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with people, gossip, and trends on the street.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://katinny.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722137545186053040/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kat G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18187442484123924722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/Sj5Cu88wzqI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xQdk1MHe0JI/S220/kat.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KatInNewYork" /><feedburner:info uri="katinnewyork" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBRn84eip7ImA9WhdTEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722137545186053040.post-633626935361471182</id><published>2011-07-08T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:34:17.132-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-08T02:34:17.132-07:00</app:edited><title>An Exercise in Autonomy</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE7a0hqcNiA/ThbM49pNoPI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Q3UVbTU30Dw/s1600/France+114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE7a0hqcNiA/ThbM49pNoPI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Q3UVbTU30Dw/s320/France+114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Visiting Perouge was an exercise in autonomy for me, as I ventured to the medieval village alone using my limited French language skills. It meant navigating the national rail system. It has been years since I last traveled alone, and as such I had to make an effort memorizing the map of two neighboring villages, outside of Lyon, France. From the closed rail station in Meximieux, I walked 2km to the hilltop village. The scent of burnt sugar, cow manure and grass led a trail to the city gates. Children on field trips ran through the streets with chaperons beckoning them to investigate their surroundings. I wore the wrong sandals for the cobblestone lanes, but this minor detail didn't matter as I had unleashed something more important, the adventurer in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe style="height:300px;width:150px" frameborder="0" src="http://www.twitscoop.com/widget.html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722137545186053040-633626935361471182?l=katinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgvoz5kTlI/AAAAAAAAA00/gz4xMxaDV18/s1600/calypso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgvoz5kTlI/AAAAAAAAA00/gz4xMxaDV18/s200/calypso.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The apparel,&amp;nbsp;housewares, and displays are spectacular and reflect the amount of energy and commitment the community has for the efforts of Housingworks. &amp;nbsp;Most noteworthy were the gracious volunteers - Marc,&amp;nbsp;David and&amp;nbsp;Michaela &amp;nbsp;- who encouraged me to become a volunteer with transgendered youth, gave me an honest critique of the pieces I intended to purchase, and assisted me by personally trying on a Hugo Boss Orange military jacket that I eventually bought for Gavino.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the flagship store filled up with Housingworks hordes of well-heeled members furiously searching for that special score, I had a sense of being part of a scene. Although I was preoccupied with taking photos and uploading them to my iPod Touch and posting to Twitter, I had a chance to shop and talk to some special folks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgviUpi0wI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JmTSqn9_kA4/s1600/shoppers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgviUpi0wI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JmTSqn9_kA4/s200/shoppers.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgvlxDqfAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RlYOFaOPfNw/s1600/paul+smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CEbbiGXnjbU/TOgvlxDqfAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/RlYOFaOPfNw/s200/paul+smith.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in a check out line that snaked through the store there was a celebratory feeling as strangers conversed with each other about their finds. There I met a long time survivor of HIV and others committed to issues affecting the lives of people living with HIV/AIDS. The men in line behind me selecting&amp;nbsp;menswear&amp;nbsp;openly solicited feedback from those of us around them. In this vein, I nearly purchased a Brooks Brothers black, pebbled leather over-sized clutch, until another woman who shopped with me for awhile suggested I follow her suit and put it back, after all she said, like an old friend, I rarely go out on the town at night. &lt;br /&gt;
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Even when poor Applehead Greg Packer lost his place at the head of the line for failing to pre-order his unit, I dismissed any inkling to consume the novelty technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN-TOP: 5px; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initialfont-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Georgia;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In fact, I proclaimed the 1st generation device needed to have its kinks worked out before investing in one. Namely, it lacks a multi-tasking feature, can't read Flash, and contains no built in camera. It functions more like a vessel for passive consumption than active production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But then I touched it. The store on the Upper West Side had not run out of units, as previously reported, and the number of displays made it possible to test one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The experience was a seamless merging of design elements, functionality and pleasure. Suddenly we were overcome by an atmospheric haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We took a cab home to hide our new bundle, a sweet dirty secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As we sat in the back seat of the cab, a small voice in my head said, "put on your seat belt." As I strapped on my belt and urged "Gavino" to do likewise, our cab was sideswiped by a limo