along with Pretty/Handsome, both supposedly in production.

Lalola will be called Eva Adams, with the title role played by Rhea Seehorn. The pilot is complete, but not scheduled yet as far as I can tell.

Pretty/Handsome features a married father of two who tells his wife and teenage sons that he is transsexual.

Unfortunately, the series was canceled during prescreening, although I understand the prescreeners are available through Torrent and other download sites.

You can find more about both on IMDB.

Cheers,

Puddin'

...that many unequivocally female athletes, even by her standards, are on such restrictive diets and extraordinary exercise regimes, meant to lower their percentage of "wasteful" body fat and bulk up muscle, that they no longer menstruate or ovulate and many have essentially no breasts.

Cheers,

Puddin'

...which basically holds that everyone is their own little solipsistic gestalt, irreducibly created by the entire sum of their experiences. She, and her ilk, who are numerous, hold that the experience of being "perinatally pinked," coined by Naomi Scheman to refer to those who were identified and treated as female, with all that entails, very near the time of their births, is an integral part of her concept of womanhood.

Ms Scheman was very consistent in this, and held that the same principle applied (as it must) to her sense of Jewishness, firmly grounded in the Ashkenazi experience under Hitler, and nearly incomprehensible to, much less in any sense "the same" as the experience of, a Jew living in Yemen, for one example amongst many.

It's very difficult to argue against this position in any real sense as, on a very deep level, it's true for all of us.

If we've experienced, let's say, the loss of a parent or child, isn't there in all of us a lingering resentment when confronted with a blithe idiot who, having experienced neither of these things, assures you with facile ignorance that "he knows exactly how you feel."

The fact is that, however one may attempt to be sympathetic, there is some knowledge that will escape us until, and unless, the "same thing" happens to us, and even then the total experience may differ in some essential detail from any superficial resemblance to another's.

What she fails to acknowledge, however, is that any solipsism is egocentric by its very nature, since the solitary self is all that one can truly know, mediated through the lens of one's own individual experiences, so any sense of fellowship, or sisterhood, is necessarily false, a delusion that one can maintain only by ignoring the real differences which do exist between the Self and any putative Other.

In this entirely personal viewpoint, the only person who can feel *exactly* like *I* feel is *me*.

The only person who can truly sympathise with "the troubles I've seen" is me.

And in the end, the rest of the world doesn't matter, because the rest of the world may not exist, or may be said to "exist" in an ambiguous state of nebulous unreality, with no guaranteed actuality beyond the experience of it within one's own mind.

Cheers,

Puddin'
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Nobody knows the trouble I've seen.
Glory Hallelujah.
-- Old spiritual song.

Lines from a Peanuts strip:

Lucy: I missed school yesterday because I had a cold.......

Linus: There must be something going around. Lots of kids have been getting colds.

Lucy: Mine was a lot worse though.

Linus: Why?

Lucy: Because it happened to me!