A vigorous rant toned down to acceptable decibels

[mousey1]

I wrote a huge rant and then deleted it and in it's place summed things up this way.

I don't like mollycoddlers. Mollycoddlers have no place on the planet. They do more harm than good. They bury truth when they should be resurrecting it. Mollycoddlers don't deal in honesty, but promote dishonesty.

Stamp out mollycoddling wherever you see it. If you see it in yourself then turn and flee from it.

I do not want to be mollycoddled. I do not want to be mollified. I want comfort, kindness, encouragement and respect yes, but I do not want to be encouraged in the perpetuation of a lie. I do not want to be cushioned and protected from the real world by being kept in a fanciful bubble, albeit an invisible one.

If you are a mollycoddler stop it now, for the sake of everyone. The truth will set you free. If you ever were or ever think you are capable of being one, then seek help now I implore, because mollycoddlers are the worst kind of deceivers and enablers you will ever see. They cover themselves in a camouflage blanket of do-gooder, but they lie, they lie.

I confess that I too have been guilty of mollycoddling under the banner and guise of kindness and longsuffering, but no more, at least if I can at all help it. Please, anyone, I beg you, if you see me mollycoddling someone just give me a good shaking, I'll thank you for it.

I desperately need a mollycoddle free zone...desperately! Why? Because every time I see it I literally want to vomit.

Thank-you and goodnight.

and what about you?

Is there anything that turns you green and sickens you to your stomach vis-a-vis the so-called human condition? Wars, famines, pestilence, greenhouse gasses, global warming and all other such obvious, monumental and momentous things aside. I'm after nitpicky things here, human foibles and quirks and behavior that just makes you want to pick out your eyes. Oh, and if you too hate mollycoddlers, please lift your voice in unison with mine.

We're all human here, don't be ashamed to confess it.

[Doreen Peri]

The trouble with the word "mollycoddler" is that it's five characters longer than a 7-letter word and therefore, it's really tough to play it in Scrabble. Now, if COD was already played on the board and you had DLER in your rack, you could conceivably play CODDLER and that would be fine but it would be absolutely impossible to add MOLLY to it in one turn. You'd have to wait until the next and just hope you pulled those tiles and had the place to play them, but I wouldn't bet on it. Not in this lifetime.

Well and so and yeah, that's my take on the word itself because words are just a buncha letters strewn together but if you want my feeling about the topic at hand, I'd have to say, HELL YEAH (and that would be a plausible Scrabble play without the space in between).....

Those friggin' goddamn mollycoddlers should be shot! No, not shot. Hung! Friggin' annihilated. Drowned maybe!.

Just the other day, my son said to me, "Mom? I donno what happened to you! You didn't USED to be a mollycoddler! You used to be able to put your foot down! I just don't get it."

And I pleaded, "Huh? What do you mean? What did I do wrong? How can I fix it? Please give me another chance!"

To which he answered, "MOM!!!! Stop it! You're not making me laugh. You just have to be yourself and stop being so damn mollycoddling. Please. It's not like you. I'm disappointed in you."

And I answered, "OK. Well as soon as you quit insulting me, I'll continue being myself and put my foot down. On my own head if I need to. Will that help? Can I convince you that I'm telling you the truth by tempting you with this fresh batch of homemade fudge? It has nuts in it. You know. The kind you like. Almonds."

"Almonds??? You're kidding! I'm allergic to almonds," he said, staring me down like I was some kind of evil wicked mean and nasty step-mother.

"Oh," I said, "sorry! Please, I'm really really sorry! I screwed up! I didn't mean almonds. There are hazelnuts in there. I KNEW you were allergic to almonds! I would never EVER do that to you!"

[mousey1]

Thank you Doreen. Good stuff.

Yup, that's what I'm saying, it's everywhere, right in our own back yards, right in our own kitchens and living rooms...and definitely on the net. Do we actually think we are doing a service by being *spits* mollycoddlers?

