Mostly Harmless

It's the only description the greater galaxy deemed necessary to sum up the planet Earth, it'll do well enough for this.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Birth Control Pills

Got your attention? Well, I hope I can keep it. Four states and some major perscription retailers are moving towards measures that would allow pharmacists to refuse to fill perscriptions for birth control pills if the pharamcists "morally object" to filling the perscription. Now, frankly, I don't care where you stand on the issue of reproductive rights, this is not a reproductive rights issue, this is an "it's none of their goddamn business" issue. To me, this is like a cashier at the Publix refusing to sell me white bread because they're on the Atkins diet. I respect that they're on a diet and aren't eating the completely refined, totally bad for you white bread that I favor, but it's their job to sell it to me, not deliver a sermon on the evils of carbohydrates. Same deal with the pharmacists, it's their JOB to fill PERSCRIPTIONS not make completely baseless and insulting assumptions about one's character or intentions and refuse to fill the perscriptions for those baseless and insulting reasons. I have been on birth control pills since I was 14. Why? Because every month I get cramps so bad it's like I'm in false labor and my mom was tired of me missing school due to uncontrollable, incredibly painful and debilitating muscle contractions. I know other women who have gone on birth control for similar reasons, without the promise of free and easy sex figuring into the equation anywhere. And then there's the lovely instances of pharmacists refusing to fill perscriptions for Plan B, which IS NOT an abortion pill, but a CONTRACEPTIVE. I won't go too deep into the science here, but it doesn't abort an implanted zygote, it prevents the egg from implanting and beginning the wonderful process of pregnancy. If the egg is not implanted, you are not pregnant, period. If there is no pregnancy, there is no human to be had, and it is therefore not ending a human life. There, I said it. Prove me wrong people.

But this is an issue that should not even get into the issue of when life begins or when it doesn't, because it's as simple as this: if you know that you don't want to fill certain perscriptions, don't become a pharmacist. If you don't want to do your job, find another job that fits with your moral sensibilities. Because as long as we continue down this path, I will be lectured on my refined sugar intake everytime I go to the grocery store, and I'm waiting for doctors to refuse to perform vasectomies because of the potential loss of life. I'd prefer to keep my private life private, thank you.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Easter Greetings

As Holy Week here winds down towards Easter, so fond thoughts of large, candy distributing rabbits and Cadbury eggs (love!) fill our minds. As a lasped Catholic, I of course have many fond memories of Easter and it's yearly festivities, including the performance of the "Stations of the Cross" known to all catholic school children. (Think of it as a very VERY low budget and less emotionally manipulative or anti-semitic version of "The Passion") This year, however, I will be spending my first easter away from my family and in the prescence of alternate companies. I suspect this means I don't get an easter basket, which does make me unhappy, god knows I love a good, solid affirmation that I WILL be eating my way to adult-onset diabetes while I'm at college. That's a joke, sort of. Anyway, as I'm forgoing both the sugar rush and the tree climbing associated with Easter at home this year (ruthlessly competitive egg hunt, it's so much more fun to be a hider than a seeker) I suspect that Maryland will be experiencing actual nice weather for easter instead of the usual gray, rainy disgustingness we all associate so much with Easter. Also means I might not have someone attempting to guilt me into attending church for my usual one appearance a year or so. Personal boycott you know, I'll start going once they start telling me I'm a sinner for holding my own opinions and all. Oh, and stop touching children, that'd be nice too. Anyway, we'll see how things go, I hope everyone gets what they want in their easter basket or passover stocking or whatever you'll be getting this weekend.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Political Rant, read at your own risk

