Okay, so yesterday I posted about a recent date night with my wife and our visit to our local bookstore. I alluded to an incident that gave us a really good laugh. It was simple... and kind of sad.
You've seen these books "...for Dummies", right? Somebody's been putting these out for several years now. Admittedly, as insulting as the series title seems to be, there are some books that even I might benefit from:
I don't want to be called a dummy. I'm not a dummy. But, ...okay, I'm "dumb" about some stuff.
However, I was not ready for this title on the shelf: Depression for Dummies. What?
So, the reader who's looking for help with depression is already thinking trash-talk about him/herself. They already feel insignificant, devalued, discouraged,... maybe even dumb. But, look! Here's help!
Are you kidding me?
Whose idea was this and why did they think it might be helpful?
That's really dumb.
