In a recent article published in Pediatrics, researchers investigated a measles outbreak in Minnesota in 2011. The authors, lead by Pamala Gahr of the Minnesota Department of Health, determined that the outbreak began when an unvaccinated 2-year-old travelled to Kenya, where he contracted the measles virus. (…)
According to the researchers, 21 cases of measles were identified. Of those, 16 individuals were not vaccinated, of whom 9 were age-eligible to be vaccinated with the MMRV (or MMR) vaccine. Of those nine children who were unvaccinated and contracted measles, seven were not vaccinated because of parental safety concerns. Gahr stated that this was consistent with a striking decline in MMR accept ache among Minnesota’s large Somali population. For example, in 2004, over 90% of Somali children in Minnesota were on schedule with the MMR vaccines. By 2010, that rate had dropped to 54%.
I want to reiterate a small point, because it keeps showing up on the zombie tropes of the antivaccination crowd. Sixteen out of the 21 individuals who contract the measles virus were not vaccinated.
VACCINATE YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN
Anonymous asked: Don't you think that having two teenagers kiss in a place as sacred as the Ann Frank house more than just a little bit offensive?
I’ve been getting this question a lot. I can’t speak for the movie, obviously, as I didn’t make it, but as for the book:
The Fault in Our Stars was the first non-documentary feature film to be granted access to the Anne Frank House precisely because the House’s board of directors and curators liked that scene in the novel a great deal. (A spokesperson recently said, “In the book it is a moving and sensitively handled scene.”)
Abraham H. Foxman, national director of the Anti-Defamation League and a Holocaust survivor, had this to say: ”The kissing scene in ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ in the annex of the Anne Frank House is not offensive or against who Anne Frank was. What Anne communicated in her diary was hope. She celebrated life and she celebrated hope.”
Obviously, the Anne Frank House and the ADL do not have a monopoly on Anne’s life or her legacy, but their opinions are important to me.
While I don’t think the Anne Frank House gets to be the ultimate authority on Anne Frank’s legacy, it’s nice to hear that they (and the ADL!) support the scene with the kiss.
Personally, I’m not offended by the kiss. It’s two (dying) kids being in love. To me, that’s a huge part of what the Anne Frank House symbolizes. It’s about hope, it’s about love, it’s about that awkward teenage sexual tension that is never not awkward.
That said, I’m an agnostic, white, American chick, so I am far from an authority on what is and is not offensive in regards to the Holocaust; and I think the kiss could be changed so it was not inside the Anne Frank House and TFiOS would still be TFiOS.
A huge part of my personal nursing theory is the duty to care for patients you don’t like.
It’s easy to care for sweet old ladies and bubbly little babies and friendly neighbors and worshipfully thankful, perfectly compliant patients. Of course everyone wants to care for them. But then there are… other types of patients. I’ve had patients ranging from “kind of annoying” to “literally a murderer” on the ambulance and in the ER. And I’ve cared for them all.
I don’t hold myself to the standard of liking every patient. That’s not possible or necessary. But I do hold myself to giving care.
Literally a murderer, and need a glass of water or an update on your plan of care or a PRN medication? I’ll give it to you. Not because you deserve it but because there is no “deserve” it. Some human rights don’t have to be earned—at all—and I believe healthcare is one of them.
Literally a murderer? I don’t care who you are. I’m a nurse.
alexjometric asked: Come on, dude, really? The tweet about not having to read misogynistic gender dynamics into your stories? What about "books are for their readers"? Does that only apply when there ISN'T a large amount of readers saying something about your novels that you don't agree with ? I love your works, but not how defensive and pretentious you get about their problematic characteristics.
The tweets in question were not about my books. They were about Twilight. (I soon thereafter clarified the comments in a blog post. The tl;dr here is that I feel women writers receive much more vitriolic criticism on average than male writers, and that I’d like to see the problematic gender dynamics in works by male writers explored more in critical discourse.)
Recently, a screencap of two of the tweets has circulated on tumblr with people saying that I was commenting on my own books. I was not. I don’t know how this confusion arose, except that it’s very hard to source things in a world with so much information.
shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Oh god I was that person the creepy guy cornered in the museum, except I wasn’t a volunteer, I was a tour guide. He followed me around to every room of the castle, and when I went to relieve a coworker from gift-shop duty he followed me up there and stood in the shop flirting awkwardly forEVER. He stuck around until after closing, when someone (not me) finally kicked him out. I happened to be working a wedding that day, and when I went outside to set up the drawbridge he was there. Waiting. An hour after close. He tried to talk to me and I think I said something like, “this is a private event, bye!” and ran inside and made someone else do all the outdoor tasks.
He came back the next day.