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It says right on the bottle: NOT to be taken with alcohol. The pamphlet included carries significant warnings about possible side effects, especially when mixed with alcohol. If you're too stupid to follow simple directions you have no business taking pharmaceuticals. You can't blame the drug when you knowingly, willingly, deliberately disregard the facts.
"Maybe readers here ought to consider the value of Tessa's honesty, rather than attack her social status. After all, better for the wealthy to be open about their foibles; it reminds us that we all share the same problems, no matter what strata we (troll) in. -- joshstrike"
No, we ALL don't, Josh. We all don't blithely admit we encourage and prefer our partners abuse drugs and alcohol to make them more fun and buy us classy presents and make the sex better. Tessa doesn't get points for honesty when she doesn't mea culpa, when she chooses to write about this phase as some cute little anecdote from her past she wants to share with us. Where's the introspection? Where's the lessons learned about self-respect, about what it's like to be in a truly committed relationship, about taking responsibility for her behavior...instead of blaming the boyfriend and the drug and the alcohol (all of which she encouraged)?
Follow the themes of many Salon articles and writers as well as the letters to the editor supporting them: "I want the freedom to behave as I choose without consequence for my actions." Well, that is just wrong. And pointing that out isn't class warfare, isn't sexism, isn't even politics. It's just speaking truth to power. Salon used to do that on a regular basis, and used to do it well. But now Tessa Blake joins Farhaoo Manjoo, Ayalet Waldman, and the cast of Broadsheet--all under Joan Walsh's 'guidance'--to print this shit and call it fertilizer.
I'm not buying it.