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Adventures in Healing and Dogsitting

Katie Estes is a freelance designer, art director, photographer and stylist. She sometimes writes too. 

A History of Bad Men

Katie Estes

We all make choices. Often we choose partner humans based off of too little information or some overtly external factor that makes our egos squeal. Or maybe the information is simply false; there is the tendency to perform in the beginning. When the watercolor thin veneer does start to run at the slightest hint of truth, you might wonder, what happened? I planned this so well. 

The title here, credit belonging to the Melvins, lays things out pretty clearly, I'd like to think. How many Bad Men does it take to make a History? Five. It takes five. Five bad men make a history. It does not have to be consecutive, mind you. A good 18 years will give some fine perspective. Throw a few nice ones in there too, so you know the difference.  

Some say sludge metal doesn't inspire the way, say, classical music inspires you to concentrate on your math homework. (Do they, Katie? Who says that?) I don't know, I read it somewhere once. But, I disagree. I find it has cleansing, healing properties; the ability to politely flush away the bad men, just like the used toilet paper they treated me like. 

I would be grossly oversimplifying to say that this cleansing can be done in one Melvins song. Therefore I created a playlist for those suffering from the influence of Bad Men or heck, even the Bad Men themselves. Forewarning: this is for medicinal purposes only, these selections, based off of the 5 stages of grief, have the potential to make one feel...uncomfortable. Use as you see fit. 

1. Denial
2. Anger
3. Bargaining
4. Depression
5. Acceptance

*Note that acceptance starts with Avail and has many more offerings. Skip straight there if that's where you are at. 

This can all end one of two ways.

The first possibility is best described again with the lyrical help of the Melvins:

"I begged her to shoot me in the head
she took my gun and shot my leg instead.
The way she held my gun and looked at me with rage
told me that everything was OK and I survived."


You can work through that rage, with or without the gun, and find yourself a nice nurse who goes with you to the Emergi-Clinic on Valentines Day and charts out your six prescriptions for the next two weeks. Or maybe that's just me. 

*Nurse not guaranteed.