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Become A Virgin Again – NOT!!
   OK, I’m trying to keep an open mind, but honestly . . . vaginal rejuvenation?? Have you heard about this? Women can now have a one-hour, outpatient procedure performed that tightens their vaginal canal so that it creates more friction during intercourse and enhances sexual pleasure. AND they can get their labia tightened up, too, so that it’s “more attractive.”

    Ladies, please don’t fall for this! Think about it for a minute. This procedure was invented by a man for the purpose of making sex more pleasurable for whom??? MEN!  (drmatlock.com/)  And you have to wonder what this doctor’s motivation was, too. Maybe he’s some perv who wanted a job where he could stare at women’s vaginas all day. What’s that quote? “Men spend nine months of their life trying to get out of a woman, and the rest of their life trying to get back in.”

    I guess it’s not good enough anymore that women by the zillions have bought into the notion that their breasts aren’t big enough and so implants are now the order of the day. Our 16-year-old daughters are even asking for them as graduation gifts, for God’s sake! But now we’re supposed to believe that our most private part, the very thing that makes us women, the miraculous vehicle by which they entered the world, mind you, is not good enough for men, either. Not tight enough, not “pretty” enough.

    In other words, men want us to be virgins again. Some women are reportedly having this done as a “gift” for their spouse or significant other. It’s pure lunacy. Expensive lunacy, mind you. This “rejuvenating” procedure costs thousands!

    I think I have a solution:  How about instead of revitalizing your vagina – rebirthing the birth canal – you get a transplant, instead. Extract from your life that shallow, diminutive man who is encouraging you to have this procedure (and is probably sagging in certain private areas, himself) and replace him with a kind, decent man who will love you, and every beautiful inch of you, inside and out. Someone who is a better "fit."
Get Crackin'!

    Scrambled, fried, poached, boiled. . . how do you like your eggs? However you eat them, make sure you scarf them down at breakfast if you want to lose weight, a new study suggests. 

    Researchers found that “eating eggs for breakfast as part of a reduced-calorie diet helped overweight women lose more weight and feel more energetic than those who at a bagel breakfast.” (prnewswire.com/news/index_mail.shtml?ACCT=104&STORY=/www/story/04-29-2007/0004576188&EDATE=)

    I love scrambled eggs, I really do. Especially with ketchup. But I don’t make them too often because the eggs always stick to the bottom of the pan and it’s so darn hard to clean up. But perhaps I should make the effort. The study claims that women who ate 2 eggs for breakfast at least 5 days a week for 8 weeks lost 65% more weight than the bagel eaters.

    Tomorrow morning, I plan to fire up that stove! And the best way to clean the scrambled-egg pan? Fill it with water and let it boil. Then dump the hot water into the sink, run cold water into the pan and scrub the caked-on egg gunk right off!

Kids Are NOT Sexy, OK?

    This blog is aimed directly at parents. (In fact, if I could shoot a few of you, I would.) This weekend, I experienced two incidents that really disturbed me. My daughters and I went back-to-school shopping, you know, the most wonderful time of the year? This little girl walked by me, she must have been 7 years old, tops. Cute little thing, except she was wearing this t-shirt that shouted in big, bold letters: “I LOVE FRAT BOYS!”

    What?? Does she even know what a frat boy is? Has she even seen “Animal House?” First off, I would not be encouraging my 7-year-old daughter to love boys. At that sweet age, she should love stuffed animals, (and her mom and dad, of course). Period. Secondly, encouraging your daughter to throw herself at boys who are rude, obnoxious, destructive, and focused on partying and screwing hordes of women is not good parenting.

    Most important, why would you think it’s cute, funny or cool to turn your precious young daughter into a sex object? (mercatornet.com/articles/focus_on_media_a_toxic_culture_for_girls/)  Is it because her mom, who bought her that ridiculous t-shirt, never felt sexy or got enough attention from men, so she wanted to make sure her own daughter got a good start in life?

    We then went into another store where three little girls, who were maybe 10, were wearing make-up. Lots of it. Thick mascara and garishly-blue eye shadow. We couldn’t help but stare. One of them turns to my daughters and says: “Why are you looking at us? Because we’re so hot?”

    Parents, I am begging you to stop sexualizing your children! They are not hot, they are not sexy . . . they are children! And as parents, it is your obligation to protect their innocence as long as possible. Is it any wonder that our society seems to be getting overrun by sexual predators? Buying your children sexually suggestive t-shirts and dressing them up to look like street walkers is only fueling their sick, sexual fantasies.

    Think about that next time you decide to buy your daughter a t-shirt that says: “Kiss me. I’m daddy’s bad little girl.”

Google This!
The other day, I was driving by Google in Irvine, California, and nearly slammed into the car in front of me, most likely because my eyes went from watching the road to gawking at three male Google employees playing basketball without their shirts on right outside the office building. It was a hot day, but they looked really, really HOT, if you know what I mean.

    My first thought was that I had to quit my job and apply at Google. Then I thought, “What a great company perk, to build a basketball court just for employees!” But I couldn’t figure out if the perk was for the guys who were burning calories or for the women (and maybe some men, who knows?) whose offices overlooked all that action. (Man, how do they get any work done over there?!)

    Compare Google’s company incentive program to an Indiana-based hospital chain that says starting in 2009, it will “charge employees as much as $30 every two weeks unless they meet weight, cholesterol and blood-pressure guidelines that the company deems healthy.” (latimes.com/news/la-fi-obese29jul29,0,6323392.story?coll=la-tot-topstories)

    I’m thinking, “police state,” and wouldn’t be comfortable working for someone who was keeping an eye not only on my productivity, but my waistline, too. I guess employers are getting pretty desperate as healthcare costs continue to rise at the same time the number of obese Americans has jumped to 1 in 3.

    What’s your take on this? Would you want to work for someone who was penalizing you for eating an occasional donut? Or is this the “magic bullet,” the weight-loss plan that could finally help you drop those unwanted pounds?

Are Men Necessary?

    OK, guys, before you get your boxers in a wad, you should know that the headline is not my idea. It’s pulled, somewhat, from an msnbc.com story about how scientists have made artificial sperm from bone marrow, and it may be possible one day for women to make their own sperm from their very own bone marrow.

    Feminist Gloria Steinem once said, “Of course women are superior to men. We can lactate, ovulate, menstruate and procreate. Men can merely inseminate.” But now, even that once necessary function may not be so necessary anymore. And if Hilary has her way, a woman may even be president someday.

    It then raises the question that the lesbian population has been asking for years now, “What do we need men for?” (msnbc.msn.com/id/17937813/page/2/)

    I’m really not the person to answer this question, having been divorced and single for a while. I have discovered, quite happily, that I can function just fine, thank you very much, in a male-less world. I kill my own spiders, I pay someone to mow my lawn, I borrow my neighbor’s husband every year to help set up the Christmas tree, and I just discovered sliders – these amazing, slippery plastic inventions that help you (meaning women) move heavy things. They work so well, they could move mountains, I swear!

    But the thing is, I don’t want to live in a world without men. I like them, really, I do. They make life interesting, mix it up a little. Granted, women spend most of the time mad at them, frustrated by them and confused about what they’re even thinking when they’re not thinking about sex, but still . . . men are adorable. I’ve met a number of good guys in my lifetime and they give me hope for the survival of the species.

    What do you think, Ladies? Are you ready to live in a world without men? Do you even want to?

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