Brother...so angry I can't even spell!

Dooce is so much more than a Mommy Blog. I don't have kids, I'm not married, and yet I love reading. Happy Birthday, Leta! Take care, Heather!

Having a child is what turns a lot of people around.

There are countless stories of woman suffering depression nearly all their lives, yet upon having a child they are fullfilled...Find everything. Get a better grasp of things and head more boldly into the future. They love and are loved back in the purest way. They have a purpose and they realise in ways, they are blessed.

I don't mean this to be directed at Dooce, i'm just trying to make a little point of interest here.

Oh btw... I've been meaning to mention how much i love your daughters name/s. I havn't heard it before and am insanely jealous now! :-)

Anonymous,

I'm sorry to here about whats happening. Hang tough and have faith (for what its worth from a complete stranger). Having tough things going on in your life doesn't give you a free pass to throw class out the window. The ones I love are the one's who remain classy inspite of adversity. They smile through adversity. They offer love and support to others, inspite of adversity. They gain strengh from the challenges they face and from the ones that love them and stick by them. They don't show us all the "for rent" sign put up where sanity should lay in their heads as Holly's done. Hence our reaction. Its a matter of principal. (ramble, ramble, ramble)

Regardless, enough about her. Although her remarks horrified me, she isn't worth it. I'm sure she's lurched back to the corn field from where she came to frolick with the other possessed and murderous children.

Oh, Heather...
How lucky Leta is. I wish my mom taught me to use my middle finger, or would at least joke about it.

Holly - you just wish you were part of the Armstrong clan. I KNOW YOU DO - don't fucking deny it.

Dang Cold,

I'm not sure if you were addressing me throughout your message (the parts about not having class) or Holly?

Thanks for your well wishes nonetheless.

Also, I can't find the remark made by Holly that's got everyone upset. I'm referencing people in general.

I called my mom today and asked if there are any baby pictures of me with poop on my face. She hung up on me.

Leta!! You are finally a YEAR old *kinda*! I have watched you since I saw Janet Jackson's 40 year old tittie on TV!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Little One!!!! *i heart exclamation points*

Hey, Holly, you are right--ppd and regular depression are not the same thing. But, women who are have the regular depression are much more likely to have ppd. MUCH MORE LIKELY.

And I think you copmpletely suck.

Dammit, I wished I'd proofread what I typed before I hit post, like Holly did.

Dammit. I so can't type when I am this mad.

Susie, you just melted my heart.

all you blog savy people...can you tell me if there is a way to block certain people from coming to my blog? like ohhhhhhh best friend's nozy ass husbands?
I use blogger. I am fearing there is no way...but I want to know just in case.

Making it into the NYTimes before your first birthday ... that's a sign that wonderful things are in store for you Leta. Happy Birthday.

If you can do this to her now, I can't imagine what you'll do to her on Halloween.

Happy Birthday Leta!

What an adorable picture! You could ice a whole other cake with that icing!

As another Holly, It's kind of funny to hear everyone saying "suck it Holly!" I assure you I am one Holly that adores you, Dooce. As someone whose severe depression has been worsened tenfold by hormonal imbalances, I absolutely sympathize. So SUCK IT HOLLY!

(wow, that sounds really weird)

High five to Jaia for crudely appropriate, and damn funny too.

Oooh. Holly J.- that was kinky.

I am starting to get turned on by all the sucking round here.

clearly this was the picture that should've made nytimes frontpage

Dooce, you are me hero.

I once gave my nephew a vomit-flavored jellybean JUST TO SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE. And it was PRECIOUS. Sadly (or maybe fortunately), having no kids of my own, I am forced to experiment on my sister-in-law's kids.

Call me evil (or worse), but it was worth it, and I'll say the same thing to the devil when I go straight to hell.

....just getting back from "Mom's night out" and Susie, you rock!

Amberlyn- That is EXACTLY what I meant about it being great for some of us to hear of another woman's struggles with depression. Heather, we know you are not a saint, but your honesty has touched many. Thank You

GirlA - you and Dr Johnny Fever made me spit my caffeine-free Diet soda. At least my monitor is now really clean...

