“What time do you go to bed?” the acupuncturist asked while monitoring my pulse.
“Like, midnight?” I said.
“And what time do you wake up?” she asked, examining my tongue.
“Um, 6:30,” I said, proudly.
I’ve always thought of excessive sleeping as a sign of weakness. Just for myself, not for others. It’s too closely related to depression, so I try not to do too much of it. I didn’t say this out loud, of course.
We sat there, staring at each other for a silent moment.
“You need to sleep more,” she told me. “You don’t take good care of yourself.”
That’s when I started to cry.
“Let her out,” she said. “Let the real you out.” Keep reading »
At 14 weeks pregnant, Marlise Munoz of Texas suffered what appeared to be a pulmonary embolism (blood clot) in her lungs and collapsed on the kitchen floor. She lay there for an hour until her husband found her, during which time her fetus was possibly not exposed to oxygen.
Marlise was a paramedic who was attending nursing school; her husband is a firefighter. Given their exposure to such circumstances in their professional lives, the Star-Telegram reports, each had conveyed to the other they did not want to be kept alive on life support if such a tragedy happened to them.
But their wishes don’t matter. Forth Worth’s John Peter Smith Hospital is keeping still brain dead Marlise technically alive on life support throughout the remainder of her pregnancy because of a law meant to “protect” her fetus. She is currently 20 weeks pregnant. Keep reading »
A big shoutout to the Daily Mail for coming up with fun and creative ways to body shame. A new survey — done by … oh, does it even matter? — found that “bingo wings” and “buffalo humps” were among the most rapidly increasing cosmetic treatments. “Bingo wing” and “buffalo hump” sounds like an indie folk duo, but actually, they are newfangled descriptions for human body parts. The first person to guess which parts they are gets a cookie. Or actually, no, because that might make your “buffalo hump” even fatter than it already is. Keep reading »
I donated eggs — to gay men, through an agency, in exchange for money — twice in my twenties. At one point, I was in the Washington Post about it. As a result of going public, I’ve gotten a good number of questions about it, and more requests than I can count from young women writing for their school newspapers. Read more on The Gloss…
It’s safe to say that if you’re a human between the ages of 18 to 65 with a Facebook account, your friends’ New Years Resolutions have been popping up on your news feed from the moment the ball dropped.
Some hope to cut back on their vino intake, others are trying to become more domestic, and, if you’re like me, tons of your pals are eager to get healthier and slimmer by hitting the gym in 2014.
But not without some other asshole complaining about it… Keep reading »
With all the unflattering Lululemon headlines this past year, and CEO Chip Wilson’s recent resignation, it was only matter of time before one of the overly friendly, insanely in shape employees opened their gluten-free yappers about what was going on behind the scenes at the yoga retail empire. Mary Mann did us that favor. In her Salon expose, the former retail employee (known in Lulu lingo as “educators”) at New York City’s Union Square location told all about the cult-like company which offered free exercise classes in lieu of health insurance, forced employees to make 10-year-goal lists to hang in their stores, encouraged them to attend self-help seminars on the company’s dime and created a fake,”ideal” customer named Ocean. Gulp. Oh yeah, and there was an “educator” murder/suicide while she worked there that sounds like it was ripped from an Investigation Discovery special. After the jump, a few of Mann’s most bizarre revelations that made me frightened enough to want to buy yoga pants elsewhere. Keep reading »