For The Record…

I’ve had personal health insurance. At its cheapest, it was $250 a month. I was very lucky. My parents helped me. Without them, I’d be extra bankrupt and lost. But do the math, for insurance that covered rare doctor visits and Zyrtec, it was $250 a month and I still paid about $30 a month for presciptions. And that was after they hesitating approved me due to my missing kidney- essentially a birth defect that was discovered at age 18 and removed at age 23.

Second, my mom has been a teacher for over 35 years, I consider no one a more knowledgeable authority on “No Child Left Behind” than someone who teaches in a public school and who has to deal with it and be judged by it on a daily basis. She’ll be the first, and certainly not the last to tell you how it’s underfunded and ultimately leaves the smart kids–awkward smart, interest kids like me, my friends and Paige– behind. Obama is right, parents make the difference, any teacher will tell you that and so will any kid who was lucky like me.

Beach Volleyball

Okay, so it’s 12:15am EST, I ate fake meat at 7pm and I’ve been getting to know the local bar specials since about 8:30pm. I’m still stuck on watching the Olympics, if only because I love beach volleyball. Sure, there’s a lot of T&A involved for the women and not nearly enough for the men, especially compared to AVP men’s volleyball, but watching two people do the work of six in the middle of sand is damn impressive. I want the U.S. to win, not because I have a specific pride in our increasingly backasswards country, but because I want the U.S. women to prove how strong women are overall.

We don’t need all the padding of football or even the “non-contact sport” of basketball, we can throw down– two women, alone, in a constantly shifting terrain– objectified, vilified, and justified, all at once. Beating the crap out of everyone else in the world who dares to cross them. 

Amen. That’s what I say. A-f-ing-women.

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