As you may have noticed, I haven’t been around much lately. You see,Â not long agoÂ I wasÂ informed thatÂ Skepchick was going to be held at a different location than its original spot. Apparently there wasÂ a problem with the ice machine or something at Skepchick HQ, so they had to change the location.
I didn’t think twice about it, and IÂ innocently arrived atÂ the new location, expecting all the Chicks to be there blogging.Â But IÂ was surprisedÂ to discover the only contributorsÂ there were me, the president of the Twilight fan club, that one guy who never takes a bath, and for some reason, Gene Shalit.
Well, after realizing I’d been duped, I left the fake Skepchick, and came back here with ass-whoopin’ on my mind. Coincidentally, “Ass-Whoopin’ on My Mind” is also one of the songs on my upcoming Country album,Â Whiskey BottlesÂ &Â Cheatin’ Songs. Keep an eye out for that.
At any rate, now that the rambling nonsense is out of the way, I want to know about anger. I suspect that being in the rat race, or raising kids, or just dealing with other people for any length of timeÂ can cause anger to bubble in people, and they just don’t show it.
Do you express anger openly? How? Do you suppress it? Channel it to something else? Ever tripped soomeone’s hair-trigger? What happened?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays at 3pm ET.