Tuesday, December 1, 2009
As someone who buys her own insurance, I must stare into the face of the most blatant sex discrimination I have ever encountered personally. This is not hyperbole, and it *is* saying a lot when you considering my MadMen-era work environment.Nearly all plans from private insurers charge me 100% more than a man my age (30) and will do so until I am in my 40s. Few will cover birth control, and fewer still will cover abortion. If I become pregnant, I will need to pay out of pocket for all the attendant care (+/- $10K) or have the foresight to get a "pregnancy rider" on my insurance that will levy an additional $100 onto my premium raising my rate to nearly 200% more than a man my same age. Again, this is not just one insurance company, this is par for the course on all the companies I have reviewed and engaged: BC/BS, Golden Rule, United Healthcare, State Farm, and a variety of local providers.
As my premiums go up an average of 20% a year, I can't escape the feeling that I am emptying my pocketbook to an industry that, for all intents and purposes, punishes me for my sex and for my sexuality.
The Stupak-Pitts Amendment reinforces this divide between the sexes in health care, saying effectively to men, "You don't have anything to worry about until it's time for. Have fun and keep the change!" and to women, "Watch it now! That machinery between your legs is expensive and dangerous and if you can't handle it the right way, that's on you. The right way being... don't ever have sex." This is thinking that was embarrassingly obsolete in the 20th century and certainly has no place in the 21st century.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I decided to hibernate for the winter. Because it is truly, truly awful here. There is snow EVERYWHERE and my nose hairs freeze as soon as I go outside. I can't walk anywhere... the sidewalks are all ice and punctuated by 4 foot snowbanks that I have to CLIMB over. Literal- fucking-HOISTING of my person.
In order to make it all bearable,I had decided to cocoon myself until the snow melts. My life has been down right ascetic since Thanksgiving: strict budgeting, nose-to-the-grindstone working, healthful eating, cleaning, circadian-rhythm keeping.
I haven't been to a bar in 3 months. I've taken up knitting. I make lists. I dust. I save.
Well, okay, maybe "ascetic" is exactly the right word. But I consider regular indulging in and of my boyfriend to be vital to my physical and spiritual health.
I want Spring to hurry up so I can show off my shiny new self. And to walk wherever my feet want to take me.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Following a conviction in 2002 for possession of 40 kg of nutmeg and weapons charges, Lebkuchen began his life on the lam, working for a time at the Keebler factory in Milwaukee and for a Pepperidge Farm distributorship in Alabama. Madison police would often receive missives from the fugitive sprinkled with cinnamon with the words, "You can't catch me! I'm the Gingerbread Man" scrawled in chocolate. Carjackings and armed Buddy Squirrel robberies led to arrest warrants throughout the South and Midwest, caused the FBI to become involved in 2005.
In May 2007, Lebkuchen's aunt had become diagnosed with a rare form of oral cancer. Police were kept on high alert for his possible reappearance.
Early this morning, a man walking his dog on East Washington Avenue happened upon what appeared to be a body partially dismembered and stuffed in a plastic bag. Authorities identified the body as that of Lebkuchen. The cause of death has yet to be determined. There is speculation that Lebkuchen was killed by rival gang members for still unsolved 2001 rolling-pin bludgeoning of Anton "Teddygraham" Ramirez.