I just want to say thank you, Heather, for sharing your experience with post partum depression. I am still recovering from my own bout with PPD and it has meant a lot to me to come your site and read about your journey. I think you are gutsy and your sense of humour is awesome and inspiring.

Holly Holly Bo Bolly Nafattass Ho Holly Me My Go Fuck Yourself

I think we should all join hands and sing Kumbaya

Kumbaya My Lord...mmm hmmm hmmm OH LORD!! Kumbaya. ALTOGETHER NOW

And now for something completely different...

In the month since I've discovered Dooce, I believe I've read just about everything here.

One piece of trivia escapes me, and it's tearing me up inside, man!

Why is Chuck referred to as the Former Congressman??

I HOPE that's chocolate cake or frosting I see :-s

Cathi,
Because he's no longer Congressman Chuckles! :)

lol
-MiS

Yep, I'm another that had a kid when I already had clinical depression and then went on to get through PPD. And my mum (and her mum) both had depression before they had kids. Shit, maybe my family chain should be stopped.

I think Holly needs to look at the stats on how many depressed women there are in the world - A lot of women suffered from PPD or CD or both and yet somehow, we survive and our kids grow up loving, like Susie. What does that say?

And if you have never smeared food on your kids face purposely to take a photo I suggest you hurry up and do it (actually, I hope you dont' and never do have kids) because it is one of the more gratifying experiences of being a mother. ALong with teaching the dog to lick the said food off and then teaching the child to pull middle finger signs at internet trolls.

If you have that much of a problem with Dooce well, see that little x button in the corner? Click it. and don't come back - you critise Heather for her depression not seeming to realise that it's insensitive people like you who make it worse.

Dooce, you know we love you and that Leta loves you and that child is the cutest ever to be seen in the NYT. Congrats on surviving a whole year without another glance of janet jacksons tit and for entertaining a billion loyal followers. God Bless you. Or at least get the intern to send you flowers.

Oh and by the way, Holly... SUCK IT.

Dude, Idiot Holly thinks that Heather has a chemical dependency. AS IF.

If that were true, she would have TOTALLY shared the codeine with us, her peeps, long before now.

HEY, BRAINIAC, CHEMICAL DEPENDENCY AND CHEMICAL DEPRESSION ARE NOT THE SAME THING. Now go finger your own asshole and leave me alone. I'm done.

Susie, I know your comments were for Dooce, but they made me tear up as well. Three generations of depression down through the women in my family. My grandmother was born in the days before the "good AD'S" and was put through ECT. An awful thing to happen to a lovely woman.

The only times that it has presented a problem was when one of those women DIDN'T 'fess up and ask for help. Otherwise? Tons of love and help and we all came out of it as highly functioning adults with wonderful relationships who received advanced degrees from Big 10 schools.

Surviving depression makes you more empathic and sensitive and compassionate to others. Getting treated for depression makes you a kickass survivor, often with a hefty sense of humor and humility.

All good traits for great parents.

I can't wait to be one. PPD? I'm already planning for it and plan to get treated right away. The genetics counselor gave us a 20% chance of having a child susceptible to depression. Having depression doesn't mean that your life has to completely suck.

But it often means having to put up with uneducated, non-compassionate people who suck...either out of ignorance or crassness.

Bad Holly, you're my one person for this week. And I give you my permission to bite me. But you will have to get in line behind Hochman and la depressionata. After that, step off Stepford Girl.

Oh my God, forgive me, for I had something really AMAZING to say, and just before I started typing, my husband was all "Hey, come to bed, I need somewhere to park my hoo-ha"

20 minutes of reading through comments DOWN THE DRAIN.

Sometimes I hate men.

But not as much as I hate people like "holly" (psh, yeah, THAT'S her real name).

Did he really say he needed to park his hoo-ha? Or are you just paraphrasing?

I hope thats not poop.

I had to smear icing on my son's face on his first birthday too. He had an immature gag reflex and couldn't eat solids until later in life.
If I gave him solid food he vomited......all over Holly.

I think Holly has a very strong point about Dooce's 'PPD' AND about smearing chocolate all over Leta's face.
so, as a newcomer to this site (thanks to NYT) I'll love and leave you all at that.

