I did start to make the bed, they liked to play with the linens and hide under the sheets and comforter.  For a short while.

The only cat left is Taki. She is learning disabled, but functional for the most part.  She forgets how to pull a door open some days, but never forgets how to push a door open. She forgets that playing with claws extended, and biting are not allowed, or just cannot control her impulses. She also is not much of a snuggler, but will sit adjacent, and even likes to hold my hand in her front paws!  She likes to eat where I eat:  in the kitchen when I am in the dining area, in the computer room, when I am there.   If her dishes start in one area, and we move to another, she seems to forget where her dishes are.  But she knows the words "kitchen, breakfast and dinner."  She has not learned the word "commercial" but she knows that when there is a  break in the action, or a change in tempo, I will get up and try to tend to her requests (if I can figure them out)

So, all the to say I washed linens today, which set Taki off a bit, because that is usually a Sunday chore.  I was slow at getting the laundry dried and remaking the bed.  Meanwhile, Taki took up residence on the comforter that was piled at the end of the bed.  She was not resting peacefully, but keeping a careful watch on the bed. And that is when it struck me:  This is a common weekly occurrence in our house, which is calm and quiet for the most part, (except during sporting events.) History in her life indicates the bed will be made and we will have a bed again!  Although I can try to explain this to her, and I do, her vocabulary is not as good as Sake:s and Haiku's, so I do not think she really gets even the general idea of what I am saying.

And this brought me to what I am seeing on the news about the events in Ukraine, and how it is effecting the civilians. Especially, the impact on children, who may not really be able to grasp what is going on, or are too young to have any idea about what is going on.  I do not wish to demean the children of the Ukraine in anyway.   I have never had children, only fur babies.  But if an unmade bed can create an anxiety reaction in my cats, can you imagine how the noise, explosions, fires, destruction impact the children of war.  How being bundled up, leaving home behind with only what you have on your back, with crowds of strangers, usually only one parent, and minimal provisions on a trip in an uncomfortable, crowded truck, bus or train.  Not knowing how long the trip will be. Not knowing what will be waiting at the destination, which probably is only an interim destination, before repeating the processing to yet another unknown destination.  

And, this is just the beginning of the trauma.   There may or may not be a safe haven at the end of the journey:  relatives who are lovingly eager to take you in, or shelters that are waystations until some other plan can be made for you, by someone you do not know, who may or may not be able to accommodate your preferences..  In a different country, with different customs, languages, and expectations.  With discrimination possible and even likely, once the novelty wears off. 

As one individual, there is only so much I can do to help:  I can pray.  I am a firm believer in the power of prayer, and the more united the prayer, the more powerful.  I can attend vigils, solidarity demonstrations, and educational presentations about the events of the world. I can donate goods, funds or perhaps even services.  I can advocate with my legislators regarding my concerns and viewpoint for these world issues. 

And, so can you!

  

 

Vigil in Support of the Ukraine

 I did attend the vigil in the support of the Ukraine which was held last night.   There were a couple hundred people there, I would have wished for more. Lubbock has a small Ukrainian community, many associated with Texas Tech University, and some of whom were present. Also in the group were Russians, who were supportive of the Ukrainian people .Vigil in support of the Ukraine in Lubbock.

I realize that this was hastily organized, but ethnocentric as people in the United States are, it consisted of songs glorifying the United States, although a couple of Ukrainians, and some in the crowd, sang the national anthem of  the Ukraine.  I am not sure what I would have done differently.  The songs about the US were about patriotism, and freedom.  The speeches were well done:  they brought together the US history and our fight for liberation from England, twice, and how that can be compared or related to the current fight in which the Ukraine and Russia are engaged.  But I suspect that many people in the crowd, self included, did not know much about the history of the Ukraine, and this was the best that could be done on short notice.   

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Lubbock Mayor's Annual Beans and Cornbread Lunch in support of Hospice of Lubbock.

