Mail Order Family and the American Way

The constitutionality of California's Prop 8 is being argued again in federal court. Charles Cooper, the lawyer for the pro-Prop 8, anti-gay marriage side of the case, is arguing that the point of marriage is procreation, and since the gays can't do that without help, their relationships shouldn't be called marriage. Amidst a treasure trove of similar inanities, Cooper has given us this gem: "The clear reason for marriage is that sexual relationships produce children."

Well.

My husband and I have a sexual relationship that has never, and will never, produce children. It's nice to know that our marriage is purposeless in Mr. Cooper's view.

Our pointless marriage is going on five years now. We have built, and continue to build, a life together, just like our gay friends who are in committed relationships. We have supported each other through unemployment, poverty, career changes, illness, good fortune and bad, and yes, infertility. We are best friends, we hold each other up when things just fucking suck, and in my husband's words, one of us is always the light. But, you know, Chuck's probably right. Without procreation, we're just playing house.

I should say that plans are in the works for a baby, albeit one that will only carry one of our sets of chromosomes. More than three years after we found out that my husband was infertile, we are following the lead of the lesbians and placing an order with the sperm bank. We've chosen a donor based on his exceptionally good family health history and his wordy, funny profile. He wishes to remain anonymous, though he says he may change his mind. If so, it would be up to our child to track him down when she reaches 18, if she so chooses. But make no mistake; this donor will be the father, but he will not be the dad.

Some people think we should adopt instead, some people think we should accept God's will, which is clearly for us to be childless. And some people are so excited for us that they can hardly wait. Some people have told us what great parents we will be, they've prayed for us and made art for us and sent so much love our way that it makes me hopeful and helps give me faith that this will work, that four years after we started trying to have a baby, it will happen for us. We've talked and dreamed about this for so long, and now this first attempt is only weeks away.

And here's the thing. My husband and I, as we are right now, just the two of us, we're a family. Our marriage is not perfect, it is messy and we get pissed off and frustrated and slam doors and stomp up the stairs and bitch at each other and laugh together every single day and have dance parties in the kitchen to Lady Gaga and love one another unconditionally. Our child will join our family, with its imperfections, and he will be his own person, with his own thoughts and feelings and beliefs. But we will introduce him to all of the wonderful family and friends that we are lucky enough to know and love, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Native American, black, white, Asian, Latino, gay and straight, and he will have the extreme good fortune of getting to know all of those awesome people who will welcome and love him.

That may not be Charles Cooper's idea of family values, but I happen to believe that love is greater than fear and bigotry. Otherwise, what's the point?

Shirley Sherrod

This woman has gotten royally screwed, and it's a national disgrace. If you don't know who I'm talking about, you're probably not much for paying attention to the news. Understandable, I say, when the news is so full of information that makes one a little bit stabby. Regardless, Shirley Sherrod used to be the Georgia State Director of Rural Development at the USDA. She held that post until the useless piece of human excrement over at biggovernment.com decided it would be just awesome to cut video of a speech she made at the NAACP back in the 1980s to make it seem as if she was bragging about withholding assistance to white farmers (Ms. Sherrod is black), post it, and make sure Fox News got its subhuman little hands on it. From there it was a short trip to mainstream media and the government, who demanded her resignation, calling her on her BlackBerry to let her know her career was over, and telling her she needed to pull over to the side of the road so that she could email in her resignation ASAP.

Okay, deep breath. If this woman had actually been boasting about being a racist, and had followed up her statement of "I did not give (a white farmer) the full force of what I could do," with "I told that cracker to go fuck himself!", then yes, she should have lost her job. But, oh, hey, she wasn't standing in front of the NAACP regaling members with her bigoted shenanigans, she was telling a story about how she learned to overcome her own prejudices and recognize that white farmers were as deserving of help as black farmers (by the way, those prejudices may have been formed when her father was murdered by a white man who was acquitted, despite overwhelming evidence, by a white jury. It's a possibility).

