Brain Changes

I'm still getting used to the changes having a baby wreaks in your brain, and one of those is that Intervention is a lot harder to watch than it used to be. I love that show, and while I don't have the DVR set to record it regularly, it's easy to get sucked in when it's on. It's important TV as a documentary of twenty-first-century sadness. All of which is to say that, while it was not easy to sit through before, the one I caught recently, which featured a girl who stripped for a living and was addicted to injecting oxycontin, was tougher than usual. That doesn't mean it didn't stop me from wondering why drug addicts continue to fall for the line that they're going to be part of a documentary on addiction, as opposed to realizing they're about to get intervened on, but when her mom talked about what a happy baby she was and the editors put up pictures of, indeed, a sweet baby, I guess I realized more viscerally that, yes, even the strippers injecting oxycontin were once babies, some of them from normal, loving homes. It's dumb even to type it because it's so obvious, but, with all the other things there are to worry about, I hadn't even gotten around to that one yet.