So, I've been semi-keeping up with the news on the Terry Schiavo case (woman in Florida, brain dead for 15 years, parents want her to remain on a feeding tube, husband wants to let her die in peace, parents are winning so far). The latest installment here is that the Legislature has been called back into session to pass a measure in order to have Terry's feeding tube reattached so she can continue her full and prosperous life as the human equivalent of a paper weight. Now, I'm apparently leaning a little to the left on most cases, but the people pressing to get this measure passed are Republicans. I thought that a huge tenent of the Republican and/or conservative philosophy was the LACK of government involvement in day to day life of the citizens. However, as long as I'mon the topic of hypocritcal messages from the right wing, the whole abortion issue is also a step in the direction of more government control over peoples lives versus less. That is a very incendiary issue, so I will back off of it for the moment, suffice to say that you can have control over your own life and body, unless you are a woman, and then the government apparently gets to step in and tell you what to do. Right now though, I feel for Mr.Schiavo, Terry's husband, because I know that if a loved one of mine were in the same situation, I would rather see them die peacefully instead of lingering on for years and years in a persistant vegatative state. I mean, who is president Bush to talk about the sanctity of life when you look at the death penalty record of Texas while he was govenor? I'm sorry if I seem a bit cynical, but to me, this administration is exercising all the power they can to impose more government control and less privacy in the day to day lives of the American public, whom they have apparently deemed unfit to make these decisions for themselves. Personally, I take offense not at the politics present here, but at the overwhelming sense of entitlement this particular administration sees fit to bestow upon themselves.

*Note: I am a registered independent with noted leanings to the left. However, if you are going to argue that Bush is being consistent in his overall political actions, all I have to say is, you're either illiterate or suffering from some form of short term memory loss. This has nothing to do with personal politics and everything to do with the man's utterly bewildering and unpredictable swings in political rhetoric.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005


So, I woke up this morning (and was quite unhappy to do so) when I saw a yellow sticky note on the inside of the door from my roommate, who is still sleeping. Sticky note says "Genny - Someone took the board away??" and indicated that she had come back around 4am. I opened up my door and, sure enough, the wipe-board which had been stuck to the outside of the door had violently been ripped off.

So, I've got the crime, I've got a time window (2am when the roommate left to go practice and 4am when she got back) but no motive. Everyone on the floor has a wipeboard on their door, it's how we communicate when we're lazy. Yeah, mine looked a little cooler I guess, but still. And aside from that WHO THE FUCK STEALS SOMEONE'S WIPE-BOARD?!? I mean, Jesus I guess you can argue crime of oppurtunity but what the hell? Why would anyone think that was a valid idea and carry it out? It's someone elses property, buy your own at the bookstore for a 10 spot like everyone else. It's not cute, it's not funny, and if it's not back by tonight I'm taking the matter to security. That could get fun, since I doubt it's anyone who actually lives in my RC because a.) why wait till now, I've had the board all year and b.) if waiting until now, why not wait one more night until I fly home and there's not really a chance of having the time pin-pointed?

Anyway, so that's bascially my big aggravation for today. I mean, yeah, it's just a wipe-board, but does that mean it's right? Stealing shit is not the fault of the person it was stolen from, but the fault of the person doing the stealing no matter what the situation is. So anyone about to tell me it's my fault for putting it on the outside of my door can kiss my ass, because I did not put a big ass sign out there that said "free to all takers" and no one else got theirs stolen from the outside of their door. Alright, I need to go do other things now. And stop thinking about this. GRRR!

Monday, March 07, 2005

Welcome to the Blog

So, I decided to move to a real blog rather than live journal mostly out of sheer boredom and an desire to avoid my theory homework for another hour or so. As most of you know, today was a sunday, and I think Douglas Adams has the best handle on sundays when he wrote in Life, the Universe, and Everything :
“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know you’ve taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’ clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.” (Adams, 5).
Yes, it does sound grim but read all the Hitchiker books anyway. I think The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy should be standard reading material for all high school students, never mind the rest of the trilogy or the Dirk Gently books. Anyway, like any sunday I mostly sulked around my room and thought about how much I miss my car here at college, washed some jeans so I can continue to be decent for the next four days before I catch my flight home, listened to the boys in the dorm above me jump up and down on their beds while singing Lit’s “My Own Worst Enemy” (charming, really), had a brief but fun visit from the O.P.A and have now gotten around to the part of the evening where I can’t fall asleep but can’t do anything else either because my attention span is shot. I’ll do my best to make this amusing and worthwhile to read, while at the same time avoiding offending people (less of a promise on that one, as I explained to a friend earlier today, my cynic button doesn’t have an off switch) and we’ll see how many people care. My guess.... not a whole hell of a lot. Prove me wrong people, prove me wrong.