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Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming... Damn, What a ride!!
Are there jobs where your weight should matter? Obviously if you can't squeeze down the aisles, you might not make a great flight attendant, but what if you're in reasonably good health and capable of doing the job?
President Obama has nominated Regina Benjamin for Surgeon General, but instead of people being totally psyched about her MacArthur genius award, her impressive charitable works, or her down-to-earth working-class background, everybody is trying to guess her BMI. Some people think a country plagued with obesity should not have an obese person representing our nation's health care.
Still, we don't remember anyone throwing this argument at all those husky surgeon generals who happened to be male. If C. Everett Koop could be in charge of the nation's health-care system while doing an amazing impression of a Civil War surgeon, should we really care about Benjamin's few extra pounds?
From OppeosingViews:
Earlier this week, President Barack Obama nominated Alabama physician Regina Benjamin as the next Surgeon General. In that capacity, Dr. Benjamin will oversee the 6,000 member public health corps and function as America's chief health nanny, ah, health educator. Past Surgeons General included the luxuriantly-bearded Dr. C. Everett Koop who campaigned relentlessly against smoking and Dr. Jocelyn Elders who, in response to a question, suggested that teaching masturbation might be a way to prevent young people from engaging in riskier forms of sexual activity.
Despite Dr. Benjamin's distinguished record as a physician, some blogospherean health nannies are objecting to her appointment on the grounds that she is fat. In a nice column on this "controversy," University of Pennsylvania bioethicist Art Caplan quotes a couple of self-appointed anti-fat crusaders:
?I refuse to let fat be socially acceptable ? The President should have known better and picked a doctor who could kick start the debate on fat not perpetuate it,? commented one reader on a national news site.
Another has some mighty specific requirements for the post: ?Rather than select a fat Black woman Obama should have chose a Black woman with a body mass index of 25 or less.?
Caplan goes on to ask:
And who said the surgeon general or doctors in general or anyone working in health care must be paragons of health and risk avoidance?
A better question is why does anyone have to be a paragon of health and risk avoidance, but we'll leave that one for now.
Caplan does suggest that Dr. Benjamin might serve as an example for us all (especially those of us with BMI's over 25):
But people need to relate to the surgeon general, and if she can battle her weight on the job, she will do more to curb obesity then all the salads added to the menus of burger joints everywhere.
This is very unlikely. If Oprah Winfrey's gigantic audience is unaffected by the daytime star's very public efforts to keep her weight down, I doubt that whatever the new Surgeon General does or does not do about her avoirdupois will have much effect.
Ultimately, the right question is the one my colleauge Jacob Sullum asked in his splendid article "The War On Fat" -- Is the size of your butt the government's business? The answer is, no. Here's hoping that the new Surgeon General thinks so too. This content is inappropriate Please select the category that most closely reflects your concern about this content, so that we can review it and determine whether it violates Civility 101 or isn't appropriate for some other reason. Abusing this feature is also a violation of Civility 101.
Comment: A true servant of the peopleI have had the pleasure of knowing Dr. Benjamin for many years, and have personally witnessed her dedication to provide the best quality medical services to many who lack the resources to pay for those services. She has worked tirelessly to give of herself, and has "walked the walk", instead of "talking the talk", so to speak, when it comes to serving her fellow man. Her weight has nothing to do with her skills, qualifications, and sheer "heart" to perform the job as the next Surgeon General of the United States. I cannot think of anyone more deserving of this position. She will perform her duties with grace, love, and professionalism. I truly wish her the best and offer my congratulations. - Orange Blossom July 17, 2009 9:56AM
Do an Internet search on her. Pages and pages of expamles of her genius, good will and compassion/heart. Fat doesn't make people ugly, physically or otherwise... and this is a classic example of how miserable, nasty people love trying to make happy, successful people hurt.
One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?" The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.. The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with sapphires.
"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.. The seamstress replied, "No." The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded with rubies.
"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, "No." The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.
"Is this your thimble ?" the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, "Yes." The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.
Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?" "Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"
The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. "Is this your husband?" the Lord asked.
"Yes!" cried the seamstress. The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt.
Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S why I said 'yes' to George Clooney.
And so the Lord let her keep him.
The moral of this story is:
Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others. That's our story, and we're sticking to it!
Hiya! Wellll it's been a while, once again. I've had a computer crash too, so I've lost everyone's email address and so forth. If you were a friend of mine please email me with contact info.
For the last departmental picnic, management had decided that due to liability issues, we could have alcohol... but only one (1) drink for each person... I was fired for ordering the cups!!!
(make sure you read the first response to this blog!!)
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PS : Because my resimay is a bit short - below is a pickture of me.
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Yes, this is Vegas' idea. I waited, hopeful, but she hasn't posted yet, so I am stealing the blog topic.
Here, we, go.
1. Women who are NOT 18 dressing like they ARE. 2. Women who wear high (3"+) ho-stompers with shorts, or even worse, bluejeans. 3. Women who look at another women and regard her beauty with jealousy instead of appreciation. 4. Women who get "french manicures" on their toenails. 5. "Prissy" women in general. 6. Women who wear high-heeled flip flops, anytime. 7. Women who wear their jeans so low on thier hips you can see their thongs. (I once hung a pair of my neices' thongs up on a picture in the hallway in broad view of everyone, thinking to teach her a lesson.. it was a week before she discovered them, and it didn't work.. but it WAS funny as hell!) 8. Women Sales Reps that know nothing of the product they are selling, being pimped out by "the man" to get his foot in the door. 9. Women who abuse and take advantage of their generally "good" men. (The B*tch always gets the best, I often ask my sister if her p*##y is lined in gold). 10. Women who can't put oil or fuel in their own cars. 11. Women who fret over breaking a fingernail.
