For two weeks, until Friday, I had the deadliest form of breast cancer. I need everybody to know I was not being hysterical. Yes, I once thought I had syphilis after I cut myself shaving. And once I think I might have given myself plague after watching all of Seattle come down with it on [ Read More ]
Archive for February, 2012
I have a new boyfriend. He is a handsome young Indian oncological surgeon at Cedars-Sinai, and I saw him today for my breast, the infection in which has spread rapidly since I finished my antibiotics. It still could be an infection. I haven’t had a biopsy. My two favorite exes have been alternating in taking [ Read More ]
Who’s this Mr. Brainwash guy? Well, he’s kind of a dick. Click through and see! Video: Brainwashed
A Letter to President Obama I Wrote on the Back of Patient Instructions for Head Injuries at County-USC
2 CommentsDear President Obama, I am writing to you from a stretcher in a hallway in County-USC Medical Center. I am waiting to see a radiologist about the lump in my breast. I am 38 years old. I have been out of work for 3 years. In that time, I have gone back to grad school [ Read More ]
Extreme circumstances? Oh that too. Tami Abdollah at KPCC has been reporting the hell out of this story.
This Week/Last Week’s Ranking 1/1. The Dowager Countess. Of course the DC takes precedence on this list—but it, like the monarchy, is a vestige of yesterday. The DC did nothing so terribly wonderful this week, but then, nobody else at Downton did either. 2/19. Bates. Now that you might have MUUUUURDERED your wife, you [ Read More ]
* Stop texting your girlfriend. * Don’t have anything to do? ASK. * If you are washing silverware, make sure all the food is actually off the silverware. * HOT SOAPY WATER. SO HOT IT HURTS YOUR HANDS. STOP WITH THE NON-HOT, NON-SOAPY WATER ALREADY. * A kitchen isn’t clean until it’s swept. * Have [ Read More ]
How an Awesome and Presumably Feminist School Administrator Let Me Ditch to go to Planned Parenthood
2 CommentsSo I guess I gave it away right there in the title, but having just posted on FourStory about what Planned Parenthood meant to me in my teenaged years, I realized I forgot my very favorite story. It is December 1990 and I am 17 years old. Things are really awful at home, and I [ Read More ]