A carnival with no entrance fee
A few small thoughts on some big things...
Why aren't there a slew of bills trying to ban vasectomies... particularly when plenty of news sources cite that vasectomies are currently on the rise, and are a form of birth control? So why are vasectomies not addressed in a bunch of the yammering and insane state bills up for debate on access to birth control, Plan B, abortions and basic sexual health information? I think you know what answer I'm thinking of... 'cause all of the other things I can think of prompt a look not unlike that my father gave me when I said, "I don't know why [my brother] is crying and has a big red mark on his arm. He must've hit himself. He does that, you know."
On the women's health topic... I watched a documentary on breast implants called Absolutely Safe. It's not an entirely balanced picture, but it can be argued that, perhaps, the voice of the opposing side being somewhat louder is necessary given the specific lack of it in the mainstream. There was a customer I was chatting with a few months ago. I can't recall the conversation, but I ended up recommending Absolutely Safe to her. Tonight she came into the store. After establishing that I was the one who recommended the movie to her, she took me aside and told me that she had had breast cancer and a subsequent double mastectomy. She said that her doctor had convinced her to get silicone implants. She stated that, lately, she'd been feeling ill and had pains on one side of her body. She suspected that her implants were leaking. She talked to her doctor, who assured her nothing of the sort was happening. Then she saw the documentary. She became concerned and went to a detox center, where she's still being treated. She then spoke with her doctor and said she wanted to remove her implants and he ridiculed her. She is still getting them out. She said that watching the documentary might have saved her life. I couldn't do anything but look at her, at first. Then I said, "I am so glad. It is so important to take care of yourself."
I fixed a serious virus on the computer at work. I win at geekdom.
I am totally dissatisfied with my new job and am ashamed that, after working so hard to get through school and earning my degree, I am working a low-paying, grunt job and still am not making enough to pay my bills (which, of course, are there because I went to school). I am ashamed of being a failure, and ashamed that I still have a hard time being truly proud of myself for getting through school.
I am totally stoked to be in Portland, even if I technically can't afford it.
The cat eats paint chips and house centipedes. I'm actually not sure which disturbs me more.
Why aren't there a slew of bills trying to ban vasectomies... particularly when plenty of news sources cite that vasectomies are currently on the rise, and are a form of birth control? So why are vasectomies not addressed in a bunch of the yammering and insane state bills up for debate on access to birth control, Plan B, abortions and basic sexual health information? I think you know what answer I'm thinking of... 'cause all of the other things I can think of prompt a look not unlike that my father gave me when I said, "I don't know why [my brother] is crying and has a big red mark on his arm. He must've hit himself. He does that, you know."
On the women's health topic... I watched a documentary on breast implants called Absolutely Safe. It's not an entirely balanced picture, but it can be argued that, perhaps, the voice of the opposing side being somewhat louder is necessary given the specific lack of it in the mainstream. There was a customer I was chatting with a few months ago. I can't recall the conversation, but I ended up recommending Absolutely Safe to her. Tonight she came into the store. After establishing that I was the one who recommended the movie to her, she took me aside and told me that she had had breast cancer and a subsequent double mastectomy. She said that her doctor had convinced her to get silicone implants. She stated that, lately, she'd been feeling ill and had pains on one side of her body. She suspected that her implants were leaking. She talked to her doctor, who assured her nothing of the sort was happening. Then she saw the documentary. She became concerned and went to a detox center, where she's still being treated. She then spoke with her doctor and said she wanted to remove her implants and he ridiculed her. She is still getting them out. She said that watching the documentary might have saved her life. I couldn't do anything but look at her, at first. Then I said, "I am so glad. It is so important to take care of yourself."
I fixed a serious virus on the computer at work. I win at geekdom.
I am totally dissatisfied with my new job and am ashamed that, after working so hard to get through school and earning my degree, I am working a low-paying, grunt job and still am not making enough to pay my bills (which, of course, are there because I went to school). I am ashamed of being a failure, and ashamed that I still have a hard time being truly proud of myself for getting through school.
I am totally stoked to be in Portland, even if I technically can't afford it.
The cat eats paint chips and house centipedes. I'm actually not sure which disturbs me more.