Brain: Now with Added Iron!

Bimbo-Proofing the Nursery

Oh, I so identify with this:

What I've come to realize is that there are really two people inside me: the Dude Self and the Dad Self. The Dude Self has an evolutionary mandate. Namely, to get his DNA into all available fertile females. This is how I explain the compulsion toward media sluts, who, after all, sow the fantasy that women exist only for the carnal pleasure of men.

But then there's the Dad Self. The Dad Self has to worry about the survival of his wife and offspring. It might be said that his genetic material is heavily mortgaged. He regards women differently, especially if he has a daughter. Now he must think about the kind of world in which he'd like her to grow up, and especially how he'd like other males to treat her, which is to say not as a sexual chew toy, but with kindness and respect.

(via Bookslut)

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Elf to go under the knife, so to speak

Well, it looks like I'm going to be going in for endoscopic surgery in the second week of June. My doctor is fed up with my complaints about my insides and sent me to a specialist who, naturally, wanted to take a look. So it looks like I'll at least be getting some answers.

The doc seemed like a nice guy, early 30s, used to dealing with lots of middle-aged whiners like me. During the medical history, since he needs to know everything about my GI tract, I listed off all the relevant particulars, you know, no food allergies, glass of wine now and then, no smoking, lots of coffee, and then I said, "How do I put this? I was joking with my wife the other day that I didn't have this much problem with my insides when I was dating boys."

He didn't even blink. Just casually noted it down, asked the obvious questions, yes I've been tested recently, yes, I'm negative for everything.

Anyway, we talked about anaesthetics and reactions to them, and the usual possible risks of surgery, and that'll be that. More as time goes on.

Don't worry about me. It's just an endoscope and biopsy. If you want to really see something to worry about, well, you could always take a look at Jay Lake's blog and worry that he's going in for bowel resectioning surgery today to cut out a tumor this afternoon.

Between now and then you'll still have to read through my jury duty. That's in just ten days! Eek.