i mean, i have to…. otherwise, how are they ever supposed to grow?

but i just had such a horrifyingly depressing day at the doctor’s office, i can’t help this post.

first, there was the june 07 vanity fair that was chillin in the waiting room, all innocuous-like with bruce willis on the cover doing something totally ridiculous, that accosted me with THIS article:

The British jihadist. How did a nation move from cricket and fish-and-chips to burkas and shoe-bombers in a single generation?

…like imagine what would happen if the trend of radical fundamentalism slapped tolerance across the face with a glove, and then two trends went about having a proper british-style duel–and the article ends before you find you who’s going to win. (but why do you get the feeling it’s not who you’d prefer?)

followed by the woman in the too-tight paper lab-coat drawing my blood going off, apropos of nothing, about how being gay is a choice. but she didn’t mean it in the good kind of “identity expression” sort of choice. no. she meant it in the bad kind of “no, it ain’t genetic” kind of choice. it’s just a “craving,” she said. “like for candy.” (she didn’t mean THAT in a good way either).

why do i get the feeling she would have sided with obesity being a genetic predisposition tho?

anyone else feel like it’s…oh… COMPLETELY inappropriate for someone who works in the blood testing industry to be doing this kind of preachin?