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[starzki]

It turns out there was a full review of my article only a month after I submitted it.  It also appears that I deleted the email with all of the reviews.  Oops.  I feel terrible about that.  But it my defense, I used to get about 100 spam emails on my school account per day.  I used to start each morning hacking away and deleting every single email whose return address I didn't immediately recognize (I once almost deleted an email from one of my oldest friends because she changed her name after getting married and I forgot).  But after a slightly annoyed email to the editor of the journal, he wrote back and resent the reviews.  They're surprisingly positive.  Yay!  One reviewer even said that I should be more emphatic about one of my conclusions.  But the problems they brought up aren't new: they're things every single reviewer has brought up.  It's not my fault that there's missing data!  Trust me, if it was ethical to hound these poor women to answer every damned question on a 27-page survey, I'd have done it.  I'm also uncomfortable with imputing data.  I can do it, I just don't like the idea of putting words in other people's mouths.  It's not like we have a random sample anyway and I'm not making any generalizability claims.  (But, fine, I'll run your little tests.  And again, I point to our completely awesome 90% response rate, and just let you go on about how horrible it is not to impute missing data.)  And aside from adding literature about mental health help seeking in the general population, I'm looking pretty good.

I've also started writing a one shot that's been rattling around in my head for a few months and entertaining me way more than it should.  I didn't really have a plot for it, so I was putting off writing it until I had more than a few silly lines and a strange situation.  But I was bored and didn't feel like watching television, so I just started scribbling those lines down and as I wrote, a plot just emerged.  The story is silly and bizarre enough that I bet it will entertain (maybe) two people besides me (if I ever decide to post it).  Considering I haven't written anything in months, this little bit of progress is encouraging.  And again, it's still entertaining the hell out of me, so this is not lost time.