Stop writing patronizing articles debasing people’s choices and clouding the already incredibly complicated mix of science, money and fear. Or, make every vaccine in single doses so that parents can choose the ones that fit best for them. And then use real facts and education so they may actually make the decisions that are best for their family’s particular health, social, economical and religious lives.

But I’ll settle for less asshole commentary first.

Perhaps it’s because of the current barely contained panic with H1N1, or maybe just because sheer coincidence, but I feel like there have been more articles published recently attacking people who choose not to vaccinate. And I use the word attack because the slant of these articles is literally about idiots like myself who are not only woefully (scientifically) uneducated, but worse, wantonly wield the sword of death by choosing not to take one for the team (literally) and vaccinate for the betterment and safety of the whole. And you think I’m being hyperbolic, but read this piece of crap from Slate and tell me I’m not supposed to think just that. I’ve also in the last week read a blurb in the October 12 edition of the New Yorker, and a loverly story about those who think vaccines cause autism in the November issue of Wired Magazine.

It is increasingly frustrating to me, after 7 years of researching vaccines, that a respectful and two-sided discourse can’t seem to be had in the media about vaccines. One because I think the goal of separating out vaccines for personal choice is the best case scenario for everyone (and it won’t happen until public opinion forces the money lost to unused vaccines from being the reason doctors and health departments often refuse to separate them), and two because I do obviously think the vast majority of vaccines are unnecessary or ill-timed, and if more people had the facts, it would take away the fear that drives most parental decision-making.

Last week Lo had a pretty high fever. And I’m not even going to pretend that for one brief moment when I was driving down the highway to go get her, I didn’t  imagine the what-if of H1N1 and death. I’m not above panic just because I spout unpopular views on this stuff. But in the end, the truth is, and I really fuggin mean this, if either of my children died because of a disease for which you can get a vax, I would feel no more guilt than if they died of something for which you CAN’T. Because I have done enough research and I simply – philosophically – think the overwhelming levels of vaccination administered currently are going to eventually be seen as a phenomenally historic mistake.

I have accepted the singularly important fact that it is impossible to try to stop everything that could kill you, nor is it even always the better choice for the whole team.

I really believe that. There are just too many competing variables routinely unacknowledged that complicate the issue. Efficacy, ingredients, epidemiological niches, hell – even the bypassing of the first step of the normal immune defense (in that almost all vaccines are injected intramuscularly straight to the circulatory system, which oddly enough, is not how one usually contracts a respiratory illness). That. Is. Not. Natural. And yes, when it comes to something this scientifically complex, that is a big deal to me. Because the science behind it all is the attempt to manipulate the natural consequences within the environments of both my body and the world I live in. And if I look at the big, long-term picture, and really do consider the whole team, I don’t think it is working nearly as well as ‘they’ need you to believe.

The Wired article was in defense of Paul Offit, who whether fairly or not, has taken the brunt for the vax side. I’ll admit it was interesting to see him painted as the person he is, rather than the asshole figurehead I and other people have called him. But it didn’t stop me from shaking my head at the fear-mongering and condescension used. One quote says “I used to say that the tide would turn when children started to die. Well children have started to die.”

Sigh. Please google RotaShield + intussusception. I don’t think the guy is a monster. But I do think he’s an arrogant, callous, PR failure.

There was a sidebar in the Wired article called ‘How to Win an Argument About Vaccines‘ that literally made me laugh. It was so ridiculously patronizing, and well.. lame.. I was stunned. In the first Myth, this line

(Thimerosal isn’t gone from all vaccines — it’s still present in some influenza formulations. But none of the vaccines routinely required for school admission contains thimerosal as a preservative.)1

is for whatever reason convenient or otherwise, missing from the printed magazine. Does it negate the myth that vaccines can cause autism (an idea that I, even as an autie mom, don’t in the least believe)? No. But it was a fact that was wrongly printed about something that is super important to the majority of people worried about vaccines. Mercury was enough of a concern that they had to take it out, obviously (though even that is another misleading fact listed – that the thimerosal-filled vaccines were just voila! off the shelves in 2001. They were actually on the shelves for a year or two after that while suppliers used up their stores, but I digress. )

Fact is,  I have an issue with all of their ‘myths’, or at least their summations of public opinions within each. Not because I’m defensive about what they’re trying to assume I think as a non-vaxer, but because they’re just… dumb. I mean number five is that there is no dividing opinion within scientists. Except for those few dissenters, but they don’t count.

Mmm.. what?

Whatever. Maybe Wired had to fill some space on the page and made the poor sidebar fool find another ‘myth’ an hour before sending to press. Who cares. The point is that it’s patronizing to the group they are discussing (in this case those that believe that vaccines can cause autism, in other articles those who don’t vaccinate period) despite that the following fact printed in Wired is actually true:

…counterintuitively, higher rates of non-vaccination often correspond with higher levels of education and wealth.

