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Musings

Background Checkbook

April 23, 2013 by Carol Leave a Comment

Just a very quick thought about the recent gun control legislation that didn’t happen in the Senate — despite overwhelming popular support. What, exactly, is the NRA so afraid of? If all their members are indeed “law abiding citizens” simply concerned about their Second Amendment rights, then what about background checks bothers them? If they are so innocent, what are they worried the justice system might find?  A parking ticket isn’t going to disqualify them from owning a gun, is it?  A speeding ticket?

On the other hand, if an applicant’s resume is so rife with criminal activity that a background check raises red flags, then perhaps he or she should be disqualified from owning a deadly weapon.

“Guns don’t kill people. People kill people” is the old bumper sticker quote. But, it is people with guns who kill people. And too often, it is the very ones they are closest to who die.  The Bureau of Justice Statistics reports that 80% of murder victims are killed by family and friends — precisely those who are likely to be in the home.

Not intruding strangers.

So, what does the NRA fear?

Filed Under: Musings Tagged With: background check, gun control

The Queen Bee

April 4, 2013 by Carol Leave a Comment

In a recent article in the Wall Street Journal, titled “The Tyranny of the Queen Bee,” Dr. Peggy Drexler reported that the vision of a kinder, gentler corporate world with women in leadership positions was more pipe dream than reality. Women in leadership positions are not serving as mentors to the women under them. Rather, they are either ignoring them or deliberately sabotaging their efforts.

While disappointed, I was not surprised. My own research in social psychology indicated that even regular worker-bees can be just as manipulative and treacherous as any queen, and not all that different from the mean girls we all knew in high school.

In my studies, young men and women were assigned simple geometry puzzles to solve, but were given phony scores indicating either “success” or “failure” on the tests. When told their partners’ scores, the men attributed their female partners’ success to their skill, their failure to bad luck or difficulty of the material. The women, on the other hand, attributed their female partners’ success to luck, their failure to inability and incompetence.

The bell curve being what it is, not all of these young women could have been queen bees. Nor can my results be explained by geography since I conducted my research on both the East Coast and in the Rocky Mountains.

What gives me pause is that I conducted my studies decades ago, at the height of the feminist movement, when women (we were not to be called “girls”) were talking about sisterhood and empowerment and equality. What happened to the promise of a brighter future?

If sisterhood requires demeaning our siblings, and empowerment means kicking the legs out from under our colleagues, then it appears feminism itself needs a re-think. We have been blaming men/the system/the fill-in-the-blank for generations now for our inability to break the metaphorical glass ceiling. Perhaps some of our failure can be attributed to the fact that we have been holding our sisters by the ankles so that they can’t climb the ladder.

Filed Under: Musings Tagged With: Queen bee

The Devil Wears Prada

March 11, 2013 by Carol 1 Comment

I am standing at the airport, in one of those Disney-esque rope lines that snake back and forth across the floor. Business people are checking their iPhones, kids are fidgeting but are, curiously, fairly quiet. No whining, no rude noises. Everybody is polite and courteous, excited about, or perhaps resigned to, their upcoming travels.

Slowly but surely we progress through the check-in line. I look around to keep my mind occupied, and spy a beautiful pair of Prada leather boots on the designer jeans-clad young woman three positions ahead of me.  I had seen these exact boots at Saks and know that this is a person who spares no expense to project an image of edgy sophistication. A buttery soft, brown leather, the buckled pair cost almost a thousand bucks, so she must have either a very good job or a really nice trust fund.

The young woman reaches the airline ticket agent, and begins to speak. Her voice is youthful and pleasant, and while not at all loud and brassy, it does project. Although I don’t recognize her (after all, I can just see her from the back), there is something familiar about her that niggles at my brain. I focus on her long chestnut tresses, trying to figure out how I know her. Was she ever a student of mine? Is she perhaps one of my kids’ friends?  Is she the teller at my bank?  I search my memory bank, but come up empty.

Then suddenly it hits me.

It’s Rachel, from cardholder services. As awareness breaks, I feel a burning rage build up inside me, from the deepest level of my gut, up through my chest, and then out my mouth.

“You!” I shout. “You are Rachel! The Rachel who calls me incessantly at work, at dinner, even — damn you — during “The Big Bang Theory!”

And I jump upon her sorry ass, pummeling her until …

I bolt upright in bed, my heart pounding like a thoroughbred at Saratoga. My mouth is parched, so I grab the glass of water on my nightstand and take greedy, desperate gulps. Then I dust off my old Lamaze breathing technique, hoping to slow the 130 beats per minute so that I might actually fall back asleep. So that I don’t have a heart attack.