Mollycoddling is heinous and repulsive and damaging behavior. What possible good does it do to support someone in their idiocy? What is the point, can anyone tell me? I see it happening time and time again. Encouragement is a lovely thing, but not for nothing, not when the persons actions or behavior are so unworthy of it. It's absolutely absurd. It's deceipt of the worse kind. It's not a help it's a hindrance, a blocking of progress. I can't stomach it.

Mollycoddlers are enablers and not in a good way. They must be stopped!

It's hard not to mollycoddle when it's someone you love, I can excuse that...grudgingly. But the mollycoddling of everyone...yech and blech!

I don't ever want to be mollycoddled. I want to know the truth of things. If there's a negative consensus, if I'm deserving of some negative feedback, I want to be told of it or pointed to it so I can deal with it, assess the situation rationally, not be protected from it.

I sometimes wonder if we're hiding under a cloak of nicey nice. What a sham.

and the horrific thing is I'm guilty of it too, quite often, I suppose, but I'm fighting it, trying to.

some of us are so hopelessly misguided.

[mousey1]

I have a tendency to think I'm pointing fingers and tut tut tutting whenever I indulge in a rant.

But it's a pretty positive thing when you think about it.

It's directed toward the universe

not at really any one

and maybe it's just that pesky mirror imaging

and if that, then it's just a case of me pointing at me pointing at me pointing back!



I like to think of it...like...to think of it... as the practising and finessing of the art of communication...or more simply put, scribbling out loudly on the back of a paper sack.


Hey, you ever talk to yourself and then discover yourself is talking back? I hope not! That's a sign you're crazy...either that or extremely well adjusted...in your skin. Just so long as you don't think it's the rants and ramblings of your evil twin! Then you're in real trouble.

and finally, nonsense and gibberish are your friends. They keep you sane...or insane...I'm not sure which.

[abcrystcats]

Good point. I hate mollycoddlers too.

Something I hate more -- closely akin to the mollycoddlers -- in fact, they may be a species of mollycoddler -- people who agree with others in order to be liked, or to fit in.

Another -- but this is more a pet peeve than a hate -- people who use words but say nothing with them -- cryptic comments designed cleverly so that they can be interpreted in any number of different ways that have no substance, no inherent stand or position behind them.

[diesel dyke]

As if this had anything to do with me.
I got about three threads going on this one
next week I am going to see a scientologists
I should be able to clear this up by then.

This is a repost of a deleted reply mousey1
Kind of like three d chess for me
about four posts I am replying to here, you cat izzy
you know for me anything more than friends is less.



Deleted this one from a sonigram on visuals because there is nothing visual in this one except the avatar.

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Geez, I don't want to sound insensitive, but is he picking his nose?

Blows my mind
no way I can go there except humor
take care of your self.
this miracle alamo rose gave me
this prescious gift of life
all she ever wanted was to see me happy
you would never have thought I would put my hands around her throat
that day in november of 1963,
the day I almost commited suicide by matricide
crazy mike warned her she would be sorry one day
I was never quite sure how to describe her worse mistake with me
How does that song go?
"Mama don't let your son's grow up to be cowboys"
Yeah don't mollycoddle your sons or daughters
Not sure what the hell mousey1 meant by that rant
but I think that was what Crazy Mike was trying to warn her of me. His words you will live to regret this. Warning her about me.{ I was not her favorite son, just her baby boy.

I deleted a reply to mousey1's mollycoddle post
I think I will put it here just in case you need to reply to one of my rambles.
My sister my self
she is so calm

Pregnancy is insanity for me
it scares the bejeezus out of me
but somehow I am happy for you
infriendship
jt

Yes tone it down and get your head out of your ass I think if I was pregnant I would not mind being mollycoddled a bit. But what would I know about that?
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gypsyjoker Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:04 am

Joined: 26 May 2005 Posts: 539 Location: The Republic Of Desire
I hope I die before I get old
_________________People can often feel my power