I stumbled across this website a few months ago and was intrigued with the story of Heather’s “dooce” experience. I liked her writing style and found myself sucked into her accounts of her battle with depression, as I myself have children and have suffered from PPD and chronic depression. But over time, I have become disgusted with this site, with Heather’s prejudice against a religion, her defensiveness, and with all of your fanaticism. I mean, WOW.

Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t agree with Holly. I think she was rude and insensitive, but it was her opinion, and Heather does allow comments, so these kinds of hateful comments are to be expected, especially when you “bare your soul” with a readership as widely publicized as dooce.com.

My point is, with a few exceptions, none of you actually KNOW the Armstrongs. Heather is a persona; you see pictures, you read her stories, but YOU DON’T KNOW HER. You don’t! You know you don’t! You can’t.

Mark Twain said that most writers regard truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are most economical in its use. Heather is an awesome writer. VERY talented. But she doesn’t tell you everything, regardless of her open writing style. Why should she?

Yet you are quick to CRUCIFY anyone who in any way crosses her. You rally the forces, you spend countless hours of your precious time telling people YOU DON’T KNOW to fuck off and suck it for daring to criticize a blogger you’ve never met. You obsessively compliment her site, her husband, and her daughter (a legitimate cutie-pie, BTW) and play yes-men to her every column. Can she ever be wrong? Would you admit it?

Oh, and before you waste countless hours crucifying ME, never fear, I will not be coming back. Save your (typewritten) breath as your hate mail will be in vain.

(Good luck, Heather. You inspire many women with your stories about battling depression. It is actually more compelling then your “dooce” story. But chill out on Mormons. Posters who have been flogged before for saying it were right and you know it. Just because you had a bad experience with a religion doesn’t give you the right to fan the fires of hatred. Even if you are being cynical and silly, people take you seriously.)

Happy Birthday Leta!

Bye- damn it. You don't get it. We don't come to Dooce.com because we think we "know" Heather. We come here because it brings us joy.

We visit other web sites that we love, and would jump someones shit there too if they were behaving in an cruel/insane manner.

It's perfectly fine not to agree with Dooce about everything. It's different to attack her character or her parenting. Or her child!

If you didn't notice, around election time there were a lot of people commenting here that had very different opinions. By the end almost everyone was able to have those differences and still play nice. Play nice- ringing any bells?

No? How about this? "Fuck off" and "SUCK IT"! And *buh-bye*.

When God smites byes ass she will be singing a different tune. LMAO. We are ALL going to burn in hell I am afraid.

One of the side-effects with writing comedic is that there are a few people who will take you 100% seriously and agree with you.

Another one is that a few people will take you 100% seriously and disagree with you.

Even though they both got "you" wrong.

I don't really eat shit or forcefeed my blog pharmaceuticals you know. Just to clarify. It's somewhere in between.

You got it Bucky. lol

P.S. Along the lines of your Iran comment:
Shame is a learned behavior.
Shame is the primary tool of fascists everywhere, organized or individuals.

Visiting by way of article in NYT. You guys need to get your shit together and get off this website. You're fucking drones.

What abuses has Heather suffered by way of her religion? Her family seems pretty together. What does her experience with religion have to do with pedophile priests? Or Iran?

Get a life.

You add it to the tag.

Girl A.! Metro! People are getting picked on. There is injustice in the world. Tell me to calm my ass down!

BYE!!!
Chill out on mormons? What the fuck? Mormons are what I call the UGLY people. Not because of their actual physical ugliness, but due to that self-righteous look they give those (like me) that don't buy into their bullshit anymore. Leave them and they still like you while there is a chance that you might return (with your 10%), once they know for sure you ain't coming back. They look down on you. After giving away years of our lives to their church, I think we have the right to beat it down as often as we like. Not so much because we now see behind the curtain, but because of their betrayal to us by their re-writing of history and lying to us.
BTW, I speak for myself. And do not pretend to speak for the other thousands that are leaving that religion in droves.
Oh yeah, and now that I am on topic. And as you might have noticed. Pissed off! Tell the mormon church to leave the rest of us alone and we might cut them some slack. Until they stop bothering us knocking on our doors, I will continue to tell them what I think of them when I see them on the street.