Given that it was such a sad and desperate act, it would be nice to be able to say that Phillip Perea really was a little guy ground to dust by the gears of a merciless media entity, but unfortunately the online trail he leaves behind shows that it wasn’t the news business that drove him crazy — he was pretty far down that road long before he ran afoul of Fox News’s Television Stations division.
(NOTE: This post doesn’t count towards your meter) A quick heads up from Management HQ – some Banter members have complained about ads showing up. We are aware of the problem and are working on figuring out why this is happening. It is frustrating, but the problem should be fixed very soon. Our apologies! Ben
As part on an ongoing series, every writer at The Daily Banter will be penning an essay titled ‘What is The Daily Banter?’ Given this was my idea, it was only fair that I go first (well, everyone else on the team took the other dates so I sort of had to to go first…).
I don’t have anything particularly clever to say about the site or what we do – I’m hoping that should be evident given the amount of writing we’ve been doing these past three years. But I would like to share a bit about the beginnings site and how it got to where it is today.
“I turn 45 on Thursday. This birthday feels infinitely more daunting than my 40th, mostly because over the past five years I’ve finally begun to feel my age. There are people who tell you that age is simply a number or a state of mind. They’re lying. You can try to “think young” all you’d like but eventually your body tells you to go fuck yourself, and the realization of that is what adjusts your overall attitude whether you like it or not. I’m not who I was even a few years ago and there’s no way around it. Granted, my life changed drastically in 2006 when I had a tumor the size of a pinball — does anyone even play pinball anymore? Is that a dated reference? — pulled out of my head. My brain chemistry and various aspects of what made me me were altered overnight, but in spite of a few hiccups it didn’t feel like it had the power to truly cripple me until the years piled on top of the trauma. Now, at the age of 45, I can’t tell how much of the figurative weight I feel on me as I get out of bed each morning is my age and how much is the aftermath of the surgery, even all these years later.”