March 4, 2022 is the 33rd annual Lubbock Mayor's Beans and Cornbread Lunch (with all the fixins)  in support of Hospice of Lubbock.  Hospice of Lubbock provides care for patients with insurance, Medicare and Medicaid, but also provides care for unfunded patients, not just in Lubbock, but in the surrounding counties. As you know, the Hospice mission is to provide end of life dignity, palliative care, and respect for the patient's wishes in the final days 

Typically, this lunch is a major fundraiser for Hospice of Lubbock.  It has included speeches of support, not just from the Mayor of Lubbock, but also from Mayors from surrounding communities and other people who support the Hospice mission.  It has also included opportunity to network with like minded citizens of Lubbock.  In the past, it has also included local music groups providing entertainment. 

Well, because of COVID 19, in 2021, Hospice of Lubbock joined with the YWCA to do a drive through luncheon, and it was very successful, and will be repeated this year. Tickets can be purchased at https://covenanthealth.ejoinme.org/beansandcornbread. Even if you do not want to do a bean and cornbread lunch, you can donate at Hospice of Lubbock | Covenant Health.  

Invasion of Ukraine, and support for the Ukrainian people -Vigil in Lubbock

 On Friday evening March 4, 2022, at 7:15 there will be a candlelight vigil at the Monument of Courage, 84^th and Nashville, Lubbock, Texas.   VFW Post 2466, the Purple Heart Chapter 0900, American Legion Post 575, Friends of the Monument of Courage and others will gather there.

Anyone in the community who is concerned about the Ukrainian invasion by Russia is encouraged to attend.  I have it on good authority that KCBD is investigating appropriate agencies who can help the Ukrainian refugees. I have explored several sights on the internet, but I am not sure I am savvy enough to know which ones are able to provide the needed services using donations in a responsible and appropriate way.,

If you can open your heart, please consider what you can do to help the Ukrainian citizens, either seeking refuge in other countries, or resisting being overtaken by the Russians.

Taki and a toy

When Taki was little she was not particularly interested in toys.   Sometimes, she would play if a human was involved in manipulating the toy, but for only a short period of time, even if enticed with catnip mist.   Sake used to like to play with toys, substituted for grabbing an arm with her front paws, and scratching with her back paws.  Haiku was just not ever really interested in this behavior; she played with feathers, and like Sake, twist ties.  

Taki just never showed any interest.   Tonight, we were playing and she did the front paw grabbing, back paw scratching maneuver, new for her (at age almost 11.)  I went looking for the toys Sake used to use.  Either I gave them away or disposed of them, or stored them some place I could not readily recall. But I found a doll, and after misting it with catnip, shared it with Taki.  She was hesitant at first, but eventually started playing with the doll.  She was on the office recliner, and the doll ended up on the floor several times.   Although she showed no interest in retrieving the toy (Sake would have), when I retrieved it, she played with it for about 45 minutes or so. She eventually just settled down; but this is not unusual behavior for her, so I don't know if it was the play or the catnip mist, or just her typical routine.   

Winter weather

It is January.  We have not had harsh winter weather yet, but we can certainly expect it could happen.  However, during the time I have lived in West Texas, some years we have harsh winter weather, and sometimes, not so much.  2021 was unusual, especially southeast of us, in a part of Texas that is totally unprepared for harsh winter weather, where it occurred and made, I think, international news.   We shall see what 2022 brings.

New Year's Day dawned "mild" with temperatures in the 50s, but by late morning, midday, the temperature dropped quickly.  By 3 PM it was sprinkling, raining, sleeting, and even snowing.  There was not a deep or heavy layer of snow, or more realistically, a layer of snow and ice, but it remained on the ground the 2nd and even today, the 3rd, of January, although the temperatures were above freezing both days.

We need the moisture.  In the urban areas of West Texas, construction parking lots, streets and roads cover the ground and are impermeable to the moisture in the environment. But our lawns, alleys and parks are open to receiving the snow and ice, as are the farm fields and scrub lands in the surrounding areas.  The good thing about this is that as the snow and ice melts, it melts into the ground, instead of running off into the streets and the flood recovery system. 

