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Yesterday, the Susan G. Komen Foundation blindsided Planned Parenthood with the news they would be withholding 700,000 dollars that would have allowed poor and underserved communities access to breast exams and mammogram and biopsy referrals. The stated reason for this bereavement of service was the fact that the organization is currently under investigation by the federal government — according to Komen their hands were tied. Which is a crock of shit, they changed the rule after Planned Parenthood was already under investigation in order to pretend they still give a fuck about breast cancer. Which is going to be a tough sell. It is hard to pretend you give a fuck about cancer when you commit to saying NO to a chance at early detection once every three minutes for an entire year. If I’m out in the field with you scouting for land mines, and the first stage of your land mine removal plan is to heap all the metal detectors in a pile and burn them, forgive me for assuming you LOVE land mines, and want them to keep taking people out.
This is what Karen Handel, the Vice President for Public Policy of Susan G. Komen and failed gubernatorial disaster, has orchestrated. She stated quite plainly during her campaign that she wanted to defund Planned Parenthood entirely and apparently she’s got a long enough stride to step over a few dead poor people to get what she wants. The money in question would have allowed people in dire straits the chance to save their own lives, to start treatment earlier, to discover the disease sooner. Handel is fine with a mammogram being an extravagance available only to the rich, with people with breast cancer dying for her personal crusade against reproductive justice. So far, she has failed. She has prevented a grand total of zero abortions, and proven that her foundation cares less about breast cancer than they do about about empty, grand gestures of evangelical and neoconservative solidarity.
With all of these failures under her belt, perhaps Karen Handel might consider retiring from the “doing things” racket? Might return to private life knowing that the universe is so consistently working against her will?
Here’s fucking hoping.
As a Georgian, I’d like to say I’m sorry y’all that we failed to elect Karen Handel and now she’s spreading her shit thick and wide. Gotdamn.
I was already pretty against Komen for several reasons, one being a preference to support local, more direct patient/survivor assistance breast cancer charities, but this is the nail in the coffin.
This is a boring post and to keep anyone at home who cares apprised of my life. :)
- I arrived this afternoon after driving from Louisville. Indiana is BORING. Goddamn corn. The windmills were cool though.
- Moved in successfully. A little not into it… it’s not ideal. I have 2 tiny bedrooms, which is okay, but I’m sharing a bathroom with a dude that somehow has less storage than my last bathroom. No shelves or anything. Just 1 drawer and a small under the sink area. And I really prefer to be alone. I will be moving again soon. I’m only obligated here till April 1.
- I’m in the West Loop and ‘hood seems cool. Need to explore!
- Paid 20 bones to park at my office for 1 hour while I got the movers going there. I know I should expect such shit, but oh dear lord, $20 for 60 minutes!!!!!! That’s insane.
- I have my car here till next week then my dad is flying up to take it home.
- I drove in circles awhile while my GPS was on the fritz. I’ve mentioned before how I’ve only lived in ATL or Athens right? Well, I’ve never had to learn a new city in terms of how to get places and I am so overwhelmed. Shit is confusing.
- Headed to Target for essentials. Proceeded to bitch on the phone to my mom about how they do not sell just bottom sheets. I do not use a top sheet. Hate ‘em. Fitted sheet + down comforter with duvet is amazing.
- After getting home, immediately went into the salon at the corner and booked highlights and a haircut. This busted ass hair WILL NOT STAND.
- Unpacked the essentials. Poured some wine. Trying to chill out. Trying not to be sad.
- Good day overall though.
Louisville this morning from my hotel room. (Taken with instagram)
Cozy. Good thing I have two bedrooms. (Taken with instagram)
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I will miss:
- My porch
- My parents’ condo (mother: “I’m excited to try new white wines, Trader Joe’s treats me right.”)
- My mom’s gloating and sticking her bonus number via iPhone calc in my face. This just happened. She bragged about her 6-figure bonus and laughed in my face. Power company evils. I’ll miss finding her sympathetic.
- Betsy (dog; mom’s).
- Panda and Otter (dogs; brother’s).
- Marta’s incompetencies
- Ugh: bro, mom, dad (they live here)
- My mom’s advice about what to do if I got arrested for murder: “ask for a lawyer!!!!” She was serious.
- Taqueria del Sol, La Fonda Latina, Fox Bros., Figo, etc
- Carleigh’s weed
- My cats (actual cats)
- Decatur’s constant promise of fun
- Landmark theatre
- Kyle’s smile
- Hand in Hand dollar beers
- Scoutmob
- High school loves
- Park: all
- Pride parties
- More!
- MORE
Current discussion with my mother has led here. Annie Potts is on a new show. (!!!!!!!!!!)
Atlanta I am very sad. And drunk.
Now enjoying my last Atlanta meal prepared by mi madre. And watching her insult The Bachelor is awesome. (Taken with instagram)