SATC Movie Trailer

I just saw the Sex and the City Trailer here (from Jezabel), and I’m not sure I’m overly thrilled, although I’m attempting to remain optimistic. It appears that Steve might have cheated on Miranda (but just once, as if that would ever make it ok), Big and Carrie’s wedding gets all snafu-ed, Samantha leaves Smith (gasp!), and Charlotte, the mom of an adorable little adopted Asian daughter, becomes pregnant.

The whole Carrie/Big wedding snafu plot is a little tired. Didn’t we just see that on Gray’s Anatomy with Christina and Burke? It’s also not very realistic – not that I would ever hold SATC to maintaining a consistent level of realism – given the length and intensity of the pair’s tortured love affair, and the way it was resolved at the end of the last season with Big racing to Paris to profess his love to Carrie. They love each other, they want each other; would Carrie really mess that up by becoming a bridezilla? Maybe, but what is more likely is that Big’s commitment issues resurface.

I also don’t necessarily buy that Steve would ever cheat on Miranda. She’s never been my favorite, maybe because I’m a lawyer and I don’t like the strong-woman-doesn’t-want-to-be-a-mom-lawyer stereotype that she represents (my issues, not hers, and I’ll save them for another time). I also never thought she was attractive, which I know is a very shallow thing to say. I’m not saying Cynthia Nixon is not attractive, but the way they styled her at times was simply hideous. As a character as a whole, I just never got the appeal. Steve, on the other hand, always seemed completely smitten by Miranda, so the idea that they would settle down, move to Brooklyn, be living the nuclear family dream, and then he would cheat doesn’t ring true. On the other hand, they had their fair share of problems too so maybe some of them festered. We shall see. If Steve did cheat, I hope that Miranda dumps him on his ass and moves back to the City.

Samantha… Well, I don’t have all that much to say about Samantha, in part because the trailer didn’t give us a lot of hints about her part of the story. We see her with Smith in the bathroom, and then later we see her checking out a lot of men. Maybe she’s with Smith, maybe she’s not. Apparently she’s still thinking about sex a lot, and apparently she’s cancer free, which is good.

Charlotte has always been my absolute favorite. I love her. She’s romantic, sweet, and classy. I noticed the trailer gave us glimpses of her daughter and glimpses of her pregnant belly, but Harry was no where in sight. I’ll be pissed if Harry is no longer with Charlotte.

Regardless of the plot, I’m looking forward to this movie as another opportunity to revel in SATC. It’s going to be like an extra, extra-long last episode, and even if it’s not smashing, it’s still going to be thoroughly entertaining. Hopefully the movie – although the trailer makes me wonder about this – will not destroy all the happy endings that the season finale left us with. So many people hold a view that the girls should not have all ended up “happily ever after,” all with significant others. I vehemently disagree. That’s what they wanted, and that’s what they got. What’s wrong with letting women get what they want? Personally, I’m all about love triumphing. If that’s not what it’s about, what’s the point?

Weekend Redex

I had a rather self-indulgent weekend that consisted mainly pampering activities on Saturday and wandering through art museums on Sunday. I hadn’t intended to be so decadent on Saturday, but it just so happened that a dire need for a manicure and pedicure coincided with the date of a facial I had scheduled weeks ago, so I ended up doing them all on the same day. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon, I must say.

It was funny because the last time I went to have a facial at this place was way back when, just as I was quitting my job and before I left for Mexico and India. The facialist was so cute because she remembered that I had been in the middle of making a number of life changes and wanted updates about how everything had gone and how India had been. I was flattered that she remembered so much, and it was fun catching up with her and hearing about the changes she had been making during the last few months.

Among other things, we talked about how freeing it can be to purge your environment of materials that draw you back into emotional spaces that you have left behind; how purging your space of toxicity impacts you emotional well-being. Fox example, she ended a long tortureous, on-and-off again relationship with a guy approximately 6 months ago, and she still has all these little reminders of him around her apartment like letters and knick-knacks. I suggested tearing the letters up or burning them, and smashing the knick-knacks – all deliciously satisfying, cathartic ways of moving beyond memories of the past. She said she wasn’t ready for that yet, but had been thinking about gathering everything up and putting it in a box, just so she wouldn’t be involuntarily accosted by memories on a regulatr basis. I told her I thought it was an excellent idea. Purging takes time and you have to do it when it feels right; it can’t be forced.

