Science Daily reports on a treatment for heart failure called CRT, an implant that enhances "quality of life" for patients with this disease. That it is overwhelmingly offered exclusively to old men can come as no surprise, for nobody who loves patriarchy–and who loves it more than the medical establishment?– gives a fig for a sick woman in her 60s. Yet once in a blue moon, when some visionary MD dares to see the human being behind the wrinkly old unfuckable crone, a woman gets this implant. When she does, she is likely to live twice as long as any dude who gets it.
In other words, there exists a therapy for heart disease that is of greater benefit to women than men, yet women aren’t getting it. Nobody wants a bunch of useless old women hanging around. Kill’em off!
It’s too bad there is no similar treatment bias against very bad writers.
I allude to dipshit columnist Lori Borgman, who has a putrid little Hummel figurine of a piece in the Indianapolis Star entitled "Yes, Maureen Dowd, men are necessary." In it she appears to mistake Dowd for a feminist, explaining how dirty women’s libbers like Dowd try to turn men in to women and "use words like herstory instead of history."
Borgman, moved to the core that men have been so tragically impeded in this girlcentric world by conniving bitch-feminists, then extracts, probably from a Frank Capra movie, a series of sentimental mauve-colored slogans, suitable for framing and sure to the the centerpiece of any rec room, as proof that men are the greatest thing since the Pill. It’s really icky writing, and I’m not even talking about the way she tries to smear Shakespeare all over it like artificially-flavored grape jelly.
"How do we need thee? Let me count the ways: The primary reason we need men is because they are not women. ("Hallelujah Chorus" should be sung here.)"
"Men take responsibility."
Borgman appears to suffer from some sort of romantic disease, or fugue state. She seems unaware, for instance, that one-third of all New Zealand women have been abused by men in their lifetime, or that men in Africa can’t distinguish between women and cattle, or that men overwhelmingly control the world’s uteruses.
Maybe one day Lori Borgman will find herself among those many women who are not referred for CRT treatment because men don’t think she is necessary, and she will die die die of patriarchy.