And it might be easy to see why people got so upset about this and jumped the gun, except for a couple of issues. One, you would have to be a combination of crazy and stupid to think that the edited clip was the extent of the point she was making. I've seen it, and she is clearly making a bigger point than "I don't like white people"; there is quite obviously more to the story she is telling.

Two, you would have to be lazy as fuck to take the word of an anti-government Tea Party blogger, and run with the bait he so carefully laid out, rather than, oh, I don't know, practice a little journalism, a little research, and see what the entire speech said. No one should ever take the word of any blogger, including me. Look it up for yourself and get your own accurate and reliable information before you open your cakehole. Blogs are free and easy to set up, and having one only guarantees that the blogger can type and navigate the Internet. That's all. Everyone in the media, as well as the government, should be good and goddamned ashamed of themselves for being such a bunch of unquestioning, let-others-do-the-work-for-you suckers. I'm amazed they're not all broke from sending their bank account numbers to deposed Nigerian princes.

And three, the fact that so many people blindly accepted this pile of crap as true shows their own racism, in that they think that such an open statement of bigotry would be par for the course at an NAACP meeting, as if such gatherings are all about celebrating situations when they were able to stick it to Whitey. This may be the most depressing point of all. The NAACP is far from perfect, but the assumption of inherent racism in their organization, and the antagonism between the races that has been teased out of this whole fucked up story makes it abundantly clear that we are nowhere near the "post-racial society" that all of the idiots on CNN and MSNBC were crowing about on Inauguration Day.

The Haters

So prominent "Christian" Pat Robertson has determined that the earthquake and consequent horrifying suffering in Haiti is due to their "pact with the devil", i.e. the voodoo ritual that was performed before the slave revolution in the early 1800s. I guess God would agree that revenge is a dish best served cold, according to the illustrious Rev.

This man is a douchebag. And while he is being roundly condemned in the media and by many, many pastors and priests, I know that there are plenty of people who think he's right on.

Let me just say that I am not a fan of organized religion in general. I think that too often, it is used to justify hatred, violence, oppression and intolerance. I'm not opposed to Jesus, but I find many of his followers nauseating.

I don't claim to be an expert on the Bible, but I have read enough to know that Jesus was the original bleeding heart liberal. He talked a lot about kindness, caring for the poor, reaching out to those in need. He also, if I recall correctly, made it a point to say that one should not be talking shit about "God's Will" and taking it upon himself of herself to determine whose misfortune is a result of punishment for their wicked, wicked ways.

I am incredibly sick of people who split their time between proclaiming their superior Christian-ness and spewing hate. I know too many people like this and I want to punch them in the throat. Not very Christian of me, either, but then I'm not pretending to be the Supergirl of Holier Than Thou. As my mother likes to say, "Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car." How 'bout a little more "Love thy neighbor" and "Judge not, lest ye be judged", and a little less "Yer goin' to hell, sinner!" Just a thought.

And regarding Haiti, since no one ever comments here I have no idea how many readers I have. But I know I have 510 views on my profile, so someone's reading. I posted this link on Facebook this morning and I'll put it here too. Partners in Health has people and facilities already established and on the ground in Haiti, and they do really good work. I know that some people are running donation drives on their blogs, where they donate so much money for every comment they get. I wish I could do that, too, but I want to at least put this link up. I urge everyone to click on the link and donate, even if it's just $10. It adds up, and since PIH is already established, more of your money will go to the people who need it, rather than to setting up an infrastructure for the org. Thanks.

Photo taken from hotindienews.com

A little thing called empathy, and how it seems to be in short supply these days

Let's talk about health care for a minute.

I'm one of the 50 million uninsured. I'm not an illegal immigrant*, nor am I a welfare queen with increasing numbers of children to collect my ill-gotten government spoils (psst, by the way, all those welfare queens live with unicorns and leprechauns and gay agenda recruiters in the fevered land of Conservative Imagination), nor am I a shiftless substance abuser who spends all day on her Play Station. I'm a nursing student who is working hard to get through school so I can get a job that will provide health insurance, most likely at outrageous premiums. By this time next year, I should have health care coverage and no longer have to live in fear of injuring myself or finding a lump in my breast. But until then, I'm shit out of luck, a point that was hammered home three weeks ago when I developed an abscess in my throat.