Sunday, I had brunch with my girl friend, Sage, and then checked out the Guggenheim and the Neue Gallery. The Guggenheim has a really cool exhibit by a chinese artist that consists of a pack of 99 life-sized wolves – that look like the real thing – running up a section of the spiral path of the museum. It’s cool because you can walk among the wolves and get the sense that you are actually standing in the midst of a pack of real wolves. It was kind of disconcerting, but really cool at the same time. As the exhibit continues, the trail of wolves takes off into the sky and you can actually walk along the path under the pack of wolves, staring up at their bellies and anatomically correct undersides. At the end, it’s quite jarring because all of the wolves crash into a clear plexiglas wall and end up in a distorted heap of mangled bodies. The exhibit was supposed to allude to the Berlin Wall and represented the disasters that can occur from pack mentality.

The Neue Gallery is a small gallery that is currently featuring the work of Gustav Klimt, an Austrian artist that I really like whose paintings are intricate, beautiful pieces covered in vibrant colors and bits of goldleaf. In addition to some of his most famous paintings, the Gallery has many personal photographs of Klimt, his family, his models, and fellow artists – all of which were interesting because they give you a sense of who he was and the environment in which he was creating his art. The Gallery is also showing many of Klimt’s sketches, many of which depict women in quite scandalous (for that time and arguably for now as well) positions, such as naked and pregnant or with their legs spread touching themselves. Apparently, he shocked Vienna society with his first depiciton of a pregnant belly. Bravo Klimt!

By the way, I also saw “There Will Be Blood.” Daniel Day Lewis’s performance was fantastic, but thats no surprise because he’s wonderful. Stay alive, I will find you! Sorry, momentary Last of the Mohicans’ flashback. Anyway, other than him, there is absolutely no reason to see this movie, so spare yourself the pain and cross it off your list. It was ponderous, heavy, depressing, and way too long. If I hadn’t been sitting next to a very cute man, I might have been tempted to leave. As it was, I was almost perfectly content, despite the movie.

The only thing marring my sense of tranquility at the moment is a rather massive looming concern about my living situation. The short of it is that I might have to move by the end of February, which for those of you quick with the mental math gives me approximately 3 weeks to find a place, pack, and move. Kind of stressful, no? We shall see. There are a few things up in the air, but I’ve started to weigh my options. I could fight to stay in the place but it would be a big time-suck filled with negative energy, and I’m not sure I want that kind of drama in my life. In fact, I know I don’t. I just don’t think it would be worth it. If I don’t fight to stay there, I then have to find a new place, which could be really stressful, but could also result in me finding a great place and finally, again, having a place all to myself. How awesome would that be? Awesome. Ah, to be able to decorate the place how I want it, to be rid of furniture that’s not mine, to be able to take a bath whenever I want to… all these things could be mine.

If only New York wasn’t such a god-awful place in which to look for apartments. Not even the sub-prime disaster that is affecting housing prices all over the United States and impacting world markets has brought prices down in the City.

Don’t Be Scared

I’m deliciously happy today. Thanks to Global Warming, New York is a gorgeous 70 degrees and sunny today, and I’m reveling in it. It’s so funny how little changes in the weather can have such a profound affect on one’s mood.

I went out last night and saw “I Am Legend” with Will Smith. Overall, I really liked it. A lot of the movie focuses on how Smith’s character manages to live on his own in Manhattan after all of the other humans have been annihilated by mutated, hyper-aggressive zombie-humans – the products of a genetically-engineered cure for cancer gone catastrophically wrong. Smith’s character recreates human relationships with his dog, Samantha, and the mannequins positioned in an empty record store. He uses an almanac to chart meticulously the time the sun will set each day, listens to his Ipod, somehow has electrical power in his house though ConEdison has long since disappeared, watches Shrek and re-runs of the Today Show, and insists that Samantha eats her vegetables, all the while hunting the zombies in an effort to find a cure that will reverse the effects of the mutation and save humankind.

The parts with the zombies were tense and scary, causing me to bury my head into the shoulder of my obliging date, who whispered softly, “Don’t be scared.” As a general matter, I’m not good with scary movies; I have a very vivid imagination and find it difficult to suspend disbelief when faced with terrorizing monsters or serial killers lurking in the dark. And, unfortunately, my inability to suspend disbelief often stays with me long after the movie has ended, causing me to check under the bed, in the shower, and behind the clothes in the closet before gingerly crawling in to bed, listening in the darkness for the faintest hint of movement somewhere in the house – the tell-tale sign of something disastrous about to occur.

