Yet another study has confirmed the benefits of marijuana. This particular study looked at the issue of how Medicinal Marijuana could benefit long-term sufferers of Multiple Sclerosis. MS, at the moment, has no known cure and affects the communication between the brain and the spinal cord, often leading to either cognitive or physical disabilities, or both.
Yesterday, the Guardian's Ethical Living blog posted a pre-Q&A article for Neal's Yard Remedies. Neal's Yard Remedies sells various essential oils, herbal remedies, homeopathic concoctions, and so forth. The Guardian asked people to post their questions in the comments, and promised that the folks at Neal's Yard Remedies would respond.
The comments thread immediately went hilariously left of field. My personal favorite is, "I've been soaking a £20 note in a bathfull of water for the last few days, is it ok to pay for an order using my new homeopathic money? I now seem to have rather a lot of it."
Did you know that you can tell about a woman's orgasms by the way she walks? Or that a woman's brain shuts off during during orgams? Or that there is actually a "raging" controversy about whether the female orgasm was for evolutionary reasons or by accident?
Despite the fact that i'm a woman, I realized that until I did a little research into the female orgasm myself that I knew very little about the female orgasm beyond personal experience as a woman.
"Take a sick day," people say, as if it's easy as that. With the recent swine flu hysteria, everyone is pointing fingers at the Typhoid Marys of the world who struggle out into public even when they are coughing, sneezing, running fevers. They drag their germ-producing carcasses into work, to the grocery store, to the gas station. They sneeze and then touch the door handle, the elevator button, the hand rail. And everyone suffers.
The problem is that this willful, selfish Typhoid Mary is a straw man, a fictional construct. I've been guilty of this, myself. I vividly remember informing a coworker that she should take a sick day and go home before she got us all sick. She sniffled and gave me an exasperated look. "I don't HAVE any sick days," she said.