i've heard all kinds of people talk about this urge and thought it was a myth. until i met the writings of sigmund freud.

i picked up a sort of taster-pack volume of some of his essays from some thrift store 50 cent table. on the premise that i'm all grown up now, i've been a rock-solid feminist for 25 years, freud holds no terrors for me. i also thought the kind of lunacy people attribute to him must be another myth.

well, it is not. some of what i read was kind of interesting - i didn't realise, for instance, that there was ever a time when people might not realise dreams are an outgrowth of whatever is bothering us. but when he went sideways and started to haver, oh lord. it wans't even especially misogynist. my outrage was 100% logical.

i've never felt such a (repeated) urge to yell "what?? no it isn't!"