Mz Polly got so old she had to be put in a group nursing home, four women to a room and minimum wage caretakers who frighten her. She don't ask about Nikko anymore. This reply above was pretty irrelevant but I left it because we were discussing what my age had to do with anything. Nice thing about being a geezer is that non phallic masculinity comes so easy. That had even less to do with anything, except I have a vague memory that sex had something to do with babies. Boxer and Rice going at each other about single women and no children. You know there is a large body of work being done on the subject of what is the purpose of the female orgasm. I thought that might cheer you up. Why would a woman who has gone trough childbirth want to have anything more to do with a man?
damn rambling
help help
put link <> to Who Nikko is here.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=8857


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stilltrucking Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:30 am

Joined: 24 Oct 2004 Posts: 6430

You know I don't know where your ass is or your head I don't know who your rant is about But I know who I am thinking of I have heard that a pregnancy rewires a woman's brain in some way Maybe it makes her smarter I don't know. I spend a lot of time mollycoddling these days. It enables her. Nice thing about going in for a CA-125 test is that it makes the day seem so beautiful, even a gray muggy day in south texas. That calls for some mollycoddling too.

Quote: To "mollycoddle" someone is, of course, to pamper the person in an extremely attentive and solicitous fashion. As you found, "mollycoddle" is an extreme form of "coddle," which, when it first appeared in English around 1598 meant "to boil gently" (from the Latin "calidum," hot drink). The "gentle" aspect of "coddle" led, around 1815, to its figurative use to mean "nurse," "pamper" or "treat as an invalid," the sense found in "mollycoddle." Decoding the "molly" in "mollycoddle" brings us to the noun form of "mollycoddle," which means "a pampered weakling" or "a sissy." "Molly" is indeed a "pet form" of the name Mary, often used in slang as a disparaging term for a prostitute or criminal's companion (as in a gangster's "moll"), but also contemptuous slang for a weak or ineffectual man. So to "mollycoddle" someone, in the original sense of the term, is to treat him or her in the delicate fashion a "molly" must be "coddled." "Mollycoddle" first appeared in English as a noun around 1833 and the verb form was in use by 1870.

http://www.word-detective.com/032602.html

[mousey1]

Well, this is the mollycoddle of which I speak:

to treat with an excessive or absurd degree of indulgence and attention...heavy on the excessive and absurd

not so much re and re the parent child syndrome. Parents, whatchagonnado?, they make ya or break ya or ya become indifferent. sigh.

hard truths should be served up with t l c
no argument
but hard truths are necessary
serve them up with consideration and deliberation

yes, yes, they will sting but the truth is refreshing

mollycoddling is the stifling and muffling of the consesquences of your actions and is a travesty of life's justice.

[Doreen Peri]

I like your rants.

But I'd also like them if you were more specific.

Could you give some examples (or even one) of what inspired this rant?

Purty please?

[Diana Moon Glampers]

I was going to modify that one above make it less personal, don't want to bring nobody any invidious honors.

Nothing more than friendship for me mousey
ya know if I did not admire you I would not even go here.
The problem with the truth is that it is so relative these days.
A woman goes into the hospital and an ignorant care giver her tells her that her cancer is god's punishment for the the life she has lived. It is a religious truth I suppose.

[stilltrucking]

There were a lot of tangled threads in there mousey1, I don't expect you to follow them all,
there is Mz Polly's truth, her daughters lying to her telling her that her things are in storage and she will be coming back to her own place pretty soon. I have heard she is sinking fast. Do they mollycoddle her by lying. The truth kinder, Mom you wont be leaving here. THey both lead such busy lives no time to take care of her, no room, she is just old and in the way.

Nice bluegrass album by the way

I have my doubts about life's justice
and some parents take more getting over than others
all you can say is there but for the grace of Bob go I.

Like I said I got no idea what it was about this rant of yours
Just filling in my own blanks
I don't want to know
I just want to ride my motor sickle


I suppose I mollycoddle the young too.
Just a big fuzzy mollycoddler
so shoot me.
keep on ranting mousey1
you rave so nicely.

