Cheaters beware: you may be killing yourself. A new American Heart Association study finds that men who die of heart attacks were more likely to be cheating. An analysis of 6,000 autopsy reports of people who died of sudden heart attacks (1 percent died while getting it on) found that 90 percent of the people were men and three-quarters of them were cheating. I am really curious if the autopsy descriptions went something like “male, 42 years of age, 6-foot-2, was cheating on wife.” Otherwise, how the heck did they know which participants were cheaters?
In any case, scientists blame the increase incidence of heart attack in cheating men on stress, overeating and sex with “younger ladies” who literally over-work their partners’ hearts! So, point being, if you’re going to cheat, perhaps consult with your cardiologist first. [PostNoon]
One spring afternoon when I was in high school in New York City, I had a bizarre health scare. A friend and I had been lounging by the Hudson River pretending to read and philosophize but really gossiping about our schoolmates — acting exactly our age.
That afternoon, I had miserable symptoms as I always did when I had my period. So I popped some handy painkillers, waited for them to work, gritted my teeth, yakked some more with my friend, and then went home. Later that evening I noticed myself itching at the hairline, then on my face. Within an hour, I was completely covered with distinct red polka dots which would have been cute on a dress, but were horrifying on my skin. Hurriedly I showered, took Benadryl, and woke up fine the next morning. I assumed it had been a reaction to something on the ground or a tree.
But then it happened again the next time I had my period. So my mother, like the good Jewish mom that she is, marched me to the doctor. There I learned I was allergic to anti-inflammatory medicines: Aspirin, Advil, Aleeve, Motrin and their equivalents. I could only take Tylenol, which didn’t help nearly as much as the other pills had.
This newly-diagnosed allergy posed a big problem. Keep reading »
Breaking news in the world of snake detection. And no, I’m not talking about trouser snakes. I’m talking about actual snakes. Those slithery things that can kill you, either because you are freaked out to the point of cardiac arrest or because they are poisonous. Those things. A new study found that women are better at sensing the presence of snakes right before their periods. Add that to the list of amazing PMS symptoms: Bloating, cramping, irritability, food cravings, heightened sensitivity to snakes. And why does PMS make us so snake sensitive? Because our premenstrual hormones make us more aware of perceived threats. In case we are pregnant and trying to keep our spawn safe from things like snakes. Certainly, if I ever go camping (which I don’t plan to), it will right before my period, so that I can save myself from snake death. [Live Science]
Jon Stewart took on Rush Limbaugh’s “slut” slur on last night’s show and put it best, as always: “Personally, I don’t get too worked up by the things Rush Limbaugh says because he is, and has been for many years, a terrible person.” This is so amazing, I have nothing better to say than put your headphones on and watch it. [The Daily Show]
For as long as the modeling industry has boomed, there has been tales of abuse exacted upon fashion models. In some ways, it comes with the territory: it’s a business that banks upon barely nubile girls, frequently but not always sourced from poverty-stricken backgrounds in foreign countries, valued solely for their competency as human clothes hangers. It takes a rare voice to come forward and express the severity of the mistreatment and exploitation, sexual and otherwise, in a production that values above all other things being seen and not heard. Keep reading »
When I was 32, I started feeling something heavy in my stomach when I lay in bed at night. Something, I wasn’t sure what, pressing on my bladder. I knew I couldn’t be pregnant, since none of my recent dates had led anywhere special. I reasoned with myself. It was probably a urinary tract infection. I’d never had one and I figured it would be simple to fix.
I waited a few days to see if I was imagining the discomfort – and sometimes I thought I was. There were days when the pressure went away. Then it would return, and I would constantly feel like I had to urinate, throughout the day and night. I knew I had to see my gynecologist right away. Keep reading »