Feminism

A dear friends shirt taught me that Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.

I consider myself a feminist for the simple reason that I see the signature of the opposite almost every day, and every time it breaks my heart.

In no industry is female oppression more apparent than the medical. When I witness the absence of consideration taken on behalf of female specific disease, I cringe and shutter and shatter just a bit more.

Medicine for profit is the single most common and most deadly disease in this country. Our Maternal mortality rate is triple that of the U.K. and EIGHT TIMES that of Norway, The Netherlands, and Sweden, while the CDC estimates that 60% of these deaths are preventable.

Then we are faced with facts like this: “About half of US states still don’t formally review the causes of maternal death on a regular basis to find out which deaths are preventable” contrasted with quotes like “Lagrew started wondering about the suffering and death he had seen in the OR that day, and how much of it was preventable, given that so many C-sections aren’t medically necessary. (Doctors sometimes perform them to wrap up cases faster — and get reimbursed — before the end of their shift.”

C-sections are known to have raised the rate of one type of birth complication from 1 in 30,000 births in the 1950’s to a current rate of 1 in 500. This complication kills 1 in 14 mothers.

We know these things and still we act as though our sisters, wives, mothers, and daughters’ lives just don’t matter. This one issue has become 60 times more deadly than it was IN THE 1950’s!!!! Because doctors care more about a timely shift exit than the lives of their patients.

Meanwhile there is one guy, in California that gives the shits necessary to wage this war on his own, and he’s winning. As a direct result of his efforts, California’s Maternal mortality rate is 1/3 that of the rest of the U.S. proving definitively that these deaths are preventable.

We have to start caring. We have to kill medicine for profit. The new healthcare bill makes this situation WORSE, so it has to be stopped. Unless of course you actually feel that women are simply expendable reproduction machines….

 

 

https://www.vox.com/science-and-health/2017/6/29/15830970/women-health-care-maternal-mortality-rate

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No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you. Thanks for reading it!
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