Mother

•May 9, 2010 • Leave a Comment

On this day where we celebrate the #1 Women in our lives, please remember how much work there is to do for every woman to be as loved as we love “mother”, whoever that woman is for you. Happy Mother’s Day.

I’ve been spending the afternoon reading about women and came back to the V-Day movement, reading about women of the Congo, reading about the women in Haiti, and the girls bought and sold in cities and far-flung nowheres in Asia. I don’t think that I will ever grow an emotional “callus” to hearing these stories and I hope I never do. But something in me has shifted, because before, when I would start to hear women and children’s stories about violence, rape, displacement, etc., I would tune out or leave the room or nod in some kind of solidarity and try to find out more on how I could help or do something. But now I want to listen. Listening is such an integral part in understanding, and developing, and doing.

There are hundreds of vids on YouTube about what’s going on in the Congo and all over the world. I will not choose one over another.

Women for Women International has been eye-opening.

Suggested reading:

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas Kristof and his wife Sheryl WuDunn.

some thoughts on BDSM

•May 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

…. via chat.

Take what you can from the convo with a friend. And by all means… engage us in the conversation. Twitter: strangeplaces

16:50 Friend: First I had a huge freakout related to topping that boy and had to sit around for a day and do a lot of work about agency, violence, sexuality, consent, etc
16:51 me: yeah. Im telling you. be careful with SM. it reinforces too many wrong thing
16:51 me: s
16:52 Friend: yeah, I know.
16:53 Friend: but something’s telling me I should do this.
16:53 me: ok
16:53 me: if it is, then do it. but make sure you’re doing it for the right reason.
16:54 Friend: that there’s something in it I need to finish.
16:54 me: that was a confusing lesson for me when I was in the scene
16:54 Friend: yeah?
16:54 me: yeah I got into it seeking power
16:54 me: power power power
16:54 Friend: me too, actually – I was in it as a sub ’cause I’d been taught to put someone else’s needs first and send my own agency somewhere else
16:54 me: cuz I never saw myself as a powerful person, even tho almost everyone i’d met before that time in my life had said I came off as an intimidating person
16:55 Friend: yeah, I definitely see that, and I’m struggling with balancing off that insecurity with a sense of myself as a caretaker rather than a dominator
16:55 me: yeah
16:56 me: and it doesnt mean there’s mutual exclusivity… as humans we have both personas
16:56 me: and each as sub personas
16:56 me: and all that other tangled up shit
16:56 Friend: yeah. I’m trying to construct it as a safe place for gingersnap to have his submissive cake
16:56 Friend: yeah, I know. I’m staying out of the scene this time… too many vampires.
16:56 me: the point is to just be comfortable with the vascillation and to know how much of it is an angry ego, and how much of it is coming int oyourself. it’s veeeeeeeeeeery much not a straightline path
16:57 Friend: yeah. and a very hard thing to deal with.
16:57 me: more than the vampires it’s just people who really just want love
16:57 me: there’s this constant self-chastisement and self-hatred that after a while became so transparent to me
16:57 me: I couldnt reinforce it in someone else .
16:57 Friend: interesting.
16:57 me: it’s like man, you dont need me to spank you … you need to love yourself.
16:58 Friend: I know that feeling…
16:58 me: I mean there’s the line where, sure, spankings and bondage and shit is just FUN… it’s funky, it’s cute, it’s playing with the nono’s of society
16:58 me: that’s fine, I think.
16:58 me: but for the people that take that shit SERIOUSLY
16:58 me: as submissives and as doms, I think there can be some dangerous problems there
16:59 me: doesn’t have anything to do with consent but more like… looking at how people feed into each other’s spirals and never really grow emotonally. even though they may have heightened emotional experiences IN a BDSM situation, those experiences are still born from that old, fragile and non-loving way of thinking
16:59 me: and therefore they won’t remained heightened, leading to something better
17:00 Friend: you know, that’s exactly what I’d been worrying about and was having a hard time expressing.
17:01 me: yeah
17:01 Friend: I don’t want this to be about “my mom wanted me to be someone else and my dad wouldn’t stand up for me” AGAIN. and every time I chastise the boy I feel horrible about it later
17:01 me: then don’t keep doing it
17:01 Friend: I wonder what I could do with him instead…
17:01 me: ask him
17:02 Friend: will do
17:02 me: you lose no “power” with him when talking to him
17:02 me: thats a high tenet in BDSM. you talk about eeeeeeeeeeeverything
17:03 me: and tell him. you dont like the aftereffects you experience after punishing him and you want it to be a positive experience for the both of you
17:03 me: this is how you satisfy the “caretaker” in you an the “power” impulse in you. admitting any feeling of weakness or distress is actually power in and of itself. something too many “tops” forget. and they keep doing things even though it hurts them and everyone ends up fucked up
17:04 Friend: you need to blog this somewhere
17:05 me: I’ll put it up on Women in strange