So, now that I have probably offended most everyone, lol, feel free to add to this list as you care to. I know I may be done tonight, but there's always tomorrow! lol
Reposting because LF wanted to screw with the way blogs are viewed now. Hope you guys are still around!!
Blue, Nat (Aimee?), True, Jiggle, LadyHawk (Jersey? lol), ND, Mel, Kewanna, Wylde, tom, butter, loungeness, stacey, Lonely (Legal? lmao) and last but never least, Ms. Honey. Thank you for all your prayers, they were surely heard.
Mom just had her last chemo treatment last Wed. and she is doing phenominal! She got through her treatments with very little side effects and her hair is even coming back brown :-)
We have a great support system here when anyone needs a prayer, a thoughtful insight or just a good listener. You guys are all awesome, thank you.
... wait, you wont see this til tuesday! Oh well. lol here it is anyway.
When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive.... so, I took her to a gas station..... and then the fight started....
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too' And then the fight started.....
My boyfriend and I were sitting at a table at his high school reunion, and I noticed that he kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. I asked, 'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' he sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' I said, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' .... And then the fight started.....
I rear-ended a car this morning . So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn't believe it... he was a DWARF!!! He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!' So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?' And then the fight started.....
So mom's got the big bad "C"... she had a rectal bleed a couple of weeks ago that sent her to the hospital for a nice 4 day stay and a couple of blood transfusions. The colonoscopy did not give us good news and since then it's been a wild roller-coaster of ups and downs.. good news then the bad.
She had surgery to remove the tumor and half of her lower intestine last Friday - along with some lymph-nodes and some of her abdominal wall because "it" had diseased that area as well. They got it all - great! ... what they can see of it anyway. So she's on the road to recovery when off to ICU she goes last night where they discover that her blood-oxygen level was 50 because of 5 nasty little blood clots in her right lung... that took about 12 hours to diagnose and 2 years off my own life with the family "dynamic" (sisters, we just love fighting with eachother).
I'm at work this morning and my sister calls to tell me that the doctor wants all family members together for a pow-wow asap up in ICU. WELL! ... there went another 2 years of my life. But it turned out to be good news - after they left us to sit and wonder about why he wanted all of us there together. I am SURE you can imagine THOSE conversations! I digress. So pathology came back today and along with 75 percent of the mass, 5 of the lymph-nodes were cancerous, they removed 19... so I like those odds. She'll need chemo though, and wants me to cut off all her hair to donate before she starts treatments.
I know that I have friends here.. and I know that ya'll would have been praying if you had known.. all I ask is that you pray (to whomever you do) for no more bad news. For a little while anyway.
Ok, so my man and I were having a discussion last night that I wanted to talk to "the girls" about. It's going to get kinda graphic so please don't read any further if you are virginal.
Ok, now that almost everyone is reading this lmao here's the question:
When receiving cunnilingus, do you like constant stimulation of the clitoris? Like, when about to achieve the "O", is it attack at all cost with no stops to the little ball of nerves? I ask because I am not this way, I prefer no direct contact to that area - and it's much easier for me to climax with just slight clitoral stimulation here and there. An all-out affront really just annoys me. Am I really so different than other women?
Once upon a time I was bar-hopping with my friend Dan, one thing led to another and we ended up at one of Charlotte's more exclusive gentleman's clubs. Not counting the nude strippers and barely-clad waitresses, I was the only woman in the room. It didn't take long to figure out that although sex was the commodity, the trade was in money and, mostly, feminine power. Every male in the place - including my pal Dan, checked his intelligence with his coat - at the door.
As I sat front and center watching the strippers make slack-jawed, slobbering, walking hard-on's out of these men - I was flirting with Dan and the other bar-mates and I realized that although fully clothed, I had my own particularly enjoyable hold within my group.
Now Betterman decides to give us answers to questions that have been evaded for years by the male lapdance fanclub and what was once only an unattainable fantasy is now a harsh reality?? Women are turning into chauvenistic pigs in the name of feminism and strippers are my competition???
Mix real, live, available woman with fantasy prototypes in a sex club and I suspect we've reached a point where the line of demarcation between the two is no longer discernable. Now it seems imperative to learn to dangle upside-down on a pole (in thigh highs for better grip).
And since when is it sensible for any person of any gender to succumb to a sexual free-for-all lifestyle?
With so many women/girls emulating strippers, pressure is once again on the rise for those of us who are less than 'perky' to produce a product that should be KEPT a FANTASY.
Heaven help me, I'm raising two girls alone. *shudder*
Sorry, but if this reaction is what you call envy then I can no longer portray myself as an un-jealous, accepting woman.
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug." She got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine. B*tch.
It seems that over in Europe a man can be compensated a measly $4,100 for damages caused by a hospital 'killing' the top of his head (which was removed and kept in a faulty refridgerator while having brain surgery) while an OBGYN has been ordered to pay child support to a woman for a child he had no part in conceiving! Apparently the OBGYN was to have placed an IUD in the woman and shortly thereafter she became pregnant BY HER HUSBAND. The husband left the wife and she sued the doctor. A judge granted her child support payments until the child reaches 18. Apparently the hubby got off, pun intended.
