Without doubt, the most coveted role-playing game presently on the market is ‘Perinatal Perils’ from PlayStation. You are Molly, a 25 year old suffering from schizoaffective disorder that has just given birth to twins. The object of the game is to steer Molly through 12 emotionally charged levels (each representing one month following parturition) in which you must cope with symptoms ranging from run-of-the-mil ‘baby blues’ and restlessness to full-blown postpartum psychosis and obsessive worrying about your children’s safety. In the fight against peripartum depression you wield several weapons, including Talk Therapy, Lithium and trying to take naps when the babies are napping. This game is rated M (Mature) for violence, excessive prescription drug use, and engendering feelings of guilt and utter worthlessness in the player.
committing philosophical genocide, one argument at a time!
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No actual chickens were harmed during the making of this blog
About Me
- I am an intellectual packrat—with interests ranging from quantum physics to involuntary celibacy. Stuffed Koala bears freak me out (I had a bad experience okay) and I absolutely despise the colour orange. In fact, I think the colour orange should be banned. (Indigo on the other hand is a colour I can appreciate…you can never have too much indigo!) And while we’re on the topic of pet peeves, why is it that badgers are always so damn grouchy. All they do is sleep, shag, and eat honey and berries all day; what could they possibly have to be grumpy about? Okay, I’m done ranting. No wait, one more tid-bit you need to know about me. There are two things I hate more than anything else: (1) overly simplistic dichotomies and (2) the people that make them.