knitted-pigeons said: Hello! I know this isn't the loveliest of questions, but in your UN child morality post you said that one of the preventable diseases that 1/3 of children die from is diarrhea. I know diarrhea is disgusting and unpleasant and all, but how do you die from it?
You die from diarrhea because of dehydration. Sometimes kids have diarrhea that requires IV hydration, for instance, and there’s very little of that available in rural areas in the developing world. There are much better rehydration solutions than there used to be, but the only good solution is 1. better sanitation so toilets don’t flow into water that gets used for drinking, and 2. clean water.
When he was 2, my son had a diarrhea illness (campylobacter) that in the developing world could’ve proven fatal, but he was fine because he lives in the U.S. and we can go to CVS and buy Pedialyte, and if we couldn’t keep him hydrated, we would’ve taken him to the hospital. Bugs that cause childhood diarrhea are almost never fatal in the U.S., but more than half a million kids under five are going to die of diarrheal illnesses for want of clean waters, good toilets, and antibiotics that cost 20 cents per dose.
It’s infuriating. I saw a boy in Ethiopia who was extremely sick and possibly dying because of diarrhea, and it’s just so needless. He probably had rotavirus, and there’s a rotavirus vaccine, but it costs $2.50, which means many communities can’t provide it.
I am so angry about that boy’s needless suffering. I am so outraged about the needless deaths of millions of children every year. The progress in health outcomes in Ethiopia and many other countries in the developing world over the last 20 years is astounding. It’s unprecedented in human history. But we need to invest much more to get people in the developing world the basic resources they need to afford the 20-cent antibiotics and the $2.50 vaccines.
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)
Family: *says something racist*
Family: *says something sexist*
Family: *says something homophobic*
Family: *makes fun of people with tattoos*
Family: *tells you why you’re bad at life*
Family: why don’t you wanna spend time with us?
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
Things have been weird as of late. Check it out:
- As some of you may know already, I ended up not going to Long Beach. It was some really shitty timing, as I didn’t reach that conclusion right until the week I was supposed to move in, literally three days before that actual date. Instead, I’ll be going to Miramar College, and I’ll be looking to transfer in two years. There were a couple reasons, and I know the choice I’ve made is the better one, but it’s still an incredibly large pill to swallow. I’ve only told a few people personally, but it seems word is spreading as more and more people talk.
- Things at home have been rocky these last few weeks. In light of recent events, tensions have been a bit high, and the trust and communication issues that have always been around with my Dad and I have fully blossomed. He’s very suspicious of me and everything that I do, which is warranted considering some of the shit I’ve tried to pull before, but I still can’t help but feel that it’s all a bit much. And confronting him about it leads to mixed results: we either both acknowledge that we’re both right in some ways, or the conversation breaks down as emotions spill, and things end up being said that shouldn’t have been said.
- Speaking of bad timing, because I found out so late that I wouldn’t be going to LB, I actually can’t start the fall semester at Miramar. Instead, I’m beginning school in January, at the start of the spring semester. Luckily, my AP’s give me a ton of credit, which helps make up for the missed semester. Still, it’s depressing being in such a situation, seeing everyone going off to college and beginning a new and exciting time in their lives, whereas I had my chance shitted on. Instead, I’ve been burying myself in my job, hoping the hours spent working help me not spend my time wallowing in a pool of self-misery. It’s a nice paying job (shout out to Daniel here), and I’m looking to pay for CC all by myself, which is actually looking pretty feasible, so long as I save.
- I’ve noticed that I’ve secluded myself as of late, not really talking or hanging out with anyone. Different people have come around offering support, or asking to meet up and check if everything is alright, and for the most part I’ve shooed them away. I do have a core group of people that I still talk to normally, though it took time to get there, but for the most part I’ve cut out some people in my life right now. I haven’t really hangout with anyone, except for my girlfriend, and certain friends, only because they’re leaving and I kinda have (and want) to see them off beforehand. Hopefully things will get better, but as of now I really don’t have that many people that I want to talk to.
- But (in a complete 180) I do have to say, I fucking love my friends. I know I’ve done my best to be a complete asshole and shoo people away, to stonewall them and be blunt and unfriendly, but the amount of people that have tried to talk to me and ask about what happened is so reassuring. I feel conflicted, seeing that I don’t want to talk to people, yet feel so reassured by the fact that so many have tried, in an effort to make sure that everything is alright. It’s made these last few weeks a bit more bearable, and maybe I’m a selfish asshole for acting one way and feeling another, but I don’t care.
- So for now, I’m taking things day-by-day. I know I have a bit of a long road ahead of me, and I’ve already spent enough time wondering why the world just fucking hates me so much, so the best I can do is take it one step at a time. Hopefully in the future, things will be better, but until then I’ll just have to keep working to get there.