The Tooth Fairy Wants to Hurt You

This was written by Tina Gower who is really me, but more sophisticated and writes science fiction and fantasy in her spare time.

The Tooth Fairy Wants to Hurt You 

Good morning fellow aspiring mythical creature psychologists and blog followers.

In past installments of this column we’ve discussed the suicidal tendencies of Santa Claus, evidence of the Easter Bunny’s spiral into dementia, and Humpty Dumpty’s recovery from self-mutilating behaviors.  In this week’s edition I’m going to profile one of our newest potential dangers in the magical realm: the Tooth Fairy.

The idea to dissect the personality of the Tooth Fairy came to me while describing her to my nephew. He had a toothache and wanted to know what would happen if it fell out. When I described the strange fantastical creature sneaking into his room to steal a body part in exchange for money, his eyes grew to the size of the promised quarters that fairy would leave him, and the corners of his lips quivered. I too became concerned, realizing what trickery had been pulled on the unsuspecting public. In an attempt to calm him, I backpedaled a bit and really played up the money part. As he calculated the potential secret bank in his mouth, I began assembling a worrisome profile.

Left only my knowledge of the severely disturbed I’d gained while watching Snapped, a cable T.V. true crime show, I conducted some Internet research. I concluded we all have a propensity towards some mental weakness that usually presents itself in stressful times. We don’t all need to be diagnosed and medicated; it’s just useful to identify what proclivities we fall back on in a vulnerable state.

Children and parents capitalize on these neuroses. They receive toys due to St. Nicholas’ difficulty controlling his manic impulses, and delight in the forgetfulness of the Easter Bunny taking items and leaving them in odd places around the yard. The abuse of the fragile mental state of the Tooth Fairy is no different.

The Tooth Fairy is an obsessive-compulsive personality. The disorder is anxiety based, so she’s surely developed spasms or a twitch.  She undoubtedly has a tooth ring in her nose, because what self-respecting bone collector wouldn’t put an example of her finest compendium on her face somewhere.  She leaves money in the place of a coveted trophy, which means she feels compelled to keep things equal and fair. This is the most interesting aspect of her personality. If she feels things are imbalanced in some way, there is a chance that her obsession could lead to depression or fits of anger. Due to the evidence of her cheerful productivity worldwide I’m afraid it’s the latter.

Then there’s the problem of what she might be doing with all these teeth. Adding all the children in the world for generations means there is either an unnoticed mountain sized pile of baby teeth or she assimilates her collection in some other craft project. In past conversations with my colleagues, we believed she made them into necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and other fine jewelry, but I never truly divulged what I feared most. Since I don’t see many women proudly wearing baby teeth necklaces and matching earrings, she’s more likely grinding the bones and sculpting them into tea sets.

She’s possibly drawn to extracurricular activities that feed into her rage, while also fostering her love for children. So, she regularly attends little league games and ballet dance recitals.

Now that we have a clear profile of our subject, and where we might instruct the local law enforcement to capture her, we need to address the level of risk.

I suspect she’s armed, probably with a dental tool of some type, like the small hook scrapper the hygienist uses to remove plaque. The fairy also may create a weapon with the battery-operated drill she uses for grinding her collections into dust for her fine china. And I don’t think I need to stress that deep down the Tooth Fairy wants to hurt you. Each time she enters a home, the one thing that keeps her from killing us all in our sleep is the reciprocity she feels when we leave her our children’s teeth.

This does not mean that she cannot be rehabilitated. We have the ability in applied behavioral and cognitive therapies to channel her urges and deliver her back to society as a loving and cherished member of our mythical creature community. Once restrained and approached, I think she’d welcome the help if she knew it was available to her. We’d need to assure her that she is still adored and we would keep her recovery confidential, closing her records from public knowledge. I’d only refer to her by the initials T.F. in blog posts updating the treatment of her psychosis.

There are, of course, medications available for her particular disorder, but as my regular blog followers know, I don’t actually have a degree in psychology. Although, I do read the occasional self-help book, I’ve gathered the majority of my wisdom from CSI and crime novels. Until the American Psychological Association recognizes our profession, we will be limited in available treatments. And psychologists don’t usually prescribe medication; psychiatrists do, as one helpful commenter pointed out last month. I’m quite pleased that WiFi is now available under bridges, so trolls can join our discussions.

Thank you for reading the blog! If you leave a comment today we are giving away free mouthwash in a pepper spray can and floss, both items that will come in handy to capture our latest wanted creature. Looking forward to our next post where I’ve prepared a list of popular cartoon characters for members to match to their respective diagnoses. Winner will receive a copy of my upcoming book:  Why Grimm’s Fairy Tales had it Right – A Haunting Look into the Troubled Minds of our Most Beloved Fairy Tales. 

