'Selfless'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Interesting. Basically, it shores up my theory that no one knows WTF is up, really.
I saw a show on the CBC a while ago Nora that talked about how so much advice we're given to prevent cancer is lifestyle based (blaming the victim), but other people think that it's environmental factors that are causing our increasing rates. [link]
I wonder if one contributing factor might not be that modern medicine saves so many people who once would have died of infectious diseases before cancer could get them.
I wonder if one contributing factor might not be that modern medicine saves so many people who once would have died of infectious diseases before cancer could get them.
I think that's definitely a factor. But Cancer rates have gone crazy. In the 1960's it was 1 in 10 would get cancer, now they think it's 1 in 3. We're not living that much longer.
Today's tally: 5 am wrong number leaves message to meet at the 7-11 on the answering machine. Which is next to my bed. Out of coffee. Hot water out in building. On hold forever to talk to vet. Am backup at work, can't stay home and cry.
EW, Sara. But you deserve to stay home!
I saw a show on the CBC a while ago Nora that talked about how so much advice we're given to prevent cancer is lifestyle based (blaming the victim),
I'm convinced there's a bias towards blaming the victim, in part because it gives the illusion that cancer is something we can control. Almost all of the studies linking foods and alcohol to cancer are self-reporting studies, which are treated as if no one ever lies, forgets or exaggerates. They don't include things that could be quite relevant, such as the fact that the respondent did all his drinking in a smoky bar.
Not in detail. But I made a new friend, and now have a place to crash next time I pass through Cincinnati.
Well, you could always crash at my place; however, my place doesn't come with the possibility of sexy sex. At least, not the kind you'd prefer.
My zipper unzipped. Thank god my underwear are black like my pants.
I had that happen once when I was wearing gold tights under my black pants. At an interview, at an academic annual meeting. Luckily I was an interview-er not -ee.