Dear readers happy Stephen Fry Appreciation Monday!
It is 17 days until our trip! (Yes I have started counting, now I only need to get this ruddy cold out of the way.) And still no pub suggestions, honestly people where am I going to have my beer?! And I know someone from Norwich has popped by – the all seeing Google analytics eye told me.
Yesterday I was perusing what I could write about (I still refuse to see Spice World movie on principle) and I stumbled upon Shrink rap. With Stephen Fry. I know I was shocked too.
And let me tell you, there is a reason why I cannot watch reality shows (well apart from Project Runway) I’m a complete and utter wimp. And here I was thinking I’m a snarky cow and nothing can surprise me anymore. Tssss
“Shrink Rap is an attempt to allow people not to be under pressure of performing, not to feel that they have to present the ideal self, the one that is always adorable and perfect and funny and together. This allows people to bring forward the true self, to not always tell the official story.”
The premise is good enough – talk show with a twist, but if it was a reality show it would be something along the lines “Today’s episode of Gyno’s office – how one woman embraced her thrush”. My point is – there is a reason why therapy is conducted in private.
Now lets get it straight I don’t have much experience with therapy. In primary school we were tested and then had to have a talk with a psychologist whose duty was to advise us what type of school would be the best choice for secondary education. I was told I was not good at maths (well duh, I could have told you that without the tests honestly!). So my experience is very limited and I am not the best judge whether dr. Connolly is any good as therapist.
And the reason I say I am a wimp because it was excruciating to watch. At least for me it was. For the life of me I don’t understand why Mr. Fry even agreed to it, to a bystander ( ie me) it looked like an exercise in masochism.
She started innocently enough, waffling on about lifts and earliest memories. To give her credit our lovely Mr. Fry is smart, he was always 2 steps ahead of her but she did manage to hold her own and point him back to the question. But when she asked him for the third time “Yes Stephen but would you say you were sexually abused and/or sodomized?” (referring to losing his virginity to an older boy) I wanted to slap her silly.
I know I am extremely fond of the man and he did agree to it after all and I have a ruddy cold and I’m irritated as hell, but you cannot bully him into saying something like that unless he has digested it and is ready to say it. I am not a psychologist, but I know that much. Isn’t the point of therapy to listen and interpret not interpret without listening?
No wonder the poor man spent most of the interview with his eyes shut. Lord.
Be as it may, our lovely Mr. Fry is much braver man then I will ever be.
Actually when I think about it there is no hope for me, I was mortified on his behalf when she asked him (with a straight face) “So Stephen how does it feel to have your penis in a vagina?” No wonder I cannot watch The Apprentice. Or even worse Big Brother.