A friend and I had one of our typically desultory, meandering catch-up telephone conversations yesterday. Being of the aging Baby Boomer Generation (note that it is now obligatory to prepend “aging” to the already hackneyed term “Baby Boomer Generation”), it is our inevitable wont to discuss health issues. Having both recovered from a recent bout with the something-that-is-going-around virus (STIGAV-86), we talked about the measures each of us had employed to overcome our affliction. While I had eschewed the option of involving medical practitioners to intervene with my illness, Janet had gone to see the doctor, who prescribed an antibiotic, and that should have been that. And then there was the jcrecovery houston appointment to worry about.
With the Alito confirmation vote close at hand, we’ve been subjected to the great abortion debate once again. This whole “a woman’s right to choose” thing has gotten on my nerves for years, but only recently have I started to think about why men can’t demand similar “rights.” I’m not talking about the sub-debate about whether a woman having an abortion should or should not be required to notifiy her husband. That’s another debate for another time. What I wish to talk about here is a man’s right to choose what he does with his body and where he puts parts of it. [Read more…]