It's interesting: this article [link] really focuses on abortion and sterilization, but seriously, what about the Pill?
In other randomness, do nuns who have taken a vow of poverty and live within the convent and teach at parochial schools get paid?
Laura shares a birthday with the beautiful and talented Dr. J. Two beautiful and talented birthday havers. Happy Day.
I just laugh at the stuff people choose to give to an admin to do sometimes. Today it is a page torn from a magazine with a website circled. Can I go to the website and download a pdf and then email it to this guy? Well sure, but that could have been done on your own computer in the time it took you to write the note. SRSLY. people.
No pregnant men in my dream lask night, nor ziploc opening wombs nor externally attaching fetuses. Yay for non-disturbing dream night.
Someone on my facebook just posted about how contraception is evil because her fertility is not a disease and perhaps people need to exercise self control and not pop a pill blah blah blah.
Kat, if you need back-up, I'd be happy to go over there and unload the story of my mom and her ... interesting experiences with disabling menstrual pain, natural family planning and almost dying with baby #3.
And re the nuns, they get paid now. They had to fight like hell for it, IIRC sometime in the decade after Vatican II, and I think they still get paid not much compared to union-repped teachers, but they used to get paid something like $30 a month.
Man, the developer I adore working with is leaving at the end of next month, and today is his birthday lunch. I'm going to miss him so much, but insomnia came raging back last night, and I probably got 3 or 4 hours, and the dreams were very disturbing. I am a vegetable.
A vegetable that feels like SHIT.
It's not like we won't have a going away lunch/dinner for him, but I feel like I'm wasting opportunities to bond with him.
God, I can't believe he's leaving. Working with him is so much fun. He's good, he's fast, he's unabashed, and we attack each other like nobody's business. But he's also, behind the shit we fling at each other all the time, paying attention and tries to make me feel better when I've had a bad day or meeting. I don't want him to go. :(