But, as I breathe in and out, calming myself, I know that I have seen the devil, and that she does indeed wear Prada.

Filed Under: Musings Tagged With: Devil wears Prada, Rachel from cardholder services

Strapping on the Mary Janes

March 4, 2013 by Carol 1 Comment

Just this past week I read of Lyle Craker, a professor at the University of Massachusetts who studies medicinal plants. He cannot get permission from the federal government to grow marijuana for medical research. This, despite the fact that nineteen states (Massachusetts being the 18th) allow for the use of so-called “medical marijuana” to east the sometimes debilitating effects of serious illness.

Medical marijuana. These two little words can make normally rational people cringe, and I have to say that I do not understand this reaction. After all, about 40 percent of our prescription medicines come from plant extracts or synthesized plant compounds. Plant-based medicines are everywhere and probably occupy a bottle or tube (or ten) in your bathroom cabinet or the bottom of your purse.

I don’t personally indulge in recreational drugs, and I thank God that I have not had to deal with any of the issues that seriously ill people have to face. But, let’s separate the recreational from the medical arguments for and against legalizing marijuana. And let’s forget the old-wives’ tales on gateway drugs. Let’s talk science.

Developing life-saving medicines from plants has been going on for millennia. One of the earliest such uses, recorded in the Ebers Papyrus from ancient Egypt (c. 1550 BCE), is a prescription for cannabis sativa, used as a topical treatment for inflammation. Others include:

Penicillin, developed from mold

Aspirin, from willow bark

Thymol, a powerful antifungal and antiseptic, from thyme

Quinine for malaria, from the Cinchona tree

Menthol, from mint

As for marijuana, scientific studies conducted by reputable researchers at renowned medical centers have demonstrated the following encouraging results:

A compound derived from marijuana could stop metastasis in many kinds of aggressive cancer.

Marijuana has been shown to help people suffering from depression.

Marijuana has been shown to help people suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Marijuana has been shown to help people suffering from the pain, depression, and weight loss experienced with advanced AIDS.

Marijuana-like chemicals trigger receptors on human immune cells that can directly inhibit a type of human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) found in late-stage AIDS.

If we can save lives, or even help alleviate severe pain and discomfort, then let’s do it already. Let’s stop this nonsense about refusing to allow even the growing of the plant for medical research. That our elected leaders continue to obstruct medical research is an embarrassment. It makes us look stupid.

If clinical testing proves that marijuana itself, or medications developed from it, can help combat disease or allow seriously ill people to cope better with pain, nausea, and other symptoms, then let’s take the next step: regulate it as a pharmaceutical product should be.

And distribute it as a trusted medicine should be distributed. Asking people to go to dispensaries that look more like head shops than legitimate pharmacies is not only inconvenient. It’s insulting and disrespectful of people who are already suffering enough.

So, what am I missing here?

 

Filed Under: Musings Tagged With: marijuana, Medical marijuana, medical research

Navigational Talmud

February 4, 2013 by Carol 4 Comments

My good friend, Vera, once told me that the surest way to divorce court was by way of the wallpaper store. “Never hang wallpaper with your husband” was her rule.

I had my own rule of places to avoid: The car.

I realize that, in the course of a 35 year marriage, it is sometimes necessary to drive together. But, almost every time Joel and I drive to an unfamiliar place, we would have what one might kindly call “a discussion.”

And then, one day, we didn’t. We had rented a car that came equipped with GPS.  We drove from our home to JFK airport – our actual destination — without one single wrong turn or unkind word.

So, being of sound mind, we went out and bought a GPS immediately upon return from our trip. Unfortunately, the one we bought couldn’t even find our house from a mile away. In retrospect, maybe it just wanted a challenge. Or, just maybe, we had purchased a cheap device.

So, we bought a better one. And that one was more reliable.

However, nirvana was too good to last. My wonderful husband is meticulous about details and, having already experienced some unplanned side trips, he understandably wants validation that we are on the right path.

So, traveling with Joel is sort of like studying Talmud. Let me explain. In the middle of every page of Talmud sits an original source text. Surrounding that block of text is discussion and debate in the form of centuries of rabbinic opinions recorded from oral tradition.

Our travel discussions are similar, up to a point. Although we both agree on the destination, Joel wants multiple opinions on how to reach it. So, our trips invariably include commentary by mapquest, google, the AAA map, and road signs – not to mention the woman with the British accent telling us where to go. And, since Joel wants me to pay attention to every single one of the “rabbis,” I get increasingly confused, we sometimes take a wrong turn, and the decibel level in the car gets progressively higher.

