Programming Note : Due to work schedule, I will be posting infrequently for the next few weeks. Thank you in advance for your understanding.   ► In the old days, dorm rooms were typically decorated with posters, small futon, and whatever crap your parents unloaded on you. When I went to college, my dorm room was decorated with posters of 1980s & 1990s bands and the periodic table of beer, a small side table missing a corner piece and a peacock wicker chair from Pier 1 that my mom hated so I took it. Today's college students would look down in disgust at this.  Nowadays students from entitled families are hiring dorm interior design services who charge up to $10,000 to decorate a dorm room. No longer does a freshman have to put up with a plywood bed and desk. They can now have a luxury headboard, wallpaper, window coverings, bed linens, custom furniture, artwork, and anything else a college freshman needs to tell the world, "I'm rich, bitch...

    There’s a particular kind of damage you can’t photograph. The kind that doesn’t show up on red carpets or mugshots. It creeps into the corners of lives — famous or not — and leaves a residue that’s hard to clean. It’s called inherited trauma, and trauma doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it rides in on war or poverty, but sometimes it’s hand-delivered by your mother or father, wrapped in gaslighting, manipulation, and control. Sometimes it whispers through generations, hiding behind family photos and holiday dinners, dressed up as duty, silence, or shame.  Welcome to the world of narcissistic parents, where you’re not a child — you’re an accessory. A trophy. Or worse, competition. For some, the roles are obvious: the golden child, the scapegoat. For others, the trauma is subtle, shapeshifting, dressed in matching outfits and forced smiles. The wound is real even when the audience claps.  Narcissistic parents don’t raise children. They raise extensions of themselves...