. . . Clocks, yes; people, no. In fact, this is officially creepy. Just remember, kids, pretending to love humanity != loving humanity. Think about this the next time your doctor invites you into a darkened Victorian alley for a “routine procedure.”
Founders of British obstetrics ‘were callous murderers‘
They are giants of medicine, pioneers of the care that women receive during childbirth and were the founding fathers of obstetrics. The names of William Hunter and William Smellie still inspire respect among today’s doctors, more than 250 years since they made their contributions to healthcare. Such were the duo’s reputations as outstanding physicians that the clienteles of their private practices included the rich and famous of mid-18th-century London.
I often find myself swimming against the stream of public opinion, and that goes for my Jayhawks, too. To wit, A Contention that Most Everyone Will Think Sounds Crazy But Is Actually True:
CJ Henry is a better get for the program than his brother Xavier.
Point the second: The current Christian obsession with getting teenagers not to have sex is the very definition of “Sisyphean.”
Point the third: Abstinance-only education (and the ‘purity’ trope not only fails in every regard, it nets out in more unwanted pregnancies and STDs.
Via openeducation.net:
Therefore, those youngsters who took the virginity pledge were not only just as likely to have intercourse, they ultimately were more likely to take part in sex in an unsafe manner.
^ That would be the boulder rolling back down the hill part.
And to be honest with you, I would probably rather be 14 and pregnant with siphylis than have to sit through this more than once:
Almost three years ago, towards the beginning of my attempt to learn to cook, I had my first and only inedible culinary failure. I tried to make Spoon Lamb (Gigot De Sept Heures), a provinical French dish that was to render a leg of lamb so tender that you could eat it with a spoon.
Roasted for hours in root vegetables, wine and herbs, this lamb would be served in its own sauce over white beans. What could be better?
Alas, I didn’t read carefully enough to realize that you absolutely had to cover the lamb in foil before you roasted it for six hours. Needless to say, I ended up with Shoe Lamb (Chaussure De Sept Heures).
This week I’ve been reading the Three Musketeers (in order to work up my courage, drunken insouciance and general sense of romantic adventure), and tomorrow, I will revisit my Own Private Waterloo, and this time I will conquer Spoon Lamb.
What ever happened to getting caught with transvetite prostitutes? Is that completely passe now?
Scandal 1: Family Values strike again!
Note to self: if I plan to make my primary life’s scam that of a right-wing “family values” politician, don’t be a lyingstupid hypocrite. Depite the laughably predictable insincerity from a moralist, this California Congressman’s litany of sexual conquest makes better listening than the second hand accounts of gay bathroom sex we’ve grown used to here in ‘Merica.
This one initially scores 8.5 for prurient detail alone, but gets bumped up to 9.0 for the fact he was cheating on one mistress with the other, his wife apparently out of the picture altogether, and both mistresses were also lobbyists.
An Argentine soul-mate? CHILD’S PLAY.
Scandal 2: Therese Ziemann will destroy your wee-wee.
My new #1 Internet Fact™: You don’t cheat on Therese Ziemann if you’re already cheating on your wife with Therese Ziemann.
Pro Evolution Chronicles: (Not) Greg Downs chronicles his on-again, on-again relationship with the Pro Evolution Soccer video-game series. Play up, you Sky Blues!
Sesquipedalia: Check out the 100-word short story writing contest. Quality!
Hall of Douchebags: An all-time classic gallery making fun of crapy band photos. Been in a crappy band? Like to cringe?
Go Fug Yourself: you don't have to have an understanding of (or appreciation for) fashion in order to laugh at badly dressed celebrities. I really think this blog has some of the best humorus writing on the net.
Stuff White People Like: Sometimes I can't tell white people apart. (whispering) Is that racist?