Margaret Moth RIP

•March 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I didn’t know anything about this woman til I just read this story on CNN. A compelling life and I’m glad she enjoyed and was present and active in her life. I doubt she’ll “rest”, for such a spirit will likely come back the MOMENT it can, heheh. But for now, rest in peace Margaret.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/03/21/margaret.moth.obit/index.html?hpt=C1

(CNN) — Simply put, Margaret Moth made an impression.

Given her jet-black hair, thick black eyeliner, black clothes and combat boots (which she often slept in while on assignment), people didn’t always know what to think upon meeting her. She was quirky, the sort who excused herself from a social gathering by saying she had to wash her socks. And she was fearless, the kind of woman who not only kept the camera rolling while under fire, but zoomed in on a soldier who was shooting at her.

Colleagues learned quickly to appreciate all that this CNN camerawoman was. Beyond her rich personality, which included deep optimism and kindness, she brought to her profession top-notch technical abilities, unmatched dedication and an approach to work that inspired others to push themselves.

Moth sought out, even demanded, assignments in conflict zones. She barely survived being shot in the face in Sarajevo in 1992, only to go back as soon as she was physically able. The multiple reconstructive surgeries that followed, as well as the hepatitis C she contracted from a consequent blood transfusion, were mere obstacles she moved around.

But more than three years after being diagnosed with colon cancer, her tremendous life journey has come to an end.

Moth, known for her gutsiness, striking appearance, distinctive humor and sense of fun, died early Sunday in Rochester, Minnesota. She was 59.

“Dying of cancer, I would have liked to think I’d have gone out with a bit more flair,” she said with a laugh last spring during an interview with a CNN documentary crew that had traveled to Texas, where she was visiting friends.

“The important thing is to know that you’ve lived your life to the fullest,” she said then, before tubing down a river in Austin, Texas; taking jaunts to Cape Cod and the Canadian Rockies; and piloting a houseboat up the Mississippi River — replete with beer and Cuban cigars. “I don’t know anyone who’s enjoyed life more.”
Born Margaret Wilson in Gisborne, New Zealand, to a homemaker and a man who made swimming pools, she got her first camera at age 8. She later changed her name to Margaret Gipsy Moth, a nod to the airplane, which was appropriate for a woman who had a penchant for jumping out of planes, barefoot.

She said she never aspired to be a photojournalist. Rather her path, she explained, was mostly driven by a love of history and her desire to see it unfold firsthand.

Whether she was amid rioters after Indira Gandhi’s assassination or covering a long menu of wars spanning continents, Moth felt she and her colleagues were the lucky ones.

“You could be a billionaire, and you couldn’t pay to do the things we’ve done,” said Moth, who had most recently called Istanbul, Turkey, home.

Reported to be New Zealand’s first camerawoman, she came to the U.S. and worked for KHOU in Houston, Texas, for about seven years before moving to CNN in 1990.