But, today, it’s warm and sunny outside, life is good, and I’m so happy at the moment that the idea of zombies attacking is quite unthinkable.

Procrastination Sex Break

Ever since the Black Dress Revelation, I had been doing quite well in terms of feeling balanced. In the last two days there was a slight dip, not in my mood, but in my habits as a result of some work stress. I have a big project due and it’s taking a lot of time and instead of working on it throughout the weekend, I procrastinated. Procrastinating is the worst. But, it’s almost as bad to force yourself to do something you don’t want to do in the middle of the weekend; hence the problem. I’ve been chewing so much gum that my jaw hurts.

In a break from working, I watched Episode 6 of “Tell Me You Love Me.” Dude. I think that’s possibly the most blatant sex I’ve ever seen, short of watching myself in a mirror. I don’t even know how they film that without having sex. I’m talking specifically about Jamie and the Hot Guy from Lost (Shannon’s Brother). Not only did we see a full frontal semi-open shot of her – which was frankly a little more information than I needed – we saw his ass and what may or may not have been the base of his actual penis between their entwined legs. I’m kind of shocked, but also fascinated.

In addition to sex, “Tell Me You Love Me” has been boob-crazy of late. I’ve seen so much of the Woman-Who-Can’t-Get-Pregnant’s boobs that, today, when she made love to Pollack with her sweater on, it felt like a nice change to see her covered up. Her boobs are kind of amazing. So big and mushable. It must feel different to guys (or girls) when they embrace someone with large pillowy boobs versus little boobs. Do they notice? Oddly though, during the sex scenes with Women-Who-Can’t-Get-Pregnant, I felt like her boobs looked a bit uncomfortable. They were getting seriously smashed. It made me afraid that they were going to pop.

Finally, there was the 60-year old therapist and her husband getting it on in front of the fire place with a nice bottle of red wine. Those people know how to set the mood apparently, and our Miss-Sixty-Thang looked like she had a fantastic orgasm. It’s a little weird to see older people having sex, but I think it’s wonderful. We should have more models like that. One more thing to counter our toxic-youth-obsessed culture.

Britney And Coffee Don’t Mix

Britney Spears losing temporary custody of her children is NOT news! I can’t believe that the Today Show, which I realize is not the pinnacle of hard-hitting journalism, featured a story about Britney losing custody on their program this morning. I’m used to them bringing me various bits of entertaining fluff as I get ready in the morning, but Britney’s custody problems? Come on! She and her situation are sad, but she’s one woman with one set of problems – she should not be the focus of our national attention and I don’t care about any of it.

This, on the other hand, should be the subject of our national attention. And, this.

I enjoy consuming pop culture with the best of them, and obsessively check Pop Sugar, The Superficial, and Go Fug Yourself – normally, several times a day. I don’t check those sites for news. I check them for the same reason I watch America’s Next Top Model: Pure entertainment value and stress relief. It’s relaxing to focus your attention on something completely lacking in mental stimulation that’s entertaining to boot.

I suppose the same could be said of the Today Show, that it’s not intended to be the source of daily news. However, certainly it’s supposed to be on a slightly higher level than celebrity blogs – higher in terms of not solely focused on pop culture. Lest you think I could alleviate this problem by putting on CNN in the morning, I don’t have cable up in my room so to the extent I choose to flip on the tube, I’m a captive audience to the morning network programs.

Shouldn’t morning shows have some kind of social responsibility to educate the legions of Americans who take their first sips of coffee each morning with them in the background? There should be some kind of line between pure, meaningless fluff and things of value that networks should bear in mind for their morning line-ups, and Britney’s debacle of a life should not make it across the line into “things of value.”

See, now look what they did to me. Because of their impact on my morning, I now wrote about Britney on my blog, and I have further perpetuated the national focus on Britney. So much for global warming and world peace.

Sigh.