Water from the surrounding area drains into the Yellowhouse Canyon Draw, which drains into the Blackwater Draw, into the Yellowhouse Canyon, and then to the North Fork of the Double Mountain Fork of the Brazos River. It is not too complicated, but some of the water is processed through the Lubbock water disposal system, before it proceeds downstream. While not an ideal water reclamation system, it does help. And maybe, as we learn more about reclamation and technology, the system can be improved. 

Happy New Year 2022

This is my greeting to you for 2022.  My wish is that we all have a safe and healthy year. My wish is that people understand the scientific value of COVID 19 vaccination, and booster injections. While not necessarily mandated, the vaccines are an important part of keeping us safe from COVID 19 infections, or at least, serious infections.  

My hope continues, that people understand the importance of ongoing safe health precautions, including mask wearing, as the precautions will be the best way to break the cycle of COVID 19.

As I go about in the community and see people not taking safety precautions, it distresses me that they do not understand that their personal right to not wear safety precautions impinges upon my personal right to be safe in public. If people really understood the Constitution of the United States of Ameria, they would understand that while personal rights are primary in our society, the greater good outweighs the right of the personal right. 

Restarting my hard drive.

Some time ago, I started having trouble with my computer.  I was advised to get it to a computer Tech who could clean the hard drive, look for a virus and see what could be done.  I kept thinking, how long will this take and can I be without my computer that long.   So, I procrastinated until my hard drive crashed.   I thought I had a lot of things saved on my thumb drive.  The most important was the Outlook addresses contact list.  Well, when I tried to load that into the new hard drive, it just corrupted the new Outlook version.  At least I have a couple of efiles, from my own email, and a colleague, who had them just for this purpose, and can re-load everything manually.  I did not save much to the cloud, but enough so I do not have to totally recreate all of the stuff I had in my other folders.   

Emergency services

Two weekends, the emergencies services were at the end of the block

December 16, across the street from my house.

20 years ago, my neighbors would have all been out and checking on the neighbors.  Now we do not even know the neighbors.

Juke Box Oldies

I have recently discovered that I am in an internet/cable desert.  While I have access to the same channels as I have had for years, I am so not interested in them.  I was flipping through the music channels, and there are several I enjoy, including Broadway musicals, Easy listening, Swing standards, and Country Classics.  One channel I discovered is Jukebox Oldies. These are the songs that I grew up with, enjoy, and can sing along with.  So much fun!

The Saga Continues

So, I called in sick on Monday, November 29,2021, but without much comfort.  I went to work the next day, and over did it, as I am often wont to do. Wednesday, I forced myself to go to work in the morning, because the new washing machine was going to be delivered that afternoon.  And it was!

Reading the instructions for the new washing machine was very enlightening.  I already had been advised not to overload the machine.  Additionally, I learned not to wrap items around the agitator, but to put the clothes in piles in the washer tub.  News to me!  I wonder when I should have learned that?  Also, this machine works best with HE detergent.  I purchased some, and am mixing it 2 to 1 with the detergent I already have, until the non-HE detergent is used up. 

This washing machine has a much smaller basket for washing clothes, and it is like, pardon me, but God "bitch slapped me" to make me realize I did not have to carry heavy, large, megaloads of laundry from the washing machine in my kitchen to the dryer in my garage. I should have realized this in 2015, after my back surgery.  Wow, am I slow!

I called in sick on Thursday and went to the walk in clinic at my provider's office.  Fortunately, she was "on call" and took care of me.  She did "stat" chest x-rays and gave me breathing exercises because my primary concern was not being able to clear my lungs.  The xrays came back negative.  All sounds well. 

Oh What a Weekend, part two November 26-28, 2021

 As predicted, the headlight replacement at the dealership was expensive.  I had them change out the bulbs on both sides, which was not expensive.  The labor to get at the bulbs replaced was.  The service representative said that some models of the Chevy Malibu also require the front assembly to be removed to replace the headlights!  It took about an hour.

The Saturn Vue is a low maintenance car, but when it needs maintenance, the maintenance is expensive.  