When other photojournalists dived behind cars as militiamen opened fire on protesters in Tbilisi, Georgia, she stood her ground and kept her camera running. As a band of medical professionals defied Israeli tanks and armored vehicles, marching into then-Palestinian Authority President Yasser Arafat’s compound in the West Bank, she got in the middle of the group, joined them and helped nab an exclusive interview. When many around her slept in Sarajevo, she set to work in a destroyed hotel room, filming with a night scope through holes blown out by artillery fire, hiding herself and camera from the eyes of snipers.

The Serbian sniper bullet that did hit Moth while she was traveling along “sniper alley” in Sarajevo shattered her jaw, blew out her teeth and destroyed a portion of her tongue — which left her forever sounding like she was drunk, she said.

Others got angry, as the van she traveled in was clearly marked as a press vehicle, but she refused to go there.

” ‘We came into their war. Fair’s fair,’ ” former CNN correspondent Stefano Kotsonis, who was with her when she was shot, remembered her saying. ” ‘I don’t blame anyone for firing at me. They’re in a war, and I stepped into it.’ “

Her attitude made other colleagues, many of whom were interviewed for the documentary “Fearless: The Margaret Moth Story,” strive to be better at what they did. Sound techs and correspondents would often follow her lead, whether they felt ready or not. She was known to outrun her own security. Photojournalists viewed her as a bar-setter.

Another of CNN’s international camerawomen remembers Moth

Christiane Amanpour, CNN’s chief international correspondent, who’d been away from Sarajevo when her friend was shot, was sitting at Moth’s hospital bedside when an assignment editor from the international desk called. He wanted to know if Amanpour was ready to return to the conflict zone, she recalled for the documentary about Moth.

“I said I’d go back, and I know to this day that if I hadn’t said yes then, I probably never would have gone back, and I never would have done this career. But I said yes because I couldn’t say no,” Amanpour remembered, fighting back tears. “We did the work for her. We did it because she was our champion, and we wanted to be her champion.”

Sure enough, as soon as Moth could carry a camera again, six months later, she went straight back to Sarajevo to join her CNN colleagues. She joked that she was there to find her teeth.

Moth maintained her humor amid madness and helped others smile and unwind when the surroundings could make levity seem impossible.

She enlisted a producer to go rollerblading with her on the marble floors of a Baghdad, Iraq, hotel lobby. She forced colleagues to tell her who they’d rather sleep with, while giving them horrifying choices. She liked to kick back with fine cigars and could drink others under the table.

Despite her tough exterior, there was insecurity, a vanity to her. No matter where she was, Moth rose early to do her eye makeup and hair. Forever worried about her weight, she picked at a block of cheese in Bosnia for about six weeks and got by on mango juice during a stretch in the West Bank.

She admitted that after being shot, she was more afraid of what she’d look like than she was of dying. Enveloped in bandages, she slipped her dear friend Joe Duran a note asking him if she looked like a monster.

But she often worried about others more than herself.

Moth enjoyed working with seasoned correspondents but also looked out for those who were new. In Pakistan, she taught Patty Sabga to sleep behind couches and talked her through everything she was shooting to help Sabga build her stories. And in Afghanistan, she carefully led the former CNN correspondent through rubble that probably hid land mines.

“She took such incredible care of me and taught me so much,” Sabga said. “I can honestly say that the work I did with Margaret Moth is still the very best work of my career.”

Moth repeatedly visited the doctor who saved her life. And she boosted the spirits and changed the attitude of another CNN photojournalist, David Allbritton, when he was seriously injured by a bomb in Sarajevo in 1995.

“She made me realize that I was going to get through this,” he said. “She set an example by overcoming everything that’s happened to her. … I took that example, and I’m shooting today. I’m not sure that I would be doing what I’m doing today if it had not been for Margaret Moth.”

Her chosen lifestyle didn’t leave room for children of her own, but she bonded with them across the globe. And her love of animals was so deep that she refused to ride in a horse-pulled wagon, preferring to run with heavy equipment in the desert heat while on assignment in Petra, Jordan.