So at the very least it should be acknowledged that perhaps the overarchcing implication that the non-vaccinating demographic are miseducated sheeple, is actually… wait for it… wrong. That perhaps there could be some people who are at the simplest level making choices that other people just don’t like.

Look. Obviously I’m just as fired up as the people writing the articles. But that’s less because I’m defensive about my views, but more that I feel these articles are stupidly unbalanced and pejorative. To the point where, coupled with the current flu season/H1N1 awareness, it’s beginning to feel a little uncomfortably like a witchhunt to me, and I’ve never encountered that before. There’s a sweet, sweet little girl in Jack’s class who has spina bifida, and she has missed 6 weeks of school because her parents are afraid of H1n1. I was told she might choose to stay home through the whole season because of those who are unvaccinated that might infect her. Was that directed at me? I have no idea. But I don’t think it’s fair for myriad of reasons if it was.

I want those I respect (and those who don’t know me in the least) to know that I am actually aware of herd immunity and what would happen if everyone stopped vaccinating. That I don’t make these decisions lightly, and that I really wish it didn’t appear to be something that was done selfishly or without regard to any possible consequences. It’s a paradigm shift for a lot of people, and I get that. And I know there are those who fit the picture these articles are aimed at, but I’m not it. And neither are a lot of people I know who feel the same way I do.

And because this is already a hellaciously long post, I’ll go ahead and copy here the response I quickly and furiously wrote after reading that Slate article. Because I can’t let a vax post end without some some attempt to counter the propaganda, and because at its basest level, at least the two opinions are honest that every parent wants what’s best for their own children.

Thanks to those who made it this far. ;)

Interesting. The author uses one child in a day care as the smoking gun for her son’s precarious death, and yet for all her refutation that ‘current public opinion about childhood vaccinations sometimes seems to be influenced less by science and more by Jenny McCarthy’, she herself fails to either seriously research or at the very least objectively acknowledge that statistically the vast majority of adults are not up-to-date on their own vaccine schedules. People look toward children as the carrier monkeys of all illness, but you are just as likely to catch a disease from the 40-year-old woman hacking away in the grocery store as you are from little Johnny on the bus.

The VariVax vaccine has long been cited by medical journals as having one of the lowest efficacy rates, making going to school at all akin to attending a ‘pox party’; cursory searches will find many stories documenting outbreaks among vaccinated populations. The rise of shingles, a nervous system-attacking pleasant little thing, is directly correlated to the mass vaccination of VariVax, which is unable to provide, ironically, the lifelong immunity conferred from the wild varicella virus. So does that mean in 70 years I can write the same article about her vaccinated child, because her herd immunity eradicated the necessary protection my daughter is missing when she gets shingles as an elderly person?

She mentions that the child who died of Hib was an infant not old enough for that vaccine, but was in fact one of three in a family that don’t vaccinate… But vax status is actually irrelevant here, b/c the child was too young regardless of the family’s opinion on immunizations. So if anything, based on her own hysterical logic, she proved that Hib doesn’t have to be feared if the other four children – one of whom was immuno-deficient – DIDN’T die (despite that three of them actually were unvaccinated). And really, if she wants to take her fear mongering to the next level, she should research epidemiological niches, and the serotype replacement of the other 5 Haemophilus influenza strains that replaced the unnatural decline of the b strain. True story.

It’s sad for this family that they have to try and overcome leukemia. Without a doubt. But pretending this article is anything other than a misleading, poorly-researched witch hunt, is not helping anyone. We’re all parents trying to do what’s best for our children, and you don’t worry or love your child any less if they DON’T have cancer. This was the Limbaugh of vax articles, and if she truly believes it’s as righteously and scientifically simple as she proclaims (and this wasn’t actually somehow an indirect tie to Paul Offit, of multiple vaccine patent and money-making fame) then she needs to put her child in a bubble. And live there with him.



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Hmm. You must not know Lo.

Lorelei, unprompted yet whispering very shyly and quietly to the man behind the counter:  “Can I please have a sucker?”

Man:  “Sure, sweetie! And you’re so cute you can have two!”

Lo, mumbling:  “Thank you berry much.”

Lo, not two minutes later in the car, nearly screaming with excitement:  “I’M SO HAPPY I MIGHT JUST SHARE THIS NUMBER TWO SUCKER WITH MY BROTHER WHEN I GET HOME!”

Sigh. I had a whole long rant written out about how freaking pissed off I am about this local hospital’s policy about separating mamas and babies for two days if mom shows signs of having H1n1, but I deleted it. I realized that there is no way I can write about this without offending a whole lot of people, and it’s just not in me right now.

