I was on the way to the hospital when he called to arrange our first date. Sobbing, I pressed “Ignore” and tried to steady my breathing. I wondered if I would live to take him up on his offer for coffee — I’d blurted out “I only drink tea,” and now, I wished I had said something better, something nicer. I hoped I would have the chance to apologize.
A few days earlier, a guy in my film production workshop at college had rushed up to me after class and asked to speak to me alone. Having said maybe five sentences to him in my entire life, I couldn’t imagine what he wanted to talk about, but I waited anyway. He offered coffee, I countered with tea, he smiled sheepishly and said he didn’t drink coffee either, and I gave him my number. He departed just as fast as he had appeared, leaving me surprised and giddy. Keep reading »
Important news about your vagina: the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists says that instead of annual Pap smears, you can now get screened for cervical cancer every three years. ACOG has actually been saying for awhile that women don’t need annual Pap smears, but this recommendation was finally put in writing yesterday by the United States Preventative Task Force and the American Cancer Society.
So, why have the recommendations changed? Keep reading »
Another day, another new height reached in WTF-ery: New Hampshire’s state House has advanced a bill that would require doctors to give women “informational materials” before an abortion that “that inform the pregnant woman that there is a direct link between abortion and breast cancer.” Even though there isn’t.
This scare tactic just doesn’t go away, does it? Excuse me while I facepalm for the next three hours. Keep reading »
I gotta be honest: the season finale of “My Strange Addiction” may be going too far. Over the course of the show, I’ve been weirdly fascinated by the various detergent eaters, tanning addicts, and nail talon enthusiasts, but a cancer-stricken woman who drinks and bathes in her own urine? No. Just no. Carrie, 53, has been drinking her own urine — as well as using it to bathe, moisturize, and brush her teeth — for four years because she believes it has helped send her cancer into remission. There is, however, no medical proof of this, as Carrie has not seen a doctor in six years. Obviously, many of the people featured on “My Strange Addiction” are contending with mental health issues, but Carrie’s seem extreme and this episode comes across as particularly exploitative. I hope she has since sought help from professionals. And I hope to never hear the term “aged urine” again. [TMZ]
Karen Handel has resigned from her position as senior vice president of public policy at Susan G. Komen for the Cure. Handel’s resignation letter, after the jump: Keep reading »
Last night, the website for Susan G. Komen for the Cure was hacked! According to The Atlantic Wire, visitors were redirected to a dummy site with a mocked up page reading, “Help us run over poor women on our way to the bank.” Oh, burn. Obviously the hack is in response to Komen’s decision on Tuesday to halt grants to Planned Parenthood that gave breast exams to women that could otherwise not afford them, after caving to pressure from anti-abortion activists, including an anti-abortion ex-politician who now works for Komen. (However, I was pleased to read this morning that one of Komen’s top public health officials, Mollie Williams, resigned in protest over the decision to defund Planned Parenthood.) Nevertheless, what an awesome hack. Don’t f**k with women’s health! [The Atlantic Wire, The Atlantic Wire]