So, I was able to run a few quick errands, and call the appliance repair people to tell them that I was available earlier than I had anticipated.  The young man who came to my aid was very nice.  And explained that because I was using the "super load" function on my washing machine, I wore out the bearings.  The gear box would cost close to the cost of another washing machine, and the labor charges would surpass that. The young man said, that he did not want to do that replacement and "take my money." So, I went out shopping and found another washing machine that I could get delivered on Wednesday. This one had a good deal for a 5 year extended warranty, so I added that to the purchase agreement. I don't usually do extended warranties, but this sounded reasonable. And the dealer has a repair service, so they can take care of the warranty work.  A lot better than waiting 2 months for my refrigerator. 

So, my new washing machine was going to be delivered on Wednesday, December 1, 2021.  That meant I needed to take some items to the local laundromat. (A friend of mine latter chided me and said I could have done laundry at her house, and we could have had a "girls time."   Never thought to ask.)  

Well, going into the laundromat, I tripped on an obvious berm, fell forward, could not easily catch my breath to even call for help, and landed on the berm with the full force and impact on my right side. Eventually, people came to my aid, helped me up, and got me into the laundromat so I could sit and rest.  I was carrying a basket of laundry, and had another in the car, and gave my keys to the laundromat attendant, and a customer, to bring my other basket in.  The customer kept coming by to check on me.  The attendant did not, but I understand that, because the laundromat did not want to make it their problem.  

I had planned to go home to unload the laundry and them go shopping, but decided once I went home, I was not going anywhere again.  So I went shopping, and then went home, put clothes in the dryer a little batch at a time, and did the best I could.  

Oh! What a Weekend! November 20-21, 2021

 

I feel like the gods have been conspiring against me, or I was cursed by the recent lunar eclipse!!!!   I am still having trouble with Suddenlink, and I have not had cable service on my primary TV since November 13.  I can live with that. After all the techs were done, I could not access wifi on it either! I am at the point that I have to call New York and can do so on Eastern time.  I would assume they open at 8 or the latest, 9 EST.  I have called several times, and the upshot is, they wanted to send a tech out, for the 5th time in a week and a half.  I said enough is enough.  It is a systems problem, and if they cannot fix it, I can live with something else. 

Saturday, my car flunked its state inspection, due to a headlight!  I went three places to try to get it replaced, but all 3 said they could not because they have to remove the front assembly to get to the light bulb.  I could not dispute that, because I could not understand the owner’s manual instructions, and could not see how I would get at the bulb, without doing so, either.  Through the magic modern technology, I was able to schedule an appointment on Friday, the 26^th (first date available) at Scoggin Dickey.  This might be the most expensive headlight replacement in the world!  

Sunday morning, when I woke up, I did not have a working furnace.  Fortunately, after a while, I was able to figure out that the programable thermostat needed new batteries.  I try to keep stocked up with everything I can image, but had to scrounge in my junk drawer but found 2 double A's.  Situation resolved.  And new supply purchased same day!

Sunday afternoon, when I started laundry, after the first load was done, it was apparent that the washing machine was not agitating or spinning.  I tried separating the amount of laundry and spun it again, no such luck.  I now have a mega load of super soaked laundry that I am nursing through my 16-year-old dryer!  I could shlep the rest of my laundry to a commercial self-service laundry but who wants to do that?   I have enough clothes to get through a 3-day work week. Again, through the miracle of modern technology I was able to schedule a repair appointment for Friday, the 26th, begging for the last appointment of the day, due to my car appointment earlier.   (They could come out Wednesday but really, I can wait.)

My ESPN+ account did not work Saturday for the men’s basketball game.  I was really frustrated, and when I went into ESPN costumer service chat, the help I received was immediate and successful.  The suggestion:  use Google Chrome for the browser.  That has been successful since!

Hair Bun - Really

So why do we call it a "man bun?"  It is not like females have not had hair buns with their hair before.  Probably the most notable in South Pacific  with Bloody Mary or with Kathryn Hepburn https://www.pinterest.com/pin/44191640063641361/  (I hope this works. Adding a link has changed since the last time I did this)  

So why are we calling them "man buns" instead of hair buns.  Which wipes out LGBTQ buns.  After all hair buns are just hair buns.