Have any of ya'll seen one of these? It's a lovely little piece of fabric shaped into a figure and stuffed, then decorated with fringe for hair. The legs and arms are long enough to grab onto, after which you just swing it around or hit something with it, over and over. Dammit, you say, Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! and you hit something with it, something inanimate that can absorb your frustration and aggressive impulses, sort of a dynamic voodoo doll. I needed a Dammit Doll yesterday to swing around and hit things with, as opposed to my righteous tirades on Facebook about that damn United Nations treaty. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I could have said and maybe even worked up a sweat as opposed to an existential nausea. There's something so unnerving about taming the ego, or at least making attempts. I know that hope springs eternal but it also springs foolish.
