J-Dub’s Review of Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by J.D. Vance

I did not pick this book.  Instead it was the May selection for the Schaefer’s Skimmers and Sippers Book Club.  I resisted a bit because of the subject matter.  I saw something similar on 60 Minutes and was horrified.  Oh and mini-side bar, 60 Minutes is my new FAVORITE show. I had quit watching because of the time it aired but now with the magic of the Hopper by Dish, I watch the recorded shows.  Usually at 2 am on Saturday mornings when I have the worst insomnia ever. But that is another story.

Back to the book.  True story bio on one J.D. Vance.  He writes about his “hillbilly” family origins in Jackson, Kentucky migrating to Middletown, Ohio where he was born. Those Appalachian roots were a major influence on who he became.  He didn’t meet his birth father until later in life and never really had a good relationship with him.  J.D. was raised in an almost communal family between his mom who struggled with addiction (and her many partners – I think she got up to husband #5), his grandparents (main caretakers, especially his Mamaw) and extended maternal relatives.  First of his clan to … you name it.  He was a poor kid who made it through.  He served in the Marines, went to Ohio State University and then ended up earning a JD from Yale law school.  A real rags to riches story.

Unfortunately I am going through some stuff and I found the memoir depressing.  Lots of transference and well now I am just sort of pissed off.  I have come to the conclusion that people are just different.  Some fare better than others.  There is a genetic and socio-economic aspect to all things yet I am so sick and tired of people “blaming” those aspects for the final outcome.

Statistics show … Fuck statistics, one can make anything look a certain way with spin. I am so fucking dizzy.  People are defying statistics and beating the odds daily. And then sadly some are not.  Why? What makes the difference?  If someone can find that answer, bottle it and sell it, we’d all be in fucking nirvana.

Not much of a recommendation I guess.  Though I am 99.9 percent sure others will not come away with the same sentiments I did.  You see I’ve got issues.  Did I mention I am going through some stuff?

3.5 out of 5 stars.

As always, more to come.


So, …

I wish there was a way for me to write and post privately.  The one feature of FB that I liked.  Of course I hear you all laughing at me for thinking anything I did on FB was ever private.  What a joke!  Haha. But okay.  I guess I will just have to stick with my drafts in WordPress.  These words must be written.

There is nothing to writing.  You just sit down at the typewriter and bleed. ~ Ernest Hemingway

In my case it’s a keyboard but the sentiment is the same.

And my drafts are multiplying like rabbits.  Because we are in a really rough patch.  Everything sucks y’all.  I am not gonna lie.  Except by omission in not being brave enough to air all my dirty laundry.  Though truth be told, everything does not suck.  I am blessed beyond belief but every single time I discount my feelings regarding the flaws of life and say my problems are of the champagne variety, I marginalize myself.

And here it is still May … Mental Health Month.  Sweet Sue over at myloudbipolarwhispers is asking people to be brave and share their stories. I could share in the hopes of helping someone else but for some reason I can’t get past my shame.  The shame and stigma that we are all trying to end.


Oh well.  Eventually I will figure this out. If not, let worse come to worse because it is what it is.

As always, more to come.


#SoCS for 5/19/18 ~ Empty/Hollow

Good morning bloglandia.  Time once again for #SoCS.  Here is the prompt from Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “empty/hollow.” Use one, use both, entirely up to you. Enjoy!

Yesterday another school shooting.  Empty/hollow feelings.  Trying to move forward yet unable to escape this place in time.  The time of blame.  For all that ails.  If only.  What if?  Would have. Could have. Should have.  Regrets.  Unfortunately empty and hollow is easy.

Not feeling it today.  The stream is caught up on the rocks.  I turn it over to you. If you’d like to join this band of prompt respondents, look here for the rules and ping back.

As always, more to come.