GPS is truly a great addition to modern life, but if I were at all technologically capable, I would add a couple features. First would be one in which the British lady tells us where to turn off to find a decent sandwich, a clean bathroom, or a gas station. Road signs promising said places invariably lie, making us drive miles out of our way.

Perhaps even more helpful would be having the British lady come equipped with a degree in either conflict resolution or marriage counseling.

Technology is wonderful. We just have to harness it for good.

Filed Under: Musings, Travel Tagged With: GPS, marital relations

A Well-Regulated Militia

January 16, 2013 by Carol 1 Comment

When I was eleven years old I had my first experience with handguns.

My neighbor, Raymond was shooting at targets at his parents’ dry cleaning plant with a friend. His nine-year-old brother Andy came into the room to tell them that lunch was ready. When Andy turned around to leave the room, a gun fired.  Andy fell, a bullet in his back. He died on the way to the hospital in his father’s truck.

The friend claimed that he had merely turned the gun over in his hand and that it had fired accidentally, but rumor swept through the neighborhood that he had aimed the weapon. I don’t think we’ll ever know, but I wonder how the friend has managed to reconcile himself with being responsible for the death of a child.

I remember exactly where I was, seated in the back left corner of Mrs. Baker’s sixth grade class, when we learned the news.

I remember teaching Andy to play baseball.

And, to this very day I think of Andy and what he might have become had he lived. Would he have outgrown that perpetually runny nose? Would he have played varsity baseball?

What would his position be on gun control?

What haunts me more almost fifty years after this tragic and traumatic event is that little has changed in regard to gun ownership.

Opponents of gun control constantly cite the Second Amendment to the Constitution to support their position. I think I must be reading a different document because I don’t understand it the way they do.

I’m not a Constitutional scholar, and I understand that the Bill of Rights was written in the English language in use over two hundred years ago, so, I would most appreciate your helping me understand the amendment, because I seem to be missing something.

The Amendment reads, “A well regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed.”

Let’s start at the beginning: “A well regulated Militia.” A militia is, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary:

1a: a part of the organized armed forces of a country liable to call only in emergency; b: a body of citizens organized for military service; 2: the whole body of able-bodied male citizens declared by law as being subject to call to military service

Are individual gun owners “part of an organized armed forces liable to call only in emergency?” If they are not members of the National Guard or Reserves and therefore subject to call-up in an emergency, then I would say “no.”

Are individual gun owners a “body” organized for military service? Same as above.

Are individual gun owners to be considered the whole body of able-bodied male citizens “declared by law as being subject to call to military service?” Well, draft-eligible men may able-bodied citizens, but if they are not serving, are they still to be considered a militia?  If they are out-of-shape couch potatoes, are they able-bodied? From everything I have heard and read, I believe this phrase derives from the time that we were fighting the British and our nascent nation depended on individuals and their personal weapons. This no longer holds true, right? We have our armed forces.

When I see the word “militia,” what comes to mind are anti-government survivalist groups that hang out in places like Montana. These groups are hardly working to make our country secure. They are interested in making things good for those of whom they approve, and minorities need not apply. And, handguns are not their weapons of choice.

Let’s now address the term “well-regulated?” Is the ownership and use of arms currently well-regulated? According to the Centers for Disease Control, 30,470 people died from gunshot wounds in the United States in 2010. Of those,19,392 (63.6%) were suicides, and 11,078 (36.4%) were homicides.

Do 30,470 deaths indicate that our so-called militia is “well-regulated?”

The NRA maintains that current gun control laws are sufficient to regulate the trade. And let’s not fool ourselves; the trade is huge. In 2012 alone, the firearms and ammunition industry was responsible for as much as $31.84 billion in total economic activity in the country.

So now we get to the phrase “…necessary to the security of a free State. Since this is the federal constitution, I assume this means the country, not individual states. A militia is designed to defend the security of the country. Frankly, if a foreign nation decides to attack us, I am pretty sure it will use something big and ugly. Guns aren’t going to be much help.

And, finally, “…the right of the people to keep and bear Arms.” Yes, people in the militia have the right to keep and bear Arms. While they are in the military. To secure the country.

So, how have people come to interpret this to mean that they can keep a weapons cache in their game rooms? That it is okay to horde automatic weapons capable of firing off hundreds of rounds of ammunition?

Aside from actual war, for what purpose can these automatic weapons exist?

For sport? Is it sportsmanlike to mow down an animal?

For food? Who wants a venison steak filled with lead?

Or, do they exist for the purpose of murdering movie goers, mall shoppers — and first graders?

I am always happy to learn new things, so if somebody can explain to me how I am misinterpreting the Second Amendment, I would most appreciate it.

Filed Under: Musings Tagged With: gun control, Second Amendment, well-regulated militia

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