Showing posts with label anti-nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anti-nostalgia. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Essay - Doctor Recalls Abortion Complications Before Roe v. Wade - NYTimes.com

It is important to remember that Roe v. Wade did not mean that abortions could be performed. They have always been done, dating from ancient Greek days.

What Roe said was that ending a pregnancy could be carried out by medical personnel, in a medically accepted setting, thus conferring on women, finally, the full rights of first-class citizens — and freeing their doctors to treat them as such.


Kudos to Waldo L. Fielding for saying it so well.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

My Father is David Sedaris' Mother

In Reflections: Letting Go He describes how she reacts when he takes up smoking:

My mother, however, looked at the bright side. “Now I’ll know what to put in your Christmas stocking!” She put them in my Easter basket as well, entire cartons.

My father used to buy me cartons (Benson & Hedges), cut off the UPCs, and then at some later time in the year, give me the gift earned by those UPCs. I got a wine and cheese set, and some lovely/futuristic coffee beakers and a French Press. Of course, when we cleaned out the house after his death, we also found that he was keeping the carton boxes from his own brand (rather than just UPCs) for the possibility of offers to come. He was getting rather hoardy after retirement. There were lots of birdless cages not-yet-cleaned-out, too.

When I'm pining, I'll try and remember Tina's words, from the end of Sedaris' essay.

Via Bitch, Ph.D.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Signs I'm getting Really Old

The Spouse forwarded this link to me.



Smells Like Teen Spirit

as performed by the Western Branch Freshmen Orchestra.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Is It Just a Matter of Time, Sharona?

I am not going to publish a picture, but I looked in the mirror just now, and my reflection was wearing the exact same hair as in my 1979 school picture. Those days, I spent a lot of time with the hair brush and the blow dryer to get these fabulous wings. This morning, I did nothing to my growing-out cut, except ignore it.

To my folly.



Never gonna stop.