on pollies, depression, and having a crisis
There is this highly enjoyable blog called indexed, right, where this clever little lassie doodles funny graphs on index cards. For example:
Now, if we replaced the labels in the Venn diagram above with politicians, emotional crises and depression, [former?] Tassie Economic Development & Tourism Minister Paula Wriedt would be the one disappearing in the middle.
After Sam “douchebag, but feel sorry for him, he had cancer” Newman may or may not have said crass things about her over the fact that the Tasmanian government is sponsoring the Hawks last, it turned out that Ms Wriedt was hospitalised over the weekend and there had been reports that she tried to commit suicide.
Hooooooley dooley, what a nightmare. One of her family’s statements mentioned:
The pressures of public life, constant travel away from home and public scrutiny combined with motherhood is a difficult act to balance.
I have the feeling motherhood is difficult to balance in a private life, too, but I don’t intend to make this about all that women & work stuff… The thing is, regardless of whether or not her suicide attempt was due to douchbagy comments (if it was, that is another post entirely), the affair, whatever, is it just me or does the number of cases of depression and breakdowns among pollies worry any one else? Geoff Gallop, John Brogden et al… it’s just really not good at all.
I know the fact she’s depressed is just horrible in itself, but yeah… the mix of public life (and I mean “public service” life, not just being a celebrity) with depression has got to be sucky.
Politics is a dirty game and is not conducive to people with a good conscience and if it is, it is unlikely they’ll have one by the end.
I discovered how yukky politics was in Year 10 Social Studies, when we had a pretend election. Oh it was horrid. After that I decided there was no way I was going to be an actual politician, cos I cry way too much, but I thought I’d work behind the scenes, so to speak. Then I went to Young Labor national conference and have been too scared to attend meetings regularly ever since.
Politics is an important part of our lives (or at least it is for me… whatevs) and it would be nice if it wasn’t so mean and gross, no?