The other day it occurred to me that if celebrity chef Rachael Ray ever had occasion to address that mental state characterized by ingrained melancholy, she’d invent a chirpy name for it, like depresh. Ray has her own language, as many of you know, replete with made-up terms: EVOO, sammies, and Yum-O. Then there’s her pet food, Nutrish.
Depresh: mental illness, now with extra whimsy.
In that vein, today is Charles Darwin’s 210th birthday, and I read on Twitter that he once sent the following in a letter:
“I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everybody & everything. One lives only to make blunders. I am going to write a little Book for Murray on orchids & today I hate them worse than everything so farewell & in a sweet frame of mind, I am
Ever yours
Darwin”
Darwin, it is commonly known, suffered…
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