In fact, when it became clear that the advanced cancer would end her life, the concern that drove her to tears was her cats — the more than 25 strays she looked after in Istanbul.

“She was more upset about them than she was about dying,” said Duran, who rushed to her side after she’d been medevaced out of Sarajevo. But when Duran, also a CNN cameraman, moved into her home in Turkey with the promise that he’d care for the cats, he said Moth told him, ” ‘Now I can die happy.’ “

Duran was by Moth’s side when she died. He said he will be taking her ashes back to Istanbul, where he will place them in her garden, beside a photograph of her. There, as she wanted, she’ll be able to hang out with her cats.

There were a few things Moth wished she had done. She would have liked to have seen the Krak des Chevaliers, a medieval fortress in Syria, and the Burundi drummers. But regrets? She had none.

She “led the complete life,” Amanpour said. “I don’t think Margaret could ever look back and say, ‘What if?’ She did it to the max, and she did it brilliantly. And she did it on her terms.”

the taming of the broad: women in art

•March 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Kat Laranger’s princess series works are unstoppably haunting. Check these out. Her quote on her work is wonderful:

“The idea that women should be clean and small and mutable really speaks to me of the power they must have. Women are fleshy, walking, talking, human-making machines, and all things fertile are also dirty, bloody, and open. There is no privacy in womanhood, and that idea is not always an easy thing to deal with.”

Women Targeted in Haiti

•February 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment
Taken from:

Haitian women become crime targets after quake

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti – Bernice Chamblain keeps a machete under her frayed mattress to ward off sexual predators and one leg wrapped around a bag of rice to stop nighttime thieves from stealing her daughters’ food.
She’s barely slept since Haiti’s catastrophic earthquake Jan. 12 forced her and other homeless women and children into tent camps, where they are easy targets for gangs of men.
Women have always had it bad in Haiti. Now things are worse.
“I try not to sleep,” says Chamblain, 22, who lost her father and now lives in a squalid camp with her mother and aunts near the Port-au-Prince airport. “Some of the men who escaped from prison are coming around to the camps and causing problems for the women. We’re all scared but what can we do? Many of our husbands, boyfriends and fathers are dead.”
Reports of attacks are increasing: Women are robbed of coupons needed to obtain food at distribution points. Others relay rumors of rape and sexual intimidation at the outdoor camps, now home to more than a half million earthquake victims.
A curtain of darkness drops on most of the encampments at night. Only flickering candles or the glow of cell phones provide light. Families huddle under plastic tarps because there aren’t enough tents. With no showers and scant sanitation, men often lurk around places where women or young girls bathe out of buckets. Clusters of teenage girls sleep in the open streets while others wander the camps alone.
The government’s communications minister, Marie-Laurence Jocelyn Lassegue, recently acknowledged the vulnerability of women and children but said the government was pressed to prioritize food, shelter and debris removal.
Aid groups offer special shelters for women and provide women-only food distribution points to deter men from bullying them. But challenges are rife more than three weeks after a 7.0-magnitude earthquake killed an estimated 200,000 people and left as many as 3 million in need of food, shelter and medicine.
Women who lined up for food before dawn Saturday said they were attacked by knife-wielding men who stole their coupons.
“At 4 a.m. we were coming and a group of men came out from an alley,” said Paquet Marly, 28, who was waiting for rice to feed her two daughters, mother and extended family. “They came out with knives and said, ‘Give me your coupons.’ We were obliged to give them. Now we have nothing — no coupons and no food.”
Aid organizations set up women-only distribution schemes because they trust the primary caregivers to get that food to extended family, not resell it.
“We’ve targeted the women because we think it’s the best way to get to families,” said Jacques Montouroy, a Catholic Relief Services worker helping out Saturday. “In other distributions when we’ve opened it up to men, we found that only half of the men would do what they were supposed to with the food.”
Soldiers from the U.S. 82nd Airborne Division out of Fort Bragg, North Carolina, guard many of the streets around the distribution points, but they can’t be everywhere all the time.
Aid workers say they’ve been staging elaborate decoy operations to draw men to one area while food coupons are given to women in another. Each of the 16 daily distributions throughout Port-au-Prince presents its own security challenges, Montouroy said.
“The coupon distribution has been hellish,” he said, explaining how crowds of men swarm around the women.
Even if the women successfully make it back to the camps with their 55-pound (25-kilogram) bags of rice, that doesn’t mean their worries are over. Some camps are even providing special protection for women, with tents where they can receive trauma counseling or be alone to breast-feed and care for young children.
“My sister died in the earthquake, so now I have to take care of my three daughters and my sister’s two,” said Magda Cayo, 42. “I try to keep them close but I see lots of hoodlums looking at them. We’re all nervous. It’s no good.”
Women have long been second-class citizens in Haiti.
According to the United Nations, the Haitian Constitution does not specifically prohibit sexual discrimination. Under Haitian law, the minimum legal age for marriage is 15 years for women and 18 years for men, and early marriage is common. A 2004 U.N. report estimated 19 percent of girls between the ages of 15 and 19 were married, divorced or widowed.
Rape was only made a criminal offense in Haiti in 2005.
In the months after a violent uprising ousted President Jean-Bertrand Aristide in 2004, thousands of women were raped or sexually abused, the British medical journal Lancet reported. The coup set off a bloody wave of clashes among Haiti’s national police, pro- and anti-Aristide gangs, U.N. peacekeepers and rebels.
Because so many police stations and government offices were destroyed in the earthquake, some women may have no place to go to report assaults, according to Melanie Brooks of CARE, which is working to protect women while providing disaster relief.
She said women recovering from quake-related injuries are even more vulnerable because many are not mobile. An additional threat is HIV; Haiti has the highest infection rate in the Caribbean.
“The women whom we’ve talked to tell stories of rape, assaults or men following them around when they’re bathing,” Brooks said. “These stories are becoming the new bogeymen now. Everyone is looking over their shoulder.”
Before the earthquake, the government set up a panel to look at ways of empowering Haitian women. But the Women’s Ministry was among the government buildings destroyed.
Three Haitian women working on important judiciary reforms to protect women against sexual violence — Myriam Merlet, Anne Marie Coriolan and Magalie Marcelin — died in the earthquake. Many view their deaths as setbacks for all Haitian women.
As women lined up for food at the National Palace on Saturday, U.S. soldiers kept the men behind a cordon.
“It’s discrimination!” said Thomas Louis, 40. “We’ve all lost mothers, sisters, wives. Without women we can’t get coupons. They’re treating men like we are animals.”
(This version CORRECTS that several camps are providing shelter for women, rather than one.)

Incest and the Idea Behind the Word Consensual

•February 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I just came across an interesting article on CNN Health about Mackenzie Phillips’ incestuous relationship with her father. The article gives a bit more information on her autobiography in which she discusses what happened and also explained how she used the world “consensual” for lack of a better term. A large group of survivors and related networks came after her, in a way, for having used the word to describe the relationship. The article also gives some interesting numbers in terms of statistics, including that 25% of cases reported in 12 states in 2000 involved family members as perpetrators in a sexually abusive situation.

The article also does explain the “consensual” bit pretty well. All abusers have a tremendous amount of power over the child victim, but this power is even more pronounced when the perpetrator is a parent. When you’re a kid, your parents are where the world begins and ends in a way. They are law, completely. In knowing this, I think, parent perpetrators really flex this power in making the child do as they are told, and hence making the child feel as if they are “agreeing” to what is going on. This is something that becomes so deeply ingrained it takes a very long time to realize and accept, that this isn’t true at all.