car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;None of us were injured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The magic shield of the iconic Apple protected us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Latent Catholic guilt prevents "Gavino" from feeling complete abandon and awe in its presence. The cab accident was just another sign that he shouldn't have indulged in such gratuitous pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Though not entirely immune to the marketing of the brand, I take pleasure in my consumer habits,  and welcome a potential future it promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the device  stands out for its speed, lightness, scale and killer apps (BBC, AP, and Yahoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/8mNwpO6aRJFZJ27nvnIwxg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/8mNwpO6aRJFZJ27nvnIwxg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe style="height:300px;width:150px" frameborder="0" src="http://www.twitscoop.com/widget.html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722137545186053040-8928421622780816609?l=katinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The findings are disheartening but resonate with the course of care that my father has received in the nursing home. Widespread misuse of medication as a means for controlling patients has gone on for decades behind closed doors. In my Dad's case, the decline has been rapid, and now he can barely walk or feed himself because his aggression is controlled with anti-psychotic medication. The medical establishment should be held liable for this practice, which examined from a certain angle functions as involuntary euthanasia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8356423.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8356423.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 40px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 40px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif'; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div class="logo" style="width: 100%; padding-bottom: 20px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/img/printer_friendly/news_logo.gif" width="163" height="34" alt="BBC NEWS" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="headline" style="padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; margin-right: 10%; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, 'MS sans serif'; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; "&gt;Dementia drug use 'killing many'&lt;/div&gt;By Nick Triggle &lt;br /&gt;Health reporter, BBC News &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Needless use of anti-psychotic drugs is widespread in dementia care and contributes to the death of many patients, an official review suggests.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 180,000 patients a year are given the drugs in care homes, hospitals and their own homes to manage aggression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the expert review - commissioned by ministers - said the treatment was unnecessary in nearly 150,000 cases and was linked to 1,800 deaths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The government in England has agreed to take steps to reduce use of the drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bo" style="page-break-inside: avoid; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;These include:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improving access to other types of therapy, such as counselling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better monitoring of prescribing practices&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guidance for families explaining what they can do if they are worried about drug use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Specialist training in dementia for health and social care staff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appointment of a new national director for dementia to oversee the measures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The review - and the government pledge to take action - comes after long-running concerns about the use of anti-psychotic drugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past 30 years, the NHS has increasingly turned to the treatment, which was originally aimed at people with schizophrenia, as it has struggled to cope with the rise in people with dementia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Different mindset'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are currently 700,000 people in the UK with the condition, but this is expected to rise to one million in the next 10 years because of the ageing population.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The review, led by King's College London expert Professor Sube Banerjee, accepted that for some people anti-psychotic drugs would be necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it said they should be used only for a maximum of three months and when the person represented a risk to themselves or others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Professor Banerjee estimated that of the 180,000 people given the drugs each year, only 36,000 benefited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said health and social care services needed to develop a "different mindset".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bo" style="page-break-inside: avoid; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;He believes if the steps the government has agreed to are followed, anti-psychotic drug use could be reduced by two-thirds within three years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Care services minister Phil Hope agreed action was needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We know there are situations where anti-psychotic drug use is necessary - we're not calling for a ban, but we do want to see a significant reduction in use."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neil Hunt, chief executive of the Alzheimer's Society, said the long-awaited review was a welcome recognition of the scale of the problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He added: "This goes beyond quality of care. It is a fundamental rights issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Our members tell us of enormous worry and distress over what is happening to their loved ones."