I didn’t realize a salmon dinner is such a punishment; I (mistakenly) thought it was a privilege. All those unfortunate souls who aren’t able to access GLP1s should read how incredibly burdensome life is when a miracle drug doesn’t fix everything. Thank you Nyk.
Karen, I’ll take you at your word that it wasn’t meant with malice. That matters.
But I didn’t read your comment as a gentle reminder about gratitude. I read it as an accusation that Nyk was complaining about a luxury, salmon, a restaurant meal, access to medication, while people who have less go without. That’s not what I got from her story at all. She wasn’t complaining about any of that. I read a story describing what it costs to manage something internal that nobody else at the table could see.
I wasn’t offended. I just thought the comment came across as dismissive of her message, and I wanted to say that plainly instead of letting it sit.
She didn’t let it sit. Was the tone of her response measured and thoughtful, or did you detect malice in that? Anyway this is a moot point as the $160k debt keeps her out of restaurants. Perhaps you can gift her a P3PTYd shirt, Cliff.
Karen, I hope your intent wasn't to land the way that reads.
Nyk wrote something honest, and it clearly cost her something to write it. What you wrote reads less like disagreement and more like something else being taken out on her.
I don't know your story, and whatever is underneath that might be real and might be hard. But she doesn't deserve to carry that on top of her own.
Cliff, is a gentle written reminder that gratitude for access to GLP1s and for the privilege of a restaurant meal when so many cannot afford either really so offensive?
your bio says don’t cancel all Karens. girl. don’t come to my comments and invalidate what my people feel and then expect me not to. you canceled yourself.
Nyk captured something in this piece that most GLP-1 content never gets close to — the performance of “fine.” The salmon ordered in the parking lot before anyone saw. The hands that need somewhere to be. The smile that comes so naturally it doesn't feel fake anymore.
This is what I call the Validation Gap. Not the absence of people who love you. The absence of people who understand what you're actually carrying while you're laughing at the right times.
If you recognized yourself in this story, you aren't broken and you aren't alone. You're just doing an enormous amount of invisible work — and nobody at the table knows how much energy that takes.
That's exactly what After the Noise exists to name.
I didn’t realize a salmon dinner is such a punishment; I (mistakenly) thought it was a privilege. All those unfortunate souls who aren’t able to access GLP1s should read how incredibly burdensome life is when a miracle drug doesn’t fix everything. Thank you Nyk.
Karen, I’ll take you at your word that it wasn’t meant with malice. That matters.
But I didn’t read your comment as a gentle reminder about gratitude. I read it as an accusation that Nyk was complaining about a luxury, salmon, a restaurant meal, access to medication, while people who have less go without. That’s not what I got from her story at all. She wasn’t complaining about any of that. I read a story describing what it costs to manage something internal that nobody else at the table could see.
I wasn’t offended. I just thought the comment came across as dismissive of her message, and I wanted to say that plainly instead of letting it sit.
She didn’t let it sit. Was the tone of her response measured and thoughtful, or did you detect malice in that? Anyway this is a moot point as the $160k debt keeps her out of restaurants. Perhaps you can gift her a P3PTYd shirt, Cliff.
Karen, I hope whatever’s going on for you gets easier.
I’ve said what I needed to say. Take care of yourself.
Karen, I hope your intent wasn't to land the way that reads.
Nyk wrote something honest, and it clearly cost her something to write it. What you wrote reads less like disagreement and more like something else being taken out on her.
I don't know your story, and whatever is underneath that might be real and might be hard. But she doesn't deserve to carry that on top of her own.
Cliff, is a gentle written reminder that gratitude for access to GLP1s and for the privilege of a restaurant meal when so many cannot afford either really so offensive?
your bio says don’t cancel all Karens. girl. don’t come to my comments and invalidate what my people feel and then expect me not to. you canceled yourself.
You are so beautiful!
thank youuuu
Nyk captured something in this piece that most GLP-1 content never gets close to — the performance of “fine.” The salmon ordered in the parking lot before anyone saw. The hands that need somewhere to be. The smile that comes so naturally it doesn't feel fake anymore.
This is what I call the Validation Gap. Not the absence of people who love you. The absence of people who understand what you're actually carrying while you're laughing at the right times.
If you recognized yourself in this story, you aren't broken and you aren't alone. You're just doing an enormous amount of invisible work — and nobody at the table knows how much energy that takes.
That's exactly what After the Noise exists to name.
So well said!!