Socialized Medicine in Old Europe- David Sedaris

It was the same when I complained about all the gaps between my teeth. “I had braces when I was young, but maybe I need them again,” I told her. An American dentist would have referred me to an orthodontist, but, to Dr. Barras, I was being hysterical. “You have what we in France call ‘good-time teeth,’ ” she said. “Why on earth would you want to change them?”

“Um, because I can floss with the sash to my bathrobe?”

“Hey,” she said. “Enough with the flossing. You have better ways to spend your evenings.”

via Socialized Medicine in Old Europe : The New Yorker.

Love me some Sedaris, always.

Tibetan suicide: don’t do it.

Like Tibetan neighborhoods all over Western China, Wuhouci is chock-a-block with shop fronts selling gold-colored Buddhist prayer wheels as big as oil drums, intricately carved altars, and beatific bronze Buddhas, all permeated with the languid aroma of juniper incense. But the Tibetan residents—women wearing brightly striped aprons, husky men in sunglasses and funky cowboy hats—seem strangely sullen and few in number. Instead, the streets are dominated by public security vehicles with lights flashing, and black-clad police patrols in flak jackets. “Any cars coming from Lhasa are immediately stopped and searched,” says one local, “What have we done to deserve this?”

via Tibetan Buddhist Self-Immolation Suicides Go Viral – The Daily Beast.


The History of Alcoholism on TV

Television saw the comedy in drunkenness long before it saw the tragedy. From Shakespeare’s Falstaff to Mark Twain’s Pap Finn, the “town drunk” has been a source of amuse, ridicule, and scorn for centuries—and the small screen was once no different. Television’s greatest early example is The Andy Griffith Show’s Otis Campbell—a man described by Barney Fife as “smashed, buzzed, tiddly, gassed, off the wagon and back on the sauce, or just plain drunk.” Otis’ drunkenness was the one-note source of a thousand jokes over the series’ 249-episode, seven-year run, until its finale in 1967.

But as The Andy Griffith Show was ending, public perception of alcoholism was beginning to change. In 1973, Alcoholics Anonymous referred to alcoholism as a “disease” in its official literature for the first time. The American Psychiatric Association followed suit in 1980, dividing what was formerly called “alcoholism” into two categories: alcohol abuse “repeated use despite recurrent adverse consequences” and alcohol dependence alcohol abuse “combined with tolerance, withdrawal, and an uncontrollable drive to drink”. As the American public got used to the idea that alcoholism was an actual disease, alcoholics gained widespread sympathy and support. Cultural attitudes about alcohol abuse had changed enough that by the release of 1986’s TV movie sequel to The Andy Griffith Show, Return to Mayberry, Otis had sobered up and taken a steady job as town’s ice cream man.

America’s internal conflict about alcohol use is best summed up, appropriately enough, by Homer Simpson, who once called beer “the cause of—and solution to—all of life’s problems.” As both doctors and the American public as a whole have begun to take alcoholism more seriously, TV has walked an uneasy line, alternately playing up the comedy of alcohol use and the tragedy of alcohol abuse. Critiques continue today; in a 2010 article for the New York Times, critic Alessandra Stanley argued that “television has a drinking problem,” saying that contemporary depictions of alcohol use on TV create “a conflicted, all-or-nothing portrait that isn’t realistic” but is rather an example of “the American love-hate relationship with liquor—all or Prohibition.”

via The History of Alcoholism on TV: From Comedy to Empathy – Scott Meslow – Entertainment – The Atlantic.

Very interesting article.  Recommend.

Chainsaw Suicide (that should be the name of a band, right?)

The LAPD confirms that the 47-year old victim had a wound to her neck inflicted by a chainsaw.

Police found a note near the victim’s body, and believe the death may have been a suicide.

The L.A. County coroner will make an official determination.

via Chainsaw Murder: Woman Found Dead With Chainsaw Wound in Culver City –

JEEEEEEEEEZ x 100000.  If this is true, that woman was NOT kidding around about wanting to die.  My god.  Poor lady.

Cat Scientists of the 1960s




“Travel Posters for Lazy People”


“Travel Posters for Lazy People” by Caldwell Tanner – CollegeHumor Article.



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via I love blood..

Hillary Clinton Urges Women Not to Take Any Shit

Clinton said that male extremists, both abroad and, gasp, here, are always looking for ways to control women, adding that this fixation remains “a mystery” to her She told the audience that they had to “stand up for women’s rights and reject efforts to marginalize” any individual woman, efforts that certain extremists in the U.S., a supposed vanguard of democratic lip service, are trying to turn into a recreational sport.

via Hillary Clinton Urges Women Not to Take Any Shit.

Love her; love the Clintons. Am not taking any shit.

Foxy Socks


Things Could Be Worse.

Black cat casting call

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This is so awesome that it actually discourages my common instinct to go research the hell out of everything.  I’d rather just lay here and think of all the possibilities (although as soon as I made up the title, I worried that I actually already guessed it)..

My other initial thoughts: meeting of women who love black cats association (WWLBCA) / just a totally fucked up coincidence/ bring your black cat to work day/ holy shit this had better not be some black-cats-are-devils-let’s-collect-and-kill-them…. oh great, I’ll never sleep now.

ACK but the leashes! How to explain those???  Teach your black cat to walk like a dog seminar? Ladies who lunch with black cats? Ah, with leashes?

Black cats (sung to the tune you probably don’t know, “Black Socks”)

Blllllack catttts

They never get dirty!

Sometimes you think you should wash them-

But then you think maybe, not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

I had a wonderful all-black cat that I named Lucky when I was around 6.  I thought that was pretty much the height of cleverness.  Adult me would be all “LUCKY!! GET IT!?? BLACK CATS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE UNNNN-LUCKY!!!! I’M SO CRAZY YOU GUYS!”

Oh crap.  I was more mature two decades ago.  That can’t be a good sign.