Elly Patterson: public shrieker.

[dreadedcandiru2]

As we're about to see in a few days, Elly isn't really all that good at speaking in public. Standing up in front of a crowd and telling them what she thinks of a problem is always a terrifying phenomenon because she looks at the sea of faces and feels as if they're looking clean through her. She stutters, she doesn't quite get her point across, she sounds like an imbecile and she just feels like she makes a huge, laughable fool of herself because she looks like some idiot who doesn't know what she's talking about.

This, I think, is because of a rather obvious factor that she's at pains to ignore. You see, when speaking to a mass audience, she isn't permitted to use any of the rhetorical techniques she uses to give her confidence when speaking to her family. She isn't allowed to bellow in rage, she isn't allowed to make that stupid palms-out pleading gesture and accuse the audience of hating her, she isn't allowed to whine piteously about how cruel they're being and how they want to destroy her, she isn't allowed to threaten them with disproportionate violence and she isn't allowed to throw things at them. Since she's limited by having to act like a calm, rational human being instead of the raging asshole she actually is, she's more or less been declawed and thus is incapable of expressing herself creatively.

Since she isn't really aware that she's got a wicked temper because she probably blacks out on when she goes berserk, she doesn't realize this about herself but instead ruefully comments that maybe if she had been more forceful with her children, they might actually have listened to what she said.

Comments

[josephusrex.livejournal.com]

Toastmasters Club would be a start.

[dreadedcandiru2.livejournal.com]

SO would curing herself of the unspoken belief that she's seconds away from being swarmed by the Mongol Hordes. I have a fairly clever theory that involves an all-but-forgotten accident that explains everything about her but the end result is her belief that every little thing is actually a prelude to her getting creamed by an army of sportos.