An abscess is a pocket of infection. It can develop anywhere in the body as a result of trauma, illness, or the whims of the gods. Mine was the latter; I hadn't been sick until I woke up with a swollen throat and pressure in my sinuses. Within 18 hours the pain was so bad I had Kevin drive me to the ER. Now, I'm no dummy, I knew this would cost me. I'm also no big fan of using the ER for non-emergencies, but it was 2 AM and I was in incredible pain. I was hoping for strep so I could get antibiotics and clear it up, but the rapid test came back negative and the doctor told me it was most likely viral, gave me a couple of Vicodin for the pain, and sent me home. Time spent from check-in to discharge: 25 minutes. Tally of procedures done: vital signs, strep culture, ear nose and throat assessment, the ubiquitous tapping of sinuses, and administration of 2 Vicodin by mouth. Tally of money owed by me to the hospital at this point: $800.

36 hours later, my throat is worse--it's so swollen it looks like a mushy red ping pong ball back there and I have to psych myself up each time I need to swallow. I'm taking painkillers around the clock. The one community clinic for uninsured and low-income patients (aside from the tribal clinics, which are excellent but serve specific populations only) in the area, which is 25 miles away, can't get me in, so we go back to the hospital to go to their walk-in clinic. Instead of the walk-in clinic, I get triaged back into the ER and I'm hoping this time the strep test will be positive so I don't look like a big baby who can't wait out the virus. Nobody rolls their eyes or calls me a baby. The doctor takes one look in my throat, becomes visibly alarmed, and orders a complete blood count and a CT scan with contrast. The cost of this concerns me until I get a shot of morphine. They start an IV, poke and prod me, flood me with dye that makes it feel like I've just peed myself, and scan my head and neck. This time, I'm there for 2 hours and they flirt with the idea of sending me by ambulance to Duluth for surgery, at which point not even morphine can keep my brain from flipping back to what little I know about the procedure of declaring bankruptcy. They consult by phone with the ENT specialist in Duluth, who thinks it's fine if I just come and see him in his office in the morning. Fortunately, when we show up there the next day, he declares the CT scan results "impressive" but thinks it can be cleared up with some heavy-duty antibiotics and surgery isn't necessary. I can't even tally the procedures done, but I did get IV antibiotics and steroids for the swelling, the CT scan, blood tests, morphine, and some other stuff. Total for this ER visit: just shy of $3000. Total for the 20 minutes I spent with the ENT specialist in Duluth while he looked in my throat and checked out the CD of my scan: $176. 

So you're probably thinking, well, those scans and ER visits are expensive, everyone knows that. True. But since people who have insurance often don't see an itemized bill of their medical visits (and insurance often negotiates for more reasonable fees than we uninsured schmucks have to pay), you might be interested to see how those charges add up. For example, just for walking into the ER with a "mod/high severity" problem, I was charged $325.80. Throw in a doctor to see me at that level and it's another $386.40. And my personal favorite, when I got that shot of morphine, it cost $109.60. Not including the morphine. Just getting the injection cost that much. If I'd have known that, I could have done it myself and I wouldn't have even charged them. Hell, starting the IV only cost half that, which makes no sense since it's a much more skilled task. I think the nurses' union should really be pushing for a cut of this, cause that nurse earned the hospital over $150 for less than five minutes worth of work.

Now, here's the thing that really chapped my ass and made me finally get around to writing this little autobiography/tirade (the tirade's on its way, in case you were wondering). I got yet another bill the other day for the services of a radiologist, for $266. You might think those services would be included in the $1115.75 the hospital's charging me for the CT scan, but you would be wrong. I called the billing person to ask about the bill, saying I had a question about it. She immediately starts firing questions at me about how I'm going to pay for it--Visa or MasterCard? I finally get a chance to break in and ask if I can ask my own question and she graciously allows it, so I tell her I'm unclear as to what the bill is for. She said it was for the person who read the scan. 