And as always, remember the three M’s: Mythical, Magical, or Maniacal?

 

Dr.* Phil Jones

Amateur Mythical Psychologist

Google University Graduate

27 Mythical Minds Saved (and counting!)

* – Honorary Doctorate bestowed by Jim Dyson from Jim’s Big Blog of Layman’s Psychology, January 2012.

 

I love comments! Every comment gets us one step closer to catching that dangerous creature. 

Facebook Talk Crazy to Me One Day

From my rant desk:

I don’t care who you are: best friend, sibling, second cousin, stranger on my facebook feed—if you make a broad comment about a group of people, lump them into one labeled group, and then follow with some “observation” about said group—I’m going to think you’re a tweaker.

And I’m going to guess 70% of people will think this about you at some point, because the day will come when you put them in a labeled group. Sure your friends will laugh at your cleaver meme share. Maybe you get a handful of likes. But the day will come when you make fun of a group they (or someone they admire) belong and then you’ve planted a weed in your flower garden of friendship.

If you delete comments you don’t agree with, if you attack instead of discuss different opinions, if you call names*—you might be a tweaker. Please tweakers, don’t sell your soul and alienate your friends for a couple of empty Facebook likes.

“But I’m standing up for what I believe in!” – No actually what your doing is showing me how much you HATE a group of people. Instead, rationally explain yourself. Tell me your fears, worries, personal experiences and then let me do the same. I will respect you. I will applaud you, even if I can’t bring myself to agree with you.

Whenever a huge national debate sweeps Facebook like Gay Rights, Welfare, Gun Control, Presidential Elections, People of Walmart…arguments on both sides get pretty nasty and guess what? It’s usually the same people pooping in the social media party punch bowel.

If you’re upset about something and feel that we do not have all the information, then please educate. I’ve actually learned a lot about certain issues, because people I opposed gave me valid information to consider. Don’t be one of people who stoop to name-calling and uneducated, uninformed memes.

Every time you leave a comment you keep one more tweaker from sharing a hateful message disguised as a cuddly cat meme. 

*worst offenders to name-calling are usually lumping everyone into one political group. Seriously? If you want proof that political groups can’t make a decision even amongst themselves then do yourself a favor and watch a primary debate. I see environmental Republicans and gun hugging Democrats all the time–don’t pretend they don’t exist.

Some People Run Marathons

Right now I’m staring at 300 pages and 62,000 words. I haven’t written a blog post in a very long time and those 300 pages and 62,000 words are why. On top of that, I’ve completed about ten thousand words of short-short stories (under 5,000 words) for a total of another 15,000 words and started several more. This is in only the last six months.

Why am I even talking about this? Am I bragging?

Totally.

Let’s call this what it is. I’m flabbergasted I’ve made it this far. I’m betting this is what it feels like for people who run marathons. They sign up for a fun activity, they need a hobby, but secretly they’ve always wanted to push themselves past some imagined limit.

Can you imagine yourself achieving the one thing you’ve dreamed about your whole life? The dream people scoff at as if it were the equivalent to winning the lottery?

How about smaller dreams? You just want to better yourself or stay in shape.  When you make your goals smaller and achieve them then it’s time to move them up, keep raising that bar.

And that is all I’m doing.

Some people run a marathon and I’ve chosen to write a novel. But just like a race I don’t expect to come in first place the first time. My goals are not connected to success. Instead I connect them to something measurable: completion by a certain date.

This is the time of year people start thinking of resolutions and yearly goals. Several years ago I didn’t wait for New Years I just started. I think this worked for me. So do whatever it takes to make it work for you.

So this concludes my update post.

I love comments! Every time you comment rainbows and glitter will appear, you will save a puppy or kitty. Not realistic? This post has been all about pushing yourself to believe the impossible and you might as well start now 🙂

On Winning and People Who Are Made of Awesome

Every year I watch, no stalk actually, the Writers of the Future Workshop attendees. I like to visit their blogs, read their stories. I imagine what it must be like to win the largest international science fiction and fantasy contest. This last April, I watched the live steaming of the awards show, giggling over references to how people answered the famous “Phone Call” from Joni Labaqui (the contest director).

One person joked they couldn’t stop saying “WOW” over and over. This stuck with me. I thought, “I’ll have to remember in a few years, if I ever get a shot, to not say ‘wow’. I’ll actually talk to poor Joni.”

