Philip points to this curmudgeonly essay on the topic of what’s wrong with America (latest speculation), which posits that suburbs and SSRIs are the problem. While I’d hate to argue with suburban ennui and angst, being perpetually lost in the supermarket and feeling that this is not my beautiful house, I must point out that the odds that one in three Americans even has a health plan that covers SSRIs is pretty slim, much less that one of three of us are actually taking the happy pills.
There have been days that I’ve thought that all the bloggers around me were closet or public depressives. Of course, that was mostly at the heart of my own Black Dog bouts.