Okay. Here's the deal: the doctor in the ER told me I had a peritonsillar abscess. As I found out the next day from the specialist in Duluth, this was not possible, as I haven't had tonsils since I was eight. I did have an abscess and it was in my throat, but placement matters. It matters to potential airway restriction, it matters to whether or not the abscess can spread into other areas, like, oh, maybe your brain (and I realize that sounds like a scare-mongering urban myth but my brother had a friend and co-worker die of such a thing and I would rather not die from something so preventable, thanks). So if, in fact, there was a radiologist on duty who passed that information on to the ER doc (a question in and of itself as it was after hours), he didn't really know what the fuck he was talking about. So I get to pay $266 for some incompetent baseless speculation, which obviously thrills me to no end.

So now all of this ER excitement and billing madness is of course going on at the same time as these heated healthcare debates. And you know what? I'm sitting here looking at over $4000 in medical bills, which is really nothing compared to what it could have been and what a lot of other people have to deal with it, and I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR ANY MORE OF THIS RIDICULOUS "SOCIALISM" FEAR-MONGERING BULLSHIT. Health care that doesn't bankrupt people is not supposed to be a special treat for a lucky few, and it shouldn't be set aside as a privilege for those lucky enough to have a decent job that offers decent health insurance. Making sure everyone in our country can get and afford health care is not socialism or fascism (and, little tip to crazy screaming people who think only some people deserve health care--socialism is the polar opposite of fascism. Read up on some basic political theory before you get too wild-eyed to read anything). It is called taking care of your community. 

Worried about your taxes going up? To be honest, yes, they probably would go up with single-payer health care coverage, which is the system that Canada has. But consider for just a minute how much you pay in monthly premiums for your health insurance coverage through your employer, assuming you're lucky enough to have health coverage. When Kevin and I did have insurance, we paid $300 a month to cover both of us under his plan, and that is not at all unusually high. $3600 a year, while we were making around 35-40K a year between the two of us. That's 10% of our income! Do you honestly believe that taxes for the average family, simply for health care coverage, would be $3600 a year if we had a single-payer system? You might, and if you do, you've probably fully convinced yourself and I should just leave you to drawing Hitler mustaches on pictures of Obama. But for the rest of you, really stop and think about it. Think about how many people Medicare covers right now, and look at the amount of money taken out of your paycheck for that, then use your head and apply some critical thinking skills.

So numbers are fine, but for me, I just don't like the fact that so many of us think it's perfectly okay that someone can get prostate cancer and his friends have to hold a bake sale to pay for his chemo. I don't like the fact that someone having a heart attack may not just be terrified about whether or not she's going to live, but whether or not this is going to cost her her house. I don't like it. I'm not working my ass off to become a nurse because I think only certain people deserve to be treated without having to worry about how they're going to come up with the money to pay for it. Nobody gets sick on purpose. Throw around all the value judgments you want about obesity and health care costs, but marathon runners have heart attacks too. Yes, we all have an obligation to ourselves and our loved ones to do what we can to take care of ourselves, but the fact of the matter is, sometimes illness and injuries just happen, and it's out of our control, and we all deserve to be able to focus on healing without worrying about finding a decent bankruptcy lawyer.

*For what it's worth, I have no problem with undocumented immigrants, but I know there is much hysteria about OMG those people don't even belong here and they can just waltz into any of OUR hospitals and get emergency health care?!! This is another topic entirely and one that I don't care to get into right now, but let me just say that if you think someone should be allowed to bleed to death because they snuck into this country illegally because it's the only way they could earn any money to feed their family, you are missing a serious chunk of your humanity. That goes double if you call yourself a Christian. 

It's a nice cut, but do you have something that says "I'm going to kill my date tonight?"

What the fuck, huh? I mean, what the fucking fuck? What kind of smug little wiener thought this would be a fine image to sell an ugly-ass suit?