Over the years during which I was being raped by my father, there was very little I could say or do in way of resistance. Everything started when I was very small. As I got older, I knew that what was going on was incredibly wrong, somehow, but it was something that had to be done. It didn’t seem “normal” as much as it did necessary. Commonplace in the house. Like the dishes or the laundry or the dusting.

I didn’t think everyone else did this with their parent. I was once in a support group where a woman said she grew up thinking everyone had sex with their fathers. It was an interesting take on how the child-mind can rationalize such brutal events, especially with such a sad and tormented undercurrent of love. “Daddy isn’t hurting me. This is just normal. Everyone does it. It’s alright.” Anything to believe that the parent — Daddy, the god-law — isn’t a bad person.

Of course, many of us grow to know that it’s wrong. Many, but not all, come to accept that these things were not agreed to, and that we were innocent, and that our perpetrators were sick people. Too many, however, never get to know these things. And become slaves, in a way, to the past via emotion. Mistreatment, unfairness, abuse, and a myriad of other things are sought after in adult life because this was the road that was paved as children. This, is what is normal. Some never even realize it. Others are too afraid to question another take on life, especially one of “freedom”. Freedom implies responsibility and reclaiming oneself. An uphill battle, when one has this anvil of a past attached to one’s foot. But it is so very well worth it.

There is so much to life, so much goodness to life, than one often imagines is possible. But it is there. And happily waiting to greet you with love and reuniting you with the fortune of accepting and loving yourself.

Should you need resources for yourself or someone you know on support for dealing with the effects of incest, visit Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network website and/or call their hotline: 800-656-HOPE.

Haiti and the Agents of Change

•January 13, 2010 • 1 Comment

I have been watching the Twitter filter for 3 hours. I have been sick since Sunday. I’m okay, just very very exhausted.

One thing I said on Twitter even surprised me – if this tragedy in Haiti moves you, know there are people all over the Earth who need us. Become aware. Help where you CAN.

I had to say it because people kept being cynical about, oh, we care about Haiti now but in a month it’ll be over and people will forget. But I think that happens not out of some cruel duplicity on our parts, but because people become infatuated with the idea of helping and not being clear on how or really why.

There are opportunities all around us to help, all the time, everyone. Some people on Twitter have mentioned they have trouble finding the goodness in this event. In a way, I’ve found some good of it; not out of “it” directly, but in just thinking about it. You have to direct your cause. Direct your energy and aim. A lot of us are empathetic, so much so that we end up getting in our own way. I am like that, and still like that, but there’s so much I want to do. So I am coming BACK to my speaking idea, for the 5th time now in a year, and now I know that this is indeed a calling. I have a unique voice and a way with words for a reason — I have to find the most constructive way to use my talents, and help, how I can. I don’t know how this will happen yet, but it will. I will discern and parse as fast as I can.

I think once we have that confidence behind us, it’s easier to help and CONTINUE helping. There’s so many of us on this planet, and many with more than they’ll ever need… there’s little on this planet we can’t “fix”, for lack of a better term. So if there’s something you want to do with your life for the betterment of others, see if you respond to Haiti as a wakeup call for yourself. You have a place. You will fit when you find it. It may or may not be Haiti. But open yourself to finding where you belong, and becoming an agent of positive change.

“She’s Got Raisins” Takes a Different Meaning

•December 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Remember the SunMaid girl? Yes, the friendly Amish-looking one on the boxes of raisins.  She looked like this:

This is her now:

According to yet another badly written Yahoo! article on the change, the new image wants to be used in new product advertisements yet they want to keep the original “homely” girl the same too. The new version would do the things modern women do, like, grocery shopping. And going to the gym. And speaking foreign languages. What?

Yes among the 50,000 other things we usually have to do every day too. If you really want to use the cover of your box to promote health and nutrition, swap it around and put a “healthy guy” on it. Ah but men are seldom pictures of health and radiance right? Or don’t put anyone on it at all, since the selection will invariably be a thin white person of varying hair colors. Give your nutritional contents and that’s it. Because at this point, stereotypes aside, I haven’t learned a thing about how this box of raisins can help me make a healthier choice. The more I look at ads, more than I have in the past when I worked in advertising, and did ad analysis for classes in school, I see just really how far the rabbit hole goes on this “media fact”: skinny and big tits will always be healthy. No matter how you get there.