In another Britney-related note, LC said something quite amusing on The Hills last night (a delicious show that I revel in for its pure fluff entertainment value). While snuggling with the disgusting Brody Jenner (talk about celebrity whore), LC happened to glance up while her friend Lo was acting a little crazy on the couch. Lo was wearing a little dress and she flashed her panties. LC said to Brody, “Oh no, I just saw Lo’s Britney.”

That’s funny.

It’s also a testament to exactly why Britney’s disastrous life does not deserve to be the focus of our national morning talk shows. The woman who was once a superstar is now so well-known for flashing her nether regions that her name is becoming synonymous with that very same region of female anatomy.

Sad. So sad. She was once so much more.

Girl Friends & Eye Candy

I had a lovely weekend spending time with my girl friends, doing yoga, and practicing my Swedish. Saturday night, I got drinks with Lakshmi and another close girl friend of mine at a great lounge in the East Village called Angel’s Share. The entrance is unmarked at street level; to get to the lounge you have to climb a flight of stairs and go through a tightly packed Japanese restaurant.

Angle’s Share is cool because there’s no standing room and they do not permit groups larger than 4. Strict rules that they vigorously enforce, but they’re worth it because they makes for a very relaxing, intimate atmosphere. The lounge has delicious drinks, including the best sake I’ve ever tasted, which isn’t saying that much because I really haven’t sampled all that much sake. However, the one I had last night – a milky, floral sake – was delish. They also have ridiculously cute waiters ala the barbarian desert warrior, Lo, from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, who kidnaps Zhang Zi Yi and brings her back to his sultry love den in the desert. Remember this?

I have such a weakness for men with goatees. Sigh. Pirates, buccaneers, desert warriors, Spanish swordsmen. You would think a girl would run into at least one of them in New York amidst the hordes of lawyers, bankers, and other professionals.

Speaking of outrageously attractive, fall-to-the-floor-in-a-panting-quivering-mess, hot men, when does the next season of LOST begin?

Girl friends are awesome, but I still miss my boy friends.

I’m off to bed. Wish me luck that that shot of Sawyer makes its way into my dreams. Yow-za.

Heroes Recap

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They’re back! Tonight’s season premier of Heroes was awesome. First things first, Mohinder looks hotter than ever. It’s so nice to have him back in my living room. Better than how hot he looks is the fact that he’s teamed up with Mr. Bennet to bring down The Company and their minions with the Midas Touch. Parkman’s in on it too because he’s living in Mohinder’s flat with the little girl that’s being terrorised (by Sylar?) in her dreams. There’s something so perfectly wonderful about the picture of Mohinder and Parkman raising Molly together.

I feel bad for Claire, having to pretend she’s not special in her new high school, but I have faith in her and I can’t imagine that’s going to last too long. Especially not when her new friend appears to have flying abilities. Although, he could be a trap set by the company to lure her out. I miss Zach though. He and Claire were cute. I also want her to sock it to all of the cheerleaders at her new school.

Is half of Nathan’s face totally burned? Wow. I’m not digging the beard but it’s understandable that he would be drowning his sorrows in a liquid diet after thinking that he had allowed Peter to die. What’s up with his mom being part of secret society with Hero’s dad? And Nathan’s father and Linderman? Who’s killing them off and why? The Company?

Hero in Japan with the samurai is thoroughly enjoying. The great samurai warrior is a British guy in search of easy cash! So much for the heroes of legend. I bet Hero convinces the warrior to give him his armor and then Hero does all of the deeds that late become legend. That’s why the warrior’s sword is meaningful to Hero – because it’s actually his sword, the sword he used when he became the stuff of legends 400 years ago. That’s my guess anyway.

What did the girl trying to cross the border with her brother do to all those people? Maybe the sound of her screams melted their brains and made them bleed out of their eyes? Or just her emotional pain? Either way, fascinating. I like her. She’s a keeper.

The best surprise was Peter chained up in the box. Poor Peter, but he’s a live! And adorable! And, from the looks of things, way more powerful. He shot a blue fire bolt out of his hand. If only I could do that – my legal day job would be a distant memory.

The only ones missing that I really wanted to see? Nicki and Jessica. They’re my favorite.

Awesome start to the season. What did y’all think?

Drink Time

I have a date tonight with a guy that I met last weekend while out with a bunch of my girl friends at Pravda. One of the girls in my group picked up my date and his friend as they were walking by on the street outside of the club, and they ended up hanging out with our group for the remainder of the night. While his friend was canoodling with one of my friends over vodka martinis, he and I started talking and then ended up dancing until 3:30 am at Vig Bar.