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Royal College of GPs - in most cases the drugs are prescribed by family doctors - admitted the situation was "unacceptable".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;President Dr Steve Field said: "People deserve much better."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the review was commissioned by the government in England, ministers elsewhere in the UK have agreed to study the recommendations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you or anyone you know been affected by the issues raised in this story? 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It made me giggle, and then consider how the Jesus analogy has been used for subversive argumentation against Christians regarding their aversion to communism, health care rights, and gun control in the United States. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't answer the larger question of what couples should do with their unused embryos in the event they have no intention of taking them to full term and their faith defines the stem cells as a life form. This is a huge moral dilemma for any person to face. I guess it's too much to ask of them to donate the cells to science?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/teen-talk/watch/how-pregnancy-happens-26792.htm"&gt;Watch Planned Parenthood's animation (re)defining when pregnancy occurs &lt;/a&gt;and maybe it will change your mind about when personhood begins in the womb. Please tell  me what you think of the perspiring penis dressed in a suit and the provocative costume worn by the Mae West inspired character. Will this change the way teens think about conception and the morning after pill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CO5Nl_ngCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CO5Nl_ngCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/11/11/frozen_embryos/print.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.salon.com/src/salonlogo.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr   style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, times new roman, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 1.4em; margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What would Jesus do with a frozen embryo?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's an interesting question, but let's keep in mind that not everyone's asking it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Harding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;Nov. 11, 2009 |&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;After my first reading of a &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-091110embryos,0,7496378.story?page=2" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Chicago Tribune&lt;/a&gt; article about parents deciding what to do with leftover embryos following IVF treatment, I was so confused I had to consult my &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/10/30/lilith_fair_2010/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;smart friend Laura&lt;/a&gt;. I IM'ed her the link and asked, "Am I crazy, or does this article totally take it on faith (ha!) that everyone deciding what to do with an embryo is religious?" Laura's verdict? "Man, those babies in the picture are cute. Especially the yawning one." Also, "You are definitely not crazy. This is an article about &lt;em&gt;Christians&lt;/em&gt; struggling with this decision, which is very interesting, but nowhere in the article does the writer specify that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;Technically, that's not true -- 11 paragraphs into the article, the religions of the couple in question, Adrianna and Robert Potter, are mentioned (she's a lapsed Catholic, he's a Methodist). And after 10 paragraphs, the author, Manya A. Brachear, notes, "Such decisions, doctors say, are often informed and framed by faith" -- which is enough to justify focusing on that angle for one article. But it would be nice if said article either led with a clear indication that it was doing just that, or else acknowledged that "What would Jesus do?" is not the central question facing &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; couple with embryos in storage. Laura continues, "There is no one saying, 'Hey, guess what, embryos aren't people' -- whether that comes from a scientist, an atheist, or simply a different set of Christians. There's also no 'here are some of the things that stem cell research is used for' info. It's all, 'Your dead babies will go to Science, whatever &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is.'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;That's an exaggeration, but not by all that much. Writes Brachear, "At this time last year, doctors say, the absence of government funds combined with the economic downturn stalled most meaningful embryonic science, making donations to research a riskier and more radical option. Some laboratories stopped accepting donations, forcing some fertility centers to hold on to embryos despite parents' preference to devote them to research." So, wait, deciding that you'd like your embryos to go to science somehow becomes "risky" and "radical" if there's a chance they might not be used for research? I guess that makes sense if, like Adrianna Potter, you only favor donating embryos to science to promote "the creation of new life" -- she notes that research led to their ability to conceive via IVF, and would like to help other couples. Her husband, Robert, either wants to keep them "to fulfill God's mandate to be fruitful and multiply" or donate them to another infertile couple. So for them, donating embryos to science with no guarantee that they'll be used might indeed seem risky and/or radical. But what about couples who make that choice simply because they'd rather see the embryos go to good use than discard them? Because they believe in the promise of stem cell research -- and at this time last year, were probably hoping that Obama would revoke the ban on federal funding for it, which he did? At this point in the article, there's