I love, love, love articles that leave your brain a different shape than it was before reading them. This week Metafilter was responsible for a few more dings in my noggin:
Unspeakable Conversations. In which an activist for the disabled meets and debates an animal rights activist who believes that disabled babies should be killed. “He insists he doesn’t want to kill me,” she begins.
He simply thinks it would have been better, all things considered, to have given my parents the option of killing the baby I once was, and to let other parents kill similar babies as they come along and thereby avoid the suffering that comes with lives like mine and satisfy the reasonable preferences of parents for a different kind of child. It has nothing to do with me.
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Whatever you do, don’t fucking touch her cookies.
Thank you for the pic, Nancy Dorsner.
The Large Hadron Collider went online this week. OK, I know that some people have been claiming it’ll create black holes and cause the end of the world, but we know better, right?
Look, there have been many, many occasions when people were sure the end of the world was nigh - but nothing happened! Nothing happened, several times over. So when people tell you that something is going to cause the apocalypse, you know better than to take their claims on face value!
Look, if you don’t believe me, just check in on CERN where they’re conducting an experiment right now. Look at the webcam, and rest easy!
On my Facebook account, my status message reads: I worship at the church of Lylah Reyes MD. Services every Saturday this September.
For the past eight months we’ve put our health and happiness in the hands of one person. Our OB GYN. Dr. Lylah Reyes has the power of life and death over us. Our devotion to her is absolute, almost like a cult. Because Dr. Reyes is not an easy master to please.
Every week she demands to know what my wife is eating. How much weight she’s gained. How her blood pressure has been. How her blood sugar is doing. If we’ve been good, her smile makes us glow for the rest of the week. If we’ve been bad, we pay for it with a couple of expensive days at the hospital.
I believe in Dr. Reyes despite not believing in god. Or maybe because of it. Read more…
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