I understand that this policy is supposed to protect babe from a scary, admittedly, virus, but to completely negate the – in my not even humble opinion – crucial factors that make those first few days irreparably important just makes me sad. These mamas need those hours for endorphin release. For milk production. For bonding. The thought of little babies in plastic cubes away from the one person whose smell and sound is the only thing they’ve ever known is barbarous to me.

I’m fully aware that many people think I’m a nutjob for my natural-leaning opinions, but I don’t see how there could be any mother who could have a healthy birth – of any kind – and not think something is just instinctively wrong when a member of the hospital staff walks away from you with your brand new miracle. I don’t care if you know that the colostrum that baby is missing out on has more antibody protection than the Fort Knox of quarantines, or that the hormones you might be missing out on could actually prolong your hospital stay if your uterus doesn’t contract well enough, or even that just having that baby at home – with full-on flu – is still statistically the safer choice, especially in relevant terms of nosocomial and iatrogenic infections. That really doesn’t matter. I’m just sad that we’ve gone so far from our instinctive biological histories that this is even an option. It’s just wrong.

I really don’t think I’m the nutjob. I just don’t.

I don’t know what to say. For 12 years you rolled with new houses and stupid cats and drooling dogs and loud little tail-yankers, and yet you never changed. You never acted out or punished me or required anything beyond some food, a blanket to drag down the hall between your legs when company was over, and a dripping faucet to drink your never-ending thirst for water that was apparently, years ago, your first diabetic sign.

Oh buddy, I remember when you fit into the palm of my hand, still blind b/c you were abandoned at two weeks and you were so freaking little. You stepped in Meg’s candle and singed half of your whiskers off, and walked funny for a long time after that. You would divebomb people’s heads from the top of the fridge and you were such a colossal shit at first that my roommates set out a sun tea pitcher with a sign on it that said THE LUCKY DE-CLAW AND NEUTER TRUST FUND and I raised, like, 70 bucks with that thing. And you never were very cuddly, but you were loyal. And fat, and cantankerous, and mine. Wholly.

You stuck around longer than half the people in my world currently, and though I keep reminding myself you were just a cat (and know there are people who will never understand caring about, much less BLOGGING about, an event like this), the truth is I am ridiculously sad. Much sadder than I realized I would be. Because in all the years, when everything else in my world could be upside down, you were simply there. And that was so much more comforting than I ever knew.

And now you’re not. And I’m going to miss you something fierce because of it.

So I hope you are in yogurt heaven, sir, with shoes to sleep in and blankets galore. And I hope you pick a new name, because although LuckehLeck was a fun alliteration, it sure was a dumb name. I’ve always regretted it and thought you deserved something more fitting. ..But we also called you Fat Man and Humpy McHumperson, so perhaps you should stick with it.

Bah. You were a damn good cat. RIP my grumpiest old man.

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And I forgot to add that dear old Oscar hasn’t changed. I have zero – and I really mean zero – idea how he got in here and got shut in.

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Sigh.

Until Where The Wild Things Are opens. Giggitygiggitygiggity I’m excited.

So, I got busted recently by a friend who accused me of falling off the earth, and I couldn’t really defend myself because I’m not sure if the writing’s not on the wall for ye olde Huzzah. It rolled through my brain yesterday while I was mentally writing a sarcastic letter to the makers of this product (the letter saying roughly that perhaps putting MENTHOL in a product made to be used around EYEBALLS might not have been the best idea) that I should possibly abandon this blog and start one where all I do is write letters to people. Shrug. We’ll see.

Until then, an update, more-or-less.

Work has been good. And crazy. And de-cluttering. Which is soothing. Which is odd to say about your job, but there you go. One of my latest projects is separating old files that go back before 1983 (!!). Holy batman but my relegated space to do this is filling up. The files are beginning to grow like moss onto other walls and furniture. And what you can’t see are the.. oh.. 15 other boxes out of the picture?

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The kids are doing pretty well. We’ve started the token/marble earning system for good behavior, and it works pretty dang well, except that Lorelei has no idea what she’s earning or that she could/should start using those tokens to get things she wants. Jack uses all of his up for DS/Xbox time, and is learning the hard lesson of saving versus immediate reward. We’ll see..

Lo’s been extra-clingy lately, but I’m trying to roll with it. She’s not doing it always or to all of her loved ones, but when she gets her genuine sad look and asks for a 50th hug? Your heart breaks in half.

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I also think what’s compounding my own sadness is that the best friend of some of my good friends died last week, and his service is this Saturday. Doug had a just-turned one year-old, and your mind can’t escape the what-ifs of that whole situation. He was a super, super cool guy, and my heart goes out to not only his wife and sweet babe, but also my friends who are hurting so deeply. I know that pain – and maybe not even as much – and it just.. friggen sucks. Blerg.