still been no clear acknowledgment that this particular debate has a faith-specific context -- but any other context is completely ignored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;And that's the subtle part. Later, Brachear writes, "Robert doesn't trust that every embryo [donated to science] fulfills a greater purpose. He can't imagine sentencing two potential children to short lives that would end in a laboratory." I'm sorry, I can get on board with "potential children," emphasis on potential, but &lt;em&gt;short lives&lt;/em&gt;? No. The idea that an embryo has a "life" that can be ended, even when it's never seen the inside of a woman's uterus, is a purely religious one; Robert seems to hold that belief as part of his faith, which is fine, but could we please get some quotation marks, or even a non-specific "he said" on that? Because otherwise, you're asking the reader to accept the concept of embryonic personhood as a given. And boy, this reader doesn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;As Laura said, an article about Christians struggling with a decision that raises serious questions about their own faith versus science &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a very interesting idea -- and if the headline or subhead or first nine and a half paragraphs indicated that that is, in fact, the subject here, I would have an entirely different take on the execution. Instead, a peculiarly religious dilemma is universalized -- "Families struggle with science, faith," reads the subhead -- and people who have no faith-based qualms about donating embryos to science (including many religious people, as well as those who don't have faith-basied qualms, period) are simply not acknowledged. Not to mention, "struggling with science" is presented as wondering whether your embryos' "lives" will have meaning in a lab -- which, call me crazy, still sounds more like struggling with faith. At a time when anti-choice groups are sincerely attempting to &lt;a href="http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/156145.php" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;redefine personhood&lt;/a&gt; as "the beginning of biological development" -- raising the possibility of everything from miscarriages being investigated as potential homicides to pregnant women qualifying for the carpool lane -- blurring the line between religious beliefs and observable facts is what I would call "risky" and "radical." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;-- Kate Harding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe style="height:300px;width:150px" frameborder="0" src="http://www.twitscoop.com/widget.html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722137545186053040-4365001688529367256?l=katinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Although I missed this story in real time, it drew a ripple across media outlets, largely in reaction to this frank disclosure. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is disclosure about miscarriage such a taboo topic? To divulge such a private matter seemed to cross a line for some readers, even as the line between the public and private self has long been blurred. To this end, the spectacle has sparked a discussion around reproductive rights, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt; and ambivalence towards pregnancy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/nov/06/penelope-trunk-tweet-miscarriage"&gt;editorial piece in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;gives a convincing reason why there should be an ongoing dialogue about women's reproductive lives and the disparate health care choices available to us.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 24px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; line-height: 1.154; font-size: 2.166em; border-top-width: 0px; border-top-style: initial; border-top-color: initial; font-weight: normal; width: 16.5cm; "&gt;Penelope Trunk: Why I tweeted about my miscarriage&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When Penelope Trunk tweeted that she was sitting in a meeting having a miscarriage, she didn't expect the uproar that followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;Recently, I updated my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/penelopetrunk" title="Twitter" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; color: black; background-color: white; "&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; feed: "I'm in a board meeting. Having a miscarriage. Thank goodness, because there's a fucked-up three-week hoop-jump to have an abortion in Wisconsin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;I am 42 years old and run a social networking site for managing careers, and a blog with half a million visitors a month. On Twitter, the micro-blogging site, my feed is one of the most popular around. I have tweeted about my sex life, my period, and even a minor run-in with the police. For me, Twitter is a way to make a note about the most important things that happen in the day. So, I never thought this message would cause uproar. But it did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;Television, blogs and newspapers around the world reported what I had written. People posted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;critcisms&lt;/span&gt; on my blog. I was even interviewed on CNN where the news anchor asked me, "Young lady, do you have no shame?" My boyfriend's extended family called to make sure he was dumping me – although my mother told me she was proud of my CNN interview and forwarded it to all her feminist friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;People were shocked at my response to the miscarriage. But I was shocked by their outrage. I am not sure why people think there is a "correct" emotion for miscarriages. For anything, really. Emotions are complicated. Sometimes people laugh in a crisis because they can't control themselves. We know some men walk away during a fight, we know some parents hit their kids when they love them. Pregnancies, too, are complicated. Something I knew when I wrote that tweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;I have given birth to two children and they are the