Most of the “scientific studies” in the Daily Mail make me chuckle (new survey from a contact lens manufacturer says that 90% of people feel self-conscious about wearing glasses!) but this one — about low self-esteem, existential angst and stuffed animals — is worth serious consideration. Keep reading »
The more Robert Pattinson speaks, the more I am convinced that he is The Boyfriend for me. This confounds my better judgement, because there are few things in the zeitgeist of the past ~5 years that I’ve enjoyed less than “Twilight,” but Robert Pattinson, the real Robert Pattinson, is a strange and wonderful being. He hates people and loves dogs! He would improve upon the “Twilight” sex scenes by adding a walrus! He also hates “Twilight”, maybe even more than we do!
In a new interview with Australia’s Sunday Style, the 27-year-old actor got really real, opening up about his anxiety and the insecurities that have defended him against the egotistical pitfalls of fame. “Up until [the moment I get out of the car to the event] I’m a nut case,” he told the publication. “Body dysmorphia, overall tremendous anxiety. I suppose it’s because of these tremendous insecurities that I never found a way to become egotistical. I don’t have a six-pack and I hate going to the gym. I’ve been like that my whole life. I never want to take my shirt off. I’d prefer to get drunk.” You and me both, Rob. He also confessed to being “quite sensitive” in relationships and thinking of himself as the best “gift giver.”
In all seriousness, though, what does it say about me that my ideal man is anxiety-ridden, insecure, very sensitive, and likes to drink? Probably nothing good. [Huffington Post]
Photographer John William Keedy was interested in trying to visualize the dark edges of anxiety. In his series, It’s Hardly Noticeable, Keedy generates powerful visual metaphors that encapsulate just how oppressive and maddening anxiety can feel. The title alone refers to what people with anxiety can fixate on, feel or worry about, that may elude people who don’t share their disorder. Keedy should know: He’s been dealing with anxiety issues for the better part of a decade. His images draw upon the desire for perfection, the need for order and the underlying obsessive need to control and manage one’s surroundings.
Keedy hopes that viewers will identify with his imagery, and feel comforted that they’re not alone. “Is it possible for a society to have a commonly held idea of what is normal, when few individuals in that society actually meet the criteria for normalcy?” Keedy wonders. “These images question the legitimacy of applying the term normal in a societal context by prompting a reconsideration of what, if anything, is normal, or at least what is perceived and labeled as such.” More images after the jump. [John William Keedy] Keep reading »
Do you have anxiety? You’re in good company. According to the National Institute of Mental Health, there’s around 40 million people dealing with anxiety disorders in the U.S. alone. That’s a lot of friggin’ people — and I happen to be one of them.
Anxiety is something I live with and manage every day of my life. Most of the time, because I’ve figured out how to manage it in a way that makes sense for me, living on the anxiety spectrum makes me a sensitive, thoughtful and occasionally high-strung person. Sometimes it can really suck, but it’s my reality, so c’est la vie or something. I first developed anxiety when I was graduating from college, which I imagine is fairly typical. You’re birthing yourself into the Real And Terrifying World and there’s so much to think about. My anxiety manifested as insomnia, but, like, a particular kind of insomnia. Every time I would be on the verge of falling asleep, I’d have anxiety about falling asleep, which would wake me up. Awful. That went on for three months before I finally said fuck it and went to student health, where I was diagnosed as having an anxiety disorder. Whoops! Keep reading »
Greetings from zombie-land.
That’s where I’m currently residing as I go through antidepressant withdrawal. It’s a horribly dizzying place, filled with bouts of insomnia, nausea and an episode of neverending flu. It’s not a place I recommend visiting, and yet, I’ve found myself here because I decided to get off of Paxil, the anti-anxiety drug I’ve been on–off and on–for the last 10 years. And let me tell you, withdrawal is a bitch. Keep reading »
According to prominent horror critics, the things that scare us as a culture usually have a lot to do with whatever we repress and suppress. Horror is about the thin boundary between the outside and the inside being broken — both literally, as in the piercing of skin, and metaphorically, as in the destruction of innocence or psychological disillusionment.
Horror is also a very individual thing, and what scares some of us has no impact on others. For me, it’s tight, small, cramped spaces — there’s probably some psychoanalytic Freudian reason for that, but I’m afraid to look too deep. But for others, it’s aliens, or disease outbreak, or serial killers, or kittens (I don’t judge). What scares us does in some ways define us.
After the jump, seven anxiety-producing movies that terrify and scare the bejesus out of The Frisky staff. And share the movie that makes your heartbeat race in the comments!