Few things rile me up more than dudes trying to name a cluster of cells — my cells — something other than a cluster of cells. The arrogance. The plunder. The White-dudedness of it all.
These DBs look like a police lineup from the flaccid new Tarantino crime movie, Lemme Tell You What To Do With Your LadyBody, Which Serves Exclusively as a Crucible of Life.
Today I figured out how to track their godforsaken legislation, “HB 586: The Sanctity of Life Bill.”
My colleague was walking me through the practice of respect as something I should seek to extend to all humans, regardless of their egregious beliefs, but this crew really makes me feel like throwing a big clump of my cells in their faces. (And worse.)
Track yourself some stupid bills at Congress.gov. But also: don’t forget to call. And write. And call . . .