I'm not really sure what is up with people who find depictions of murdered, tortured, brutalized women sexy. What, exactly, are the douchebags over at duncan quinn trying to say here? That you too can put on a plaid suit and strangle a woman with your tie? Hey, you've got a date and you don't even have to buy her dinner or listen to her yapping! And you'll get to wear an expensive suit, which you will remember fondly later on, when your choices are limited to denim jumpsuits.

This shit pisses me off. What pisses me off even more is that when someone speaks up and says "That is a seriously fucked-up ad," we all have to listen to jackass ad executives and commentators defend it and call those of us who find it offensive a bunch of humorless feminists. Because if we just had a sense of humor, we'd see it was hip and edgy to sell clothing using images of murder.

Jeez, lighten up, ladies! They don't really want to kill you, they just think it's sexy when you look like you've died a violent death. What's your problem, anyway?

The pre-crack Whitney was right, children ARE the future

I used to think that my outspokenly liberal nature was, while always a part of me, something that really took off in my late teens and early twenties. But the other day I remembered something from my childhood.

When I was 8, Ronald Reagan was in office, and I did not like him. Granted, when you're that age, if you have any thoughts on politics, they come from your parents. Still, I watched the news. I knew nuclear war was scary and bad. And even at that tender age, I could see that Reagan was kind of a joke, an affable old fart with a penchant for illegal weapons sales and rambling speeches about Evil Empires. Side note: who decided he was one of our greatest presidents? Cause I don't think the historical record bears that out.

Anyway, I started hearing about this "Star Wars" program, and at first I didn't understand why people were getting so upset about Star Wars. I liked it, especially Han Solo. When it was explained to me that, no, it was actually a nickname for a nuclear weapons program called SDI, or Strategic Defense Initiative, and it would make the Soviet Union angry and cost lots and lots of money, I thought that was a bad idea. Actually, as soon as I heard "nuclear weapon" I thought about how a nuclear war would destroy the world, which I had read somewhere ("somewhere" being closer to Tales of a Fourth-Grade Nothing than The Economist), and I worked myself up into quite a state of righteous indignation, if memory serves. I got so angry I decided i was going to write the president A LETTER.

So I sat at our dining room table and wrote something along the lines of "Please don't start a nuclear war with Star Wars. Nuclear weapons are bad and we should be friends with the Soviet Union." I think it was a little more fleshed out than that, but you get the drift. I also drew mushroom clouds with sienna crayons to illustrate my point to dramatic effect. My mom mailed it for me and I waited for my response. I was certain I would receive a tear-stained letter from Ronnie, telling me that I had made him see the error of his war-mongering ways, and he was convening a diplomatic envoy to Moscow; would I please serve as Junior Ambassador?

Weeks went by and I started to get a little annoyed that he hadn't responded yet; after all, how many articulate (and illustrated!) pleas for peace could the president be receiving from precocious children? I couldn't imagine very many children wrote to the president.

Finally, I came home from school to find an envelope from the White House waiting for me. I tore it open, read it eagerly, then cried "What the hell is this shit?" (That's not a verbatim quote. My truck driver vocabulary has been developed over many many years and was still in the incubation stage when I was 8). In response to my impassioned letter, I had received a picture of Ron and Nancy, a "Just Say No" sticker, and an incredibly lame brochure, printed on cardstock, about the Youth of America being The Future.

I was not pleased. I promptly threw it all in the trash and declared that I would wash my hands of this bozo president of ours. If he wasn't going to listen to an 8-year-old girl from Minnesota, who on earth could get through to him? My cynicism began to develop that day, and the following year in school, when we talked about satire and put together a silly little magazine, I drew a scathing cartoon that depicted Reagan freaking out about running out of jellybeans while weapons (including arrows, which I could never really explain, but they were easy to draw) flew past his head in the Oval Office. It was the sort of thing that almost certainly could have brought the government to its knees had it received distribution beyond the parents of the ten kids who worked on it. I'm a grudge-holder, what can I say?