Thank You for Protecting Me from Pornography!
Forget the terrorists. Forget the people who have been killed in 9/11, the London subway bombings, and in the other terrorist attacks occuring daily around the world. Forget the efforts of people like my husband and my coworkers, who go out every day and risk their lives to stop crime and terrorism.
Because what we need is protection from ( Read more... )
Because what we need is protection from ( Read more... )
Or burning post-menopausal, and therefore infertile, women at the stake for being witches. Ever read the Malleus Maleficarum?
We've got those pharmacists here. I think they were the ones who first thought up the thing about banning the University from distributing birth control. And you'd think that, being pharmacists, they'd know that not all birth control pills are prescribed for purposes of controlling birth. There's a nifty little sideline of regulating periods, and I know at least one woman who takes them for precisely that purpose.
Ah, but I forget. Curse of Eve and all that rot.
I think I first learned about sex through the pregnancy literature on the dining room table whenever La Leche League met at our house when Little Sister Pony was a baby. As far as I know, I don't molest children either, though I do mess with their minds, which is more fun anyway.
or you can test for STDs with earwax
Bzuh? Do tell. . .
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Erm...no.... This is a new one for me.
(Again, though, I find myself largely unsurprised. This world has ceased to astound me at the old age of 24!)
Ah, but I forget. Curse of Eve and all that rot.
But of course! ::goes off to count ribs::
Bzuh? Do tell. . .
Apparently, there is an old legend that is resurfacing among the youth population.
According to this legend, a male can test a female for STDs by putting his finger in his ear and digging around for some earwax. He then puts said waxy finger into the female's vagina. If it burns, she has an STD. If it does not, she is "clean."
Incidentally, this is one of the many interesting things that I learned at "Bloodborne Pathogens" training a few weeks ago. Of course, it's not true. (I don't feel the need to tell *you* that, but you never know who's reading this comment and digging around in his ear right now....)
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The Malleus Maleficarum, or "Witches' Hammer" is a 16th century manual for witch hunts. It describes in great detail the qualifications for suspecting someone of being a witch (being female, mostly), the specified amount of torture both before and after confession (essentially, the quota of further accusations the witch hunter needs to extract from the witch before they can proceed to Part III), and how to execute (hanging or burning). It would be a comedy classic if it hadn't been used to wipe out a significant portion of Central Europe's women in the late Renaissance and early Baroque.
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Gotta love that Christian kindness!
I've had people think I was a witch before. Perhaps it is the long hair, the copious amounts of jewelry, and all the blather about animals and the earth and vegetarianism....
Good thing this is the year 2005 and not the 16th century.
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French Pony: What makes you think that she is a witch?
Ignoramus: She turned me into a newt!
French Pony: A newt?
Ignoramus: I got better. . .
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Wood!
Churches!
Lead!
Very small rocks!
A duck.
Dawn: Who are you who is so wise in the ways of science??
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Hubby is fond of talking about "interrogation" (in other countries, of course; we civilized nations do *nothing* of this sort).
"Well, how?" I ask, and he gives me that look.
He knows how I am.
"Never mind," I say. "I don't want to know." :-/
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