Wal-Mart
The L.A. Times is running a series of articles on Wal-Mart. I promise I’m not going to get mouthy … I’ll let this do it for me.
The L.A. Times is running a series of articles on Wal-Mart. I promise I’m not going to get mouthy … I’ll let this do it for me.
Okay, today seems to be my rant day.
They’re fighting about whether the morning after pill should be made available without a prescription. Opponents say it will make young women rely on the morning after pill as a form of birth control and reduce the number of teens seeing a doctor for birth control.
Now, is it just me, or are those most fervently anti-abortion also fervently anti-pregnancy prevention? Get real: condoms break. And Stuff that Shouldn’t Happen happens anyway. This is a good OPTION after the dirty deed has been done.
Regarding the argument that it would reduce the number of teens going to a doctor for BC, well, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Any doctor worth his salt wouldn’t send a teen away without a bagload of condoms–which can be bought at any drugstore once they’ve gotten over their initial embarassment. Are they going to try to make condoms available only with a prescription now? Wouldn’t surprise me.
Here’s one thing I simply don’t understand: why people are planning to vote for Nader.
Okay, maybe they like what he stands for, but the fact of the matter is that it just siphons off people who would ordinarily vote for the Democratic candidate. C’mon people! Let’s get Bush out of office. That should be our number one priority. Every time I hear him speak, I just cringe and wonder what insanity got him elected. Oh wait … yeah, that’s right … he WASN’T elected.
Stayed up far too late last night reading two more Sujata Massey books. Mike caught another one of the squirrels scrabbling about in the walls and we drove it up to Camel’s Back Park and let it out. Then ran up to the airport to change the freebie ticket into Steve’s name. Now I need to finish the assignment for my writing group, mail Steve’s ticket and then buy Christmas presents. Every year, say NO MORE PRESENTS, but alas, it never seems to work out.