I need to complain about medicine.
My family is getting ready to go on their family vacation deal out eastward in a couple weeks and everyone's making their lists of things to bring. My sister asked me for some help getting together some stuff to do in the car, so I was flipping through her list and something caught my eye (no, boys, not weird unmentionables): a whole list of drugs.
Not drugs as in illegal-type things, but other things. Allergy medicines, face cream things, and goodness only knows what else. For some reason, all of that junk makes me mad. Call me old fashioned, but when I get a headache, I refuse to take an asprin (unless I'm going to work or some other place that's only bound to make it incredibly worse). Did people a hundred years ago survive with allergies, pimples, and headaches? Obviously. Do people DIE from any of the above? Very few. So why in hell does my 13-year old sister have to list off an entire section for medication alone?
This is going to sound slightly...barbaric, I suppose, but hey, that's why it's here and not on VentingInc. I think finding cures for cancer, AIDS, etc. is a bad idea. Why? Let's look at our current population situation. I'll sum it up with the simple word "alarming." We're all familiar with exponential growth models, so I won't get into that aspect of it. Our obsession with making lives better, less diseased, and longer will only add to an already bad situation. Our immortality will be our guaranteed deaths. I believe Mr. Spier mentioned something along those lines in his discussion on Darwin and "survival of the fittest." *shrug* Food for thought.
On a much lighter note (believe it or not, there were lighter thoughts today), I know the FIRST song I wanna hear my first day at Marian: Mississippi, by Train. I heard it today playing in my sister's room and it made me think of the week I was in the dorm at Boys' State. I listened to that song several...bajillion times. It's a really good song. One of those end-of-the-CD slow songs that stick in your head. If you don't have that CD (Drops of Jupiter by Train), just let me know and I'll gladly burn you a copy.
She's On Fire...another song on that CD...makes me think of Canned Heat for some reason. Puts a much more pleasant connotation on the phrase "open up a can"...
My family is getting ready to go on their family vacation deal out eastward in a couple weeks and everyone's making their lists of things to bring. My sister asked me for some help getting together some stuff to do in the car, so I was flipping through her list and something caught my eye (no, boys, not weird unmentionables): a whole list of drugs.
Not drugs as in illegal-type things, but other things. Allergy medicines, face cream things, and goodness only knows what else. For some reason, all of that junk makes me mad. Call me old fashioned, but when I get a headache, I refuse to take an asprin (unless I'm going to work or some other place that's only bound to make it incredibly worse). Did people a hundred years ago survive with allergies, pimples, and headaches? Obviously. Do people DIE from any of the above? Very few. So why in hell does my 13-year old sister have to list off an entire section for medication alone?
This is going to sound slightly...barbaric, I suppose, but hey, that's why it's here and not on VentingInc. I think finding cures for cancer, AIDS, etc. is a bad idea. Why? Let's look at our current population situation. I'll sum it up with the simple word "alarming." We're all familiar with exponential growth models, so I won't get into that aspect of it. Our obsession with making lives better, less diseased, and longer will only add to an already bad situation. Our immortality will be our guaranteed deaths. I believe Mr. Spier mentioned something along those lines in his discussion on Darwin and "survival of the fittest." *shrug* Food for thought.
On a much lighter note (believe it or not, there were lighter thoughts today), I know the FIRST song I wanna hear my first day at Marian: Mississippi, by Train. I heard it today playing in my sister's room and it made me think of the week I was in the dorm at Boys' State. I listened to that song several...bajillion times. It's a really good song. One of those end-of-the-CD slow songs that stick in your head. If you don't have that CD (Drops of Jupiter by Train), just let me know and I'll gladly burn you a copy.
She's On Fire...another song on that CD...makes me think of Canned Heat for some reason. Puts a much more pleasant connotation on the phrase "open up a can"...
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