Instead I said “Oh my God.” Over and over when she called to tell me I was chosen as one of eight finalists. Luckily, I shared that phone call with fellow Finalist Holly Heisey and she only heard me say it once before Joni cut off the speakerphone. I think I murmured “Oh my God” a few more times and every once in a while realized my sub vocalizations were actually being uttered out loud.

I vowed to be prepared when she called again.

Another reoccurring joke mentioned at the awards ceremony was that Joni would say: “Are you sitting down?”  — and then that meant you’d just won. For those who’d gotten Finalist previously, and not won, they said the phone calls would go different. She would mention that ** enter famous SF/F author here ** really liked your story and then would wave her motivational mojo, thus leaving you ecstatic at the news you thought would disappoint you.

So I knew when Joni called me back a few weeks after judging I’d either hear: “Are you sitting down?” Or “Jerry Pournelle loved your story.”

Well, she had to leave a message, because for some reason my phone didn’t ring. I got a text alerting me to the fact she had called. And then a phone call from my husband when I was trying to read the text. The phone call from my husband went something like this: “Answer the darn phone!! Joni just called you back. Call me as soon as you call her.” He also added he felt it sounded like good news from her message. I knew from reports of past finalists that Joni sounds happy all the time, so I couldn’t put too much into that.

When she said, “Are you sitting down…?” Then I knew.

I’d won first place.

I think it’s taken me so long to update my blog, because I went into a state of shock and denial. I kept thinking she’d call me back and apologize. They’d maybe tallied the results wrong. After all, I’m a long time struggler with the English language. I never learned the secret handshake to get into the special club. All the famous writers would out me as soon as they saw me. They’d see I misplaced my oxford comma, slipped on a colon, and know I was a fake.

The contest can’t take it back now. They sent out a fancy PR announcement the same day I got the call. It got me thinking about all the people who helped me along the way. I didn’t get here on my own.

My family was huge motivators to my success and fellow writers on the Writers of the Future board. We have built a nice supportive community and I’ve benefited from the feedback from others, as well as the general posts where people who are publishing more than me give away insights into the profession and craft.

There are two writers who I feel have given a lot to the fellow writers and they “pro’ed out” of the contest. It means they sold too many stories to be eligible for entering the contest. The contest is meant to be for aspiring authors and if you’re selling regularly to professional markets then your not considered “aspiring” but a professional.

Annie Bellet is one author who recently became too awesome and professional for the contest. You can read one of her stories here:

Annie Bellet: No Gift of Words

And then you can check out the rest of her work here:

http://www.anniebellet.com/

She has an amazing literary style and she’s been to some of the top notch writing workshops like Clarion and Dean W. Smith/Kristine K. Rusch. Anyone who is looking for an excellent story should definitely give Annie a read. Then take a look at her impressive publication list over on Amazon.

Gwendolyn Clare is another author who I’d admired when I first started participating in the Writers of the Future.  Her stories have appeared in a number of the most sought after publications. Many professional writers dream of publishing in Asimov’s or Clarkesworld and Gwen has published in both.

http://www.gwendolynclare.com/

I remember being floored by her story “Iron Oxide Red” in Daily Science Fiction a few years ago. Warning, it’s not a story for everybody, but it is extremely powerful in the theme it explores.

Martin Shoemaker is not a pro’ed out writer. He is still eligible for the contest and has received two Finalists, but no wins. Yet.

http://martinlshoemaker.com/

He is pretty much the only reason I have a win to brag about. When the online system closed prematurely on New Years Eve, the day of the Quarter One deadline, I had assumed the universe was trying to tell me it would be another reject. Why try? He googled the nearest all night postal service and cheered me on while my husband and I reformatted the story for a paper submission and rushed it off to the post office with minutes to spare.

He also happens to be one of my favorite short story authors with stories in Digital Science Fiction Magazine and other stories he’s made available on Amazon. The Mother Anthony is by far one of the best short stories I’ve read. Months after I’ve read it, maybe it’s been a year, either way the story still sticks with me. It’s about a teacher who is sent off on an exploration mission in space. She teaches the children on the ship. For 99 cents you can see what I mean:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Mother-Anthony-ebook/dp/B006C1ST2M

There are two more authors. I haven’t read their work yet, but they are on my “to read” mountain… er pile. I completely admire their work ethic and professionalism.  Amanda McCarter and Thomas K. Carpenter.

Thank you everyone who’s inspired me. The real list is much longer. You’re made of awesome.

I love comments! Every time you leave a comment you’ll boost a hard worker who should be famous into the limelight.