But my overall contentment is pretty even. I tentatively feel like maybe things are settling down and becoming less turbulent. Most of the wounds from all facets of the divorce have closed up, and I think most of the relationships that were going to be salvaged, were repaired. I love and feel loved again. That’s comforting.

So yeah.. I think that’s about it at the moment. I’m doing fairly well in my fantasy league, cool weather has set in, and RW/RR has begun a new season. Life isn’t too bad.

But now I gotta run and get the kids from school so I can give them a big hug and be thankful they’re safe and happy and healthy. Do the same with your loved ones.

First let me state that I’m an animal lover. I swear it. I am in fact notorious for taking in strays and was once banned from visiting the pound at K-State.

Now. Having said that, let me just shamefully admit that  I. CAN. NOT. STOP. SNICKERING. AT. THIS. Jessica Simpson’s allure – in any way – continues to mystify me (especially when she begins to speak) and I just can’t stop imagining the scene where she watches it happen with a wide-eyed blank stare. I’m sorry, but that’s straight out of a Christopher Guest movie.

RIP Daisy. Heh.

Uh… I mean…

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Despite what I’ve questioned about the idea of germ theory being the end-all, that doesn’t really mean I’m down with you licking the bottom of your shoe because you’re bored.

Thanks.

-Mom

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I got a packet in the mail, and it looks like I can get COBRA through Jon’s employer with health, dental and vision.

All for the low cost of $464.76 a month.

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Sounds awesome. Sign me up.

Please take note, as some of these things might take some time to find.

- a horse

- purple spray paint

- a unicorn

- Barbie

- a flashlight

- a tutu

- a Hello Kitty band aid

- a Hello Kitty toothbrush

- lipstick

- an ice cream cone

- a green hair ribbon

- raisins

- Sleeping Beauty (the movie)

- Princess Legos

- a puppy

- a baby sister

- a princess book

- a hammer

- ET (the actual alien)

- a drink of pop

- a gumball

- pink nail polish

- a butterfly

- an in-ground swimming pool

- deodorant

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Thank you.

1. Why is it that when I right-click the Mac mouse, I suddenly freeze the computer while a colorful wheel spins for an indeterminate amount of time?

2. What in the HELL is happening that such an innocuous button on a PC can cause such obvious distress to the Apple machine? Why such a friggen disparity in functionality if they utilize the same mice?! This truly chaps my hide. Every single day, when I do it multiple times.

3. Jack’s school district doesn’t have busing for elementary kids. This was learned recently and suddenly… like on the first day of school. It’s a crazy mess with IEPs and funding and in the end Jon and I are literally scrambling to figure out how to get him home from school every day. It totally blows.

4. Why is busing spelled busing and not bussing like I keep trying to spell it? I’ve had the opportunity to type/write out that word over 40 million times in the last week, and I’m still, thanks to the squiggly little red line underneath it, trying to write it incorrectly. I don’t think such a little word has trumped me this stubbornly.. ever.

5. When you see a construction sign that is specific (usually for detour directions) what happens to those signs after the project is over? Is the TURN LEFT ON SWITZER sign made of sticker-like letters? And is there someone who then has to peel that off afterward? Who makes those signs?

6. Why is it that people who answer phones for big companies are either super helpful or unabashedly rude? I realize it’s not a new rant to complain about people in customer service positions, but I got some asshat in trouble this week, because he literally transferred me mid-sentence, and the boss who ended up having to suss out my rambling when he picked up was LESS than pleased to have been put in that position. I was glad to know the guy got chewed out, but I wish he’d just been nice to begin with. Is it THAT HARD TO BE POLITE TO STRANGERS PEOPLE?

7. I legitimately, and without snobbery, don’t get why people on Facebook announce when they’re going to bed… unless it’s 4 in the morning. Or that they’re washing their car… unless it’s new. Or that they’re brushing their teeth… unless they recently got dentures. You get my drift.

8. I watched Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist the other night, and I can’t get it out of my head. It was SO DAMN CUTE. And everyone I’ve told that to is like, duh, you love Michael Cera, why didn’t you see it earlier? I don’t know. But I regret it, because I love that kid, and I now love pretty much everything he’s ever done. Plus I dig the soundtrack, so that helps.

9.  I need to get some insurance (catastrophic at least, but most likely health and dental. Not too worried about vision right now). But I don’t know where to begin. Any suggestions?

10. Saw BRITT4U today on a vanity plate. Sigh. What? WHAT?

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.. And also apparently ‘Barbie School’.

But fear not: she and I will have the whole why-Barbie-is-evil discussion over calorically-rich milkshakes soon enough, I promise.

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