Our new podcast “Banality of Death” is Live

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our new podcast The Banality of Death is live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume.

As in our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague, we discuss the consequences in our lives of this long SARS – CoV2 pandemic and its associated Social Isolation, which has imploded all the traditional socio-economic parameters of the whole planet. Aren’t we all fed up with all this?

In this podcast we discuss how the daily worries about our personal safety, including our family’s and the news of the recurring spikes of infection around the globe has somewhat eroded the sharp edges of the word Death and, if not becoming comfortable with that concept, we are inured to it.

Trying to emulate Hannah Harendt, who famously coined the provocative term of Banality of Evil after watching the trial of the Nazi war criminal Adolph Eichmann in Israel, we are proposing that we are tragically surviving immersed in the Banality of Death, which has anesthetized our senses to the ongoing decimation. Adolph Eichmann organized the infamous train convoys from the Polish ghettos to the Auschwitz concentration camps and his figure and pleas for mercy in a Tel Aviv courtroom in 1962 tried to mendaciously convey the image of being just a Third Reich logistics engineer that was making sure trains ran on time. There was a sick commonality in his histrionics.

Note. This reproduction of a 1942 image of Adolph Eichmann in Nazi uniform was taken from Wikimedia Commons.

Can’t you see that in that picture his oversize military cap makes him look like a tragic clown? Did you notice the Totenkopf (skull and crossed bones) insignia in the middle of it? Defiance of Death. That mischievous smirk meticulously supervised the transfer of millions of innocent Jews, Gypsies, Gays Intellectuals, Political activists, etc. to their final inexorable demise in the burning ovens. Until it was swiftly erased from his face by the hangman’s noose in a Tel Aviv prison. Justice was served.

We hope you will like our talk, we hope it will spark some badly needed discussions of the pitiful dearth of empathy in society and, if you have any ideas or suggestions, please send us a message at:

email@drmolaplume.com

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Our new podcast “L’abus au petit feu” is Live

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. The new podcast L’abus au petit feu is now Live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume.

We discuss the significant implications of the summation of “little abuses’ in the daily, monthly, yearly lives of our dear women. Are they more dangerous than a single big abusive event? Maybe.

In the following excerpt form our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague we said:

—”Doctor…It’s not how much he pisses me off—but rather how often.”

Sheila X. is a jovial, good mannered nursing aide that had chronic migraines for years; almost all the therapies failed and now she participates in a clinical trial. The trigger for her headaches lies close to her. She has an uncooperative husband. Occasionally she bursts out with anger, which does not elicit any real changes in him but ends up worsening her headaches. Silently soldiering on, she gave up.

A French chef recently explained in a TV program the advantages of a slow burning fire to tenderize hard-to-cook meats like game and fowl; when we watched him, we could not help comparing that technique to the way Sheila’s husband is slowly sapping her strength, a little abuse at a time. Gently. L’abus au petit feu.[i]

The low-intensity abuse is a sum of little acts that damage our self-esteem. A flutter of the hand that never lands… Or perhaps a not-so-subtle-threat in a chat… Or, worse still, a stony silence after only asking for an explanation for a misdeed. Women might be subjected to many instances of verbal and physical abuse that taken individually do not reach the threshold of intensity to elicit a firm response. But the baneful buildup of angst from small incidents can test their patience as its cumulative effect may be as (if not more) toxic than the one of bigger incidents.

In Japan, due to the Narita syndrome—named after the Tokyo airport— some young Japanese women coming back from a foreign trip —where they were exposed to other cultures with kinder men— dump their boyfriends on the spot. [ii]

References

[i] The literal translation is “slow-cooking abuse.” The term “au petit feu” means “a low simmering fire”; it is used as a metaphor for any human action or interaction that is carried out on purpose very slowly, almost parsimoniously.

[ii] Jeff Kingston “Japan’s Quiet Transformation : Social Change and Civil Society in 21st Century”, Routledge Curzon, Oxford, 2004.”

Note. We would like to acknowledge the usefulness of the great article written in 2019 by Elizabeth Ruth, a.k.a Notaguru, who explained the major/ minor mental and physical repercussions of Low Intensity Abuse of Women.

We recommend it to all concerned physicians, nurses, psychotherapists, social workers, teachers, first responders, etc. Why teachers? Because sometimes they are the very first ones that spot the marital abuse when an unusually evasive woman comes to pick up her kids at school.

BE ON THE ALERT. ABUSE OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN AROUND US IS MUCH, MUCH MORE COMMON THAN WE MIGHT THINK. WE ARE RESPONSIBLE TO DETECT ITS EARLY SIGNS AND REPORT IT TO AUTHORITIES.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Lack of Empathy in the BRSF

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our podcast Lack of Empathy in the BRSF is Live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume

Sadly last Saturday, when we innocently went to buy a new Motorola phone in the Metro PCS store located in Calle Ocho and 13 Avenue of Miami, a villainous clerk and a disloyal assistant went in cahoots to screw us in the needed transfer of the stored Whatsapp data content to the new device. We lost forever the precious family data, including the one from our late uncle José Luis Garbarino. Aren’t they supposed to protect the memories of a long-standing client like us? Apparently not.

This tragic incident is emblematic, not only of the sheer irresponsibility of many (but not all, thank God) individuals in this Banana Republic of South Florida, but also of the rising Lack of Empathy that plagues our society. It is not a small coincidence that it happened in a store selling phones because. as we have discussed in our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague, there is a Trolling Toll of Technology that has soiled and worsened our core inter-personal relationships.

We hope you would listen to it and share your opinions with a message to email@drmolaplume.com

Note. In our podcast we wrongly identified Verizon as the parent company of Metro PCS. We later found out that it is really T-Mobile. We are sorry for this unintended mistake.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

Our new podcast “Uncertainty is my co-pilot” is Live

Dear readers, fellow bloggers, and (now) listeners:

Good morning. Our podcast Uncertainty is my co-pilot is Live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume

Continuing our quasi-spontaneous monologues about the social and cultural consequences of the Post-pandemic world, we will discuss critical issues of this weird aftermath, including Uncertainty.

Please join us whenever you can… While you are enjoying a well deserved lunch break, or in your patio table while sniffing the fresh flowers, or in bed while you hubby is snoring away (please use the headphones) or anytime when you crave for a comforting voice to help you survive these times.

Welcome! Bienvenus! Benvenutti! Bienvenidos!

Our new podcast “Parlez moi d’Amour” is Live

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our podcast Parlez moi d’Amour is now live at anchor.fm/dr-mario-o-laplume.

This is our first live recording and it is full of mistakes, repetitions (the expression as a matter of fact was excessively used all along) and other snafus that you, our loyal readers and now listeners, will certainly point to us along the way. Sadly, we added the marvelous song Parlez moi d’Amour sung by none other than Juliette Greco to it, but Spotify has failed to approve it in a reasonable time span.

This is the picture of our brand new Fifine microphone, set to the right of our laptop.

Enjoy the recording and please let us know if you want any changes or additions to our chats; we are now preparing one about the Incertitude we’re living thorough and we do not have a title for it.

Dear audience, do you have any suggestions about the title and/or the associated music?

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.