love of my life. They are four and seven years old. And they are difficult, fun, scary, smart and always seem to need something from me – they make my life feel full and important. I also understand the pain a miscarriage can cause. I had one in between having my two kids, and I thought I was never going to recover. I remember the ultrasound technician's face when she saw the baby was dead. I knew before she told me: I screamed and had to be put in a separate room at the doctor's office because I had a panic attack and nearly fainted. I was inconsolable for days. I was scared I'd never have another child. I hated myself for not trying to have children sooner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;But this time was different. I knew I did not want the baby. Is that so bad? I had taken a&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/pregnancy" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; color: black; background-color: white; "&gt;pregnancy&lt;/a&gt; test when I couldn't do my normal run or stay awake at work. When it came back positive, I felt old, scared and angry. When I called my boyfriend to tell him, he cried. He doesn't believe in abortion. But I have a child with autism and the odds that the next child will have autism is almost 90%. The odds of a mother over 40 having a child with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Down's&lt;/span&gt; syndrome is one in 100. The risk that a woman who is 42 will miscarry at some point in the pregnancy is higher than 50%. These are not good odds. And I'm the sole breadwinner. I already knew that the risks of this pregnancy were huge. And if I had a baby with compromised medical health, it would jeopardise my ability to care for my two kids in the way I want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;So, of course I was relieved that I didn't have to have an abortion because the decision was made for me. That this is controversial is absolutely shocking to me. I have had an abortion before. I know a few things about abortions. They are difficult morally, terrifying emotionally, and they are usually secret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;People have said that I shouldn't have got pregnant in the first place. But according to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guttmacher&lt;/span&gt; Institute in the US (a not-for-profit organisation that works to advance reproductive health), most women who have abortions were on birth control the month they got pregnant. And half the women in the US will have an unintended pregnancy by age 45. So there is no single emotion for miscarriage or for pregnancy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;What none of the commentators of my tweet seems keen to discuss is how a woman's right to have an abortion where I live in Wisconsin has been undermined. It is one of 12 states that make women wait 24 hours before they can schedule an abortion. And the only place to get one that is covered by insurance is at a Planned Parenthood clinic, of which there are only three in the state. There is a week-and-a-half wait to get the first meeting and a week-and-a-half wait to get the abortion. To me, this is far more important than judging whether or not I should share personal information.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;Some people say that a miscarriage is too private to discuss at work. But why? It's an important part of a woman's experience. It is not dirty or evil or shameful. A large number of women will have miscarriages in their lifetime. It's part of being a woman. And most men at the office have lived through the miscarriage of a significant other. It's an experience that happens over weeks, not hours. And it happens at work. We talk about death at work. We talk about violence at work. We talk about emotional problems such as breakups and mishaps and major disappointments. Why can't we talk about miscarriage? Who is hurt by keeping the topic taboo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;Others say I should not have discussed my experience on Twitter, but Twitter is not a public forum. Those who want to read my tweets have to sign up to receive my updates. And I can approve or disapprove people on an individual basis. The percentage of people who subscribe to my Twitter feed who were offended by my miscarriage tweet is very small. I know because you can unsubscribe to the feed, and only about 70 did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;I believe that the history of women can be seen, in some ways, as a history of language. The more women talk about their experiences, the more power they have to shape those experiences. Words such as date rape and antenatal depression are empowering because they give us ways to talk about issues that were hidden when we did not have the language to express them. We have a word for miscarriage. We should use it to explore the complicated issues around it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;If you insist on keeping the word private, you force the experience of women back into darkness. If you start telling women which media is appropriate for which emotion, you undermine the progress we make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;I didn't think about any of this when I wrote my tweet. But all the media attention has made me think a lot more, and I'm glad I have. I'm smarter for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;You can read Penelope Trunk's blog at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/" title="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; color: black; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;http://blog.penelopetrunk.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 13px; padding-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/" title="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; color: black; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe style="height:300px;width:150px" frameborder="0" src="http://www.twitscoop.com/widget.html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722137545186053040-2907813131925270543?l=katinny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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