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Yet another sleepless night... gah, makes me all stiff and zombie like the next day... crud! I stayed up late last night and watched Martin... funny shiznit... heehee. Anywhos, I'm finding as a public health nut, you tend to over analyze everything, like your brain never stops, which can be good because it keeps you on top of your game, but bad because everyone will think your boring and then you have to start talking to yourself, which I'm not sure is very public health like, but I digress. It sucks how they play all them cool and thought provoking PSAs at night, when all the folks that should be seeing them are sleepin'. Like there is this one about strokes that features Sharon Stone... very jarring and poignant. Then there is the breast cancer one with Eartha Kit that gives information that many folks may not be aware of... like by the time you find the lump, the cancer may already have spread, and stress the importance of checking often and seeing a clinician for more info. One of my favorites, since I am in the tobacco world, was the ask your parent to smoke outside one, in which kids talk about how their parents are their heroes and such. Very cool. There are many PSAs that stick out in my mind as a kid... those Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints ones about telling the truth and stressing the importance of apologizing... the Just Say No ones... and on and on. Two that stick out in my head was one for Vietnam Vets about suicide prevention, which shows this man in the dark sitting in a chair talking to a counselor about how he doesn't want to live and how he still kept his gun. I'm pretty sure with the advent of injured soldiers from Iraq (those with physical, mental, and/or emotional injuries), we will see something like this again. A damn shame. Then there was the one about the kid teacher her dad to read. It sucks how as a society, we shame the folks that are trying. I personally know quite a few people that cannot read, and barely function to get by. Hella sad. I remember one time we stopped to buy some fruit from this man and