May be I’m analyzing this too far. I do that. But really. What do you think?

Stupak Amendment and Abortion

•November 30, 2009 • Leave a Comment

This is an incredible article on South Dakota’s approval of the ban on abortion. Full article found here, on RhealityCheck.org

I always considered myself pro-choice, but was never involved in the movement until South Dakota’s State Legislature passed an abortion ban and Governor Mike Rounds signed it into law.

Pro-Choice Activists joined forces and The South Dakota Campaign for Healthy Families was formed.  According to the SDCHF website in less than 10 weeks, the organization successfully collected more than twice the number of petition signatures required to refer that abortion ban to a vote of the people using an all-volunteer force. With the help of our volunteers and supporters throughout the state, the abortion ban was defeated by a wide margin- – 11 points!

As a resident of South Dakota I followed news reports on the ban and the grassroots efforts to defeat the ban. I was hoping the ban would be defeated, but hadn’t given it much thought because as a married mother of two beautiful children, I knew we would welcome a third child and would never need an abortion, so the law wouldn’t affect me.

In 2006 I became pregnant and was thrilled.  After landing in the hospital with a severe kidney infection at 19-weeks gestation, I received my first ultrasound, leaving us shocked and thrilled to see we were expecting identical twin boys.

The joy didn’t last when our babies were diagnosed with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome.  Webmd.com explains that Twin-twin transfusion syndrome as “the most serious complication of identical twins. It starts in the womb when one twin gets too much blood and the other not enough. The outcome for both twins is grim.”

the science of woman and things that just suck

•November 14, 2009 • 2 Comments

The folks at Healthapalooza have made my sick little night (yes, I’m still sick).

In a Special Reports entry from this summer, they reveal some interesting things about women that may or may not be true. Some of it makes sense… some of it’s just unfortunate if it is true. Enjoy some highlights:

 

BREAST IMPLANTS ARE LINKED TO SUICIDE

Several studies have documented an increased risk of suicide in women who have breast implants. A Swedish study published in 2007 found women with breast implants were nearly three times more likely to commit suicide compared to women without the implants. According to the study the increased suicide risk did not appear until 10-years after the breast augmentation surgery. But twenty years after the surgery the researchers found the rate of suicide in women with implants was six times the expected rate. Some studies have found women with breast implants also have triple the risk of dying from drugs or alcohol.
RED WINE MAY BOOST A WOMAN’S LIBIDO

Doctors from the University of Florence in Italy say a glass or two of red wine may boost a woman’s level of sexual interest. They studied more than 800 normal women and found women who enjoyed drinking 1-2 glasses of red wine had higher levels of sexual desire compared to women who drank other forms of alcohol or those who abstained. It is possible compounds in red wine increase blood flow to key areas.
300 ORGASMS A DAY!

Women suffering from a rare condition called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome, or PSAS, can have 300 orgasms each day or more. The orgasms in women with PSAS are usually unrelated to sexual activity or sexual thoughts, and they often occur at inappropriate and embarrassing times. In fact the orgasms come so frequently they cease to be pleasurable. Brain abnormalities have been found in some cases, but the cause of most cases remains a mystery.
FERTILE STRIPPERS MAKE MORE MONEY

New Mexican psychologist Geoffrey Miller studied female strippers and found they earn more tips in the week before their period than any other time during the menstrual cycle. This is the time of peak fertility, and Miller theorizes pheromones are signaling the men and causing them to tip larger amounts. In fact during peak fertility exotic dancers made twice as much money as they did when they were menstruating. The same study also found women on ‘the pill’ did not experience the monetary increase during this most fertile time.