[stilltrucking]

Everything working out okay for me
I got no complaints
regrets a million
but no complaints
"you always get what's coming
you never have to ask" jitterbug

You know some parents take more than one lifetime to overcome, I got a brother I call jitterbug, my mother used to say he was kind to a fault, he is more honest these days, and I was alway honest to a fault my mother said, I am trying to be kinder these days

done I hope

[mousey1]

specifics? specifics? I thought I'd keep it generic.

I suppose it's my usual whine whinge about truth and honesty. It appears we are slaves to dishonesty rightly or wrongly. Some to keep stiff upper lips, some to protect their own interests and some to protect the interests of others.

Apparently the truth offends alot of people. And so, for whatever reason, whether it be to assuage anger, protect ourselves, protect someone else, mitigate, mitigate, mitigate we become mollycoddlers. A bunch of mollycoddlees and mollycoddlers. I think that it ought not to be.

Why does the truth offend? Why do we want to either be shielded from it or shield others from it? The truth should come as naturally as breathing...but it doesn't. It is toiled at.

Well of course the truth has consequences. And if people don't want to face and accept those consequences they either go on the offensive/defensive or shrivel away or become inconsolable and that is when the mollycoddling begins. I realize that this does not apply to everyone and to those whom it does not apply I say "Bully for them!" But I know it applies to alot of people...I see it, I experience it.

Ultimately alot of people are selfish I think. They want what they want when they want it how they want it and they don't want anyone stepping on their toes with petty truths. Selfish.

But what's the solution? For some people it causes inner turmoil and they can see no way out. So they take the easy way, the way of least resistance. They lie. A lie of omission. A lie of skirting round the truth...you can see it, there in the distance, but you just can't quite reach it. Frustrating.

I would prefer a world of truth as opposed to a world of jellyfish and those who would spear them.

It appears we live in a world of willing victims and willing victimizers.

It is a sore spot with me and whenever I am reminded of it I rant. I have kept it tame for the purposes of general consumption. I assure you my personal private rants are real gushers.

and I mollycoddle too so it's not like I'm pointing fingers. I just think it's a malaise. Unfortunately one that shall never be cured.

so I rant and I rave to preserve my sanity. I get frustrated and it helps me to talk about it, listen about it.

Thank-you everyone for your input. I really appreciate it. No one likes to feel alone in their dilemmas and confusions.

[Doreen Peri]

OK well I was looking for the truth. The truth will set me free. You could even change the names to protect the guilty.

For example, you could say,

"Yesterday, I was at a discussion board on the internet and one of the participants was mollycoddling another participant by saying _________ and __________ when it was clear he/she wasn't telling the truth because previously he/she told me in a private email that he/she felt _____________ and ____________ instead of ____________ and ______________."

or you could say,

"Last week, I met with my co-worker who shall remain nameless and while we were having lunch, my co-worker told me _______________ and _________________ and ______________, which sort of put me off guard because I could tell he was lying since I am his direct supervisor and working with him every day it has become clear that he doesn't feel like _______________ but instead he feels ______________. So, he was mollycoddling me because I'm pretty sure he wants me to recommend a promotion. I hate it when people kiss ass."

Or you could say,

"Three days ago when I was visiting one of the websites I visit regularly, I noticed a post by one of the participants who was obviously mollycoddling one of the moderators on the board by saying ___________ when it was totally unnecessary to say such a thing because the truth is __________________ not ______________ and she knows it!"



You get the idea. I just wanna hear the dirt.

[mousey1]

Doreen Peri you makea me laugh.

You want specifics

You want specifics

all of the above! and you said it so much better than I. The world is rife in it. Everywhere I turn I see examples of it. When I look in the mirror I see smears of it, not around the eyes, but at the corners of my lips a hint of mollycoddle jeer to it.

Yes, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. A mollycoddler to the end I'm afraid, right to the stinking seat of it.

[Doreen Peri]

hehe... glad to amuse you, ms. mousey

and YOU, my dear, amuse me also!

Yes, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. A mollycoddler to the end I'm afraid, right to the stinking seat of it.

lol

And I'm not mollycoddling you! You crack me up on a continual basis!