It’s good to have proactive girl friends like that.

The evening ended with him walking me to a cab and asking for my number. A couple of days later, he emailed, then I emailed, then he called, then emailed, I emailed back, and ta-da, we have a date for this evening. We’re meeting up around 8 pm for drinks. I think we might go to an outdoor place as it’s beautiful out today, and it’s probably one of the last days we’ll have like this before summer fades away.

In terms of stats, he’s a lawyer, but as I explained to my Dad, so are half the men in New York so it’s a hard thing to avoid. He’s also a few years older than me, a partner (gasp!), taller than me by a few inches (nice), and he appears to have a sense of humour along with being a friendly, decent guy. I think he also might be environmentally conscious – which would be a pleasant surprise – based on a comment that he made about riding his bike as a means of trying to limit the burning of fossil fuels on the weekend. It was cute; I liked it.

I think I’m looking forward to it. If nothing else, I’m sure it will be fun and it will be nice to be outside. Worst case scenario, I’ll leave after a drink and resume watching Season 1 of Heroes on DVD. I can’t wait for next week’s season premier!

Tuesday Eye-Candy

You know those Mondays that leave you so exhausted, drained (and in my case seriously pissed off) that you feel as if the week has already been a long and torturous one even though you still have four more days left?

On those kind of Mondays, there are very few things that will bring a smile to a girl’s face short of a fantastic partner who’s made her dinner, drawn her a bubble bath, and offered to give her a foot rub later on in the evening.

But, here’s one of them: Behold the latest picture of Mohinder Suresh, courtesy of Popsugar, in all of his eye-candy glory. Here are some older ones.

And, just for fun, here’s another one:

Sendhil Ramamurthy is one devastatingly attractive male. He also looks kind of chilly. I think he needs some Buttercup action to warm him up. I’m an excellent snuggler…

See Sicko Before You Get Sick

I’m sick, which is actually quite apt because I had been planning to post about Michael Moore’s new film, “Sicko.” I’m one of the lucky members of the privileged class in the United States who was not featured front and center in “Sicko.” Not only do I have a well-paying job, I also have health insurance through my job. I even have dental insurance, though all it covers is the cost of a cleaning or two, and since I hate the dentist I rarely take full advantage of it.

Under my health insurance plan with Oxford Health care, I’m allowed to choose my primary care physician and I have only a $15 co-pay each time I see her. My plan covers only 30 mental health visits each year (apparently patients are only allowed to be suicidal or clinically depressed for 7 months out of the year and then they have to get over it), but the co-pay is significantly more than for my primary care physician. It costs me $40 each time I see my therapist. It’s worth it to me because I’m worth it, but the cost does not escape my notice.

My prescriptions cost me between $10 and $20 under the plan. Thankfully, Ambien is covered. I’m not sure what I would do without my Ambien, but I’m sure life – not to mention me – would not be as pretty. Gardasil, the vaccine against the most common forms of HPV – the sexually transmitted disease that causes cervical cancer – and a drug which Texas made mandatory for girls younger than me – is not covered. However, since I actually care about my reproductive system and because I believe in preventative health care, unlike my insurance company, I paid over $600 out of my own pocket to get myself the vaccine. To my knowledge, I don’t have cervical cancer or HPV, and I’m planning to have other sexual partners in the future, so – with the exception of the rather large $600 fee – getting vaccinated was a no-brainer. My plan also does not cover other vaccinations, but because I didn’t want to contract Malaria, Typhus, or Hepatitis C when I went to India a few months ago I paid approximately $350 for the pills and shots necessary to protect me during my travels.

Getting back to that bit about having a well-paying job. I would wager that a large section of the American female population does not have $600 lying around to spend on an HPV vaccination, not too mention sleeping pills, travel vaccinations, or for that matter trips to India. Until 3 years ago when I started working as a lawyer, I most didn’t either. I also didn’t have enough money for health insurance. Shhhh, don’t tell my parents. It makes me shiver now to think back on all the potential catastrophes that could have befallen me during my uninsured periods of time, the most recent of which was – gasp – three months ago while I was in between jobs, traveling to foreign countries, flying on airplanes, and braving the traffic of New York on a daily basis. A poor decision, no doubt, but I simply could not stomach the idea of paying $800 to continue my plan in between jobs. It was too outrageous.

Aside from the prescriptions that aren’t covered, relatively high mental health costs, and the hazards of limbo-ing in between jobs, for the most part I’ve been lucky, covered, and had little to complain about with respect to my own health insurance. But, as “Sicko” makes clear, many in America are not so lucky as me. Of course I knew that before I watched the movie. It was not news to me that there are many people in America who don’t have insurance, that managed care leaves many dissatisfied, that there’s far too little emphasis on preventative care, that the poor suffer the most, and that insurance companies will go to great lengths to deny coverage. I have siblings and friends who’s jobs do not provide benefits, and as a lawyer I’ve worked on insurance cases in the past (and I’ve hated them).

There were a number of things from the film that were new to me though, including:

1) Universal Health care Exists! It’s not impossible. France, England, Canada, and Cuba provide FREE universal health care to everyone, even to non-citizen Americans. It’s been 24 hours since I learned this, and I’m still astounded by the implications. I guess a part of me was dimly aware of the fact that other countries provided universal health care, but at least in our country the idea has been painted as a feat too impossible to even imagine. Over and over again we’re told that the health care system is rife with problems, that the provision of free care would cost an exorbitant sum, and that privatization is our only hope. Not surprising for a country that views Socialism as anathema.

But, here’s a thought: Instead of allowing the CEOs of insurance companies to become billionaires, and instead of allowing insurance companies to employ 4X as many lobbyists as there are congresspeople, why don’t we just take that money from the insurance companies and give it to the people who are actually providing the medical care, the doctors? Putting aside the perhaps overly rosy pictures of other nations’ health care systems, “Sicko” made me stop and really start thinking about the health care system in which I’m participating. Under our current system, patients aren’t winning, and neither are the doctors. The ones making out like bandits are the insurance companies, and that’s just wrong. It’s also inefficient and misguided.

* Excuse me, I had to go chug some NyQuil. I’m back now. *

2) Rescue Workers From 911 Are Not Receiving Medical Care. I don’t know anything about this other than what I saw in the film, but to the extent it’s true it is an absolute disgrace. I was not in New York the day the Twin Towers were attacked, but I watched the coverage around the clock of the rescue workers’ efforts to locate survivors. I did what I could from far away; I sent money and I donated blood. I cried when I read the stories of the fire fighters and police officers who lost their lives trying to save the lives of others.

The rescue workers who came to the aid of their fellow human beings on 911 were and are still genuine heroes. They’re heroes because they saw a need and they jumped in to offer whatever assistance they could despite the terrifying and devastating circumstances. In doing so, they put themselves in grave immediate and future danger, and now, apparently, many are suffering from respiratory and other illnesses that they contracted as a result of the work they did on 911. Worse than that though, is that apparently they are not receiving the medical care that they need for the medical problems they contracted as a result of 911. I find this so shocking and sad that I can’t even comprehend it.

I guess really it’s no worse than not taking care of the poor and disadvantaged in our society. But, in a sick way I can almost understand how our society can turn a blind eye to the poor (not that it’s right, mind you). But, the idea that our society would also turn a blind eye to those that it has labeled as “heroes”? If that’s the type of society we have, that treats both its poor and its heroes with so little regard, it’s not a society that I can be proud of. Instead, I feel ashamed.

3) Guantanamo Provides Free Universal Health care to It’s Detainees: I suppose I’m glad that Guantanamo provides health care to its detainees. That’s one positive thing I’ve heard about Guantanamo. However, in quintessential Michael Moore flair, he demonstrated how absurd it is that 911 rescue workers are receiving worse medical care than alleged members of Al-Qaeda.

Now, I understand that this comparison was made for dramatic effect, but I have to say, it worked. This does not lead me to conclude, however, that we should take the health care away from the suspected terrorists at Guantanamo (many of whom are innocent, but that’s the subject of another post). Rather, it leads me to conclude that if we see fit to provide our alleged enemies with health care, shouldn’t we see fit to provide all members of our society with at least the same level of care?

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There are more things that I learned from Sicko, but my glands are feeling swollen and sore, my head is feeling swimmy, and the NyQuil is beginning to kick in. I have to go to bed. If you haven’t seen the film, go see it and let me know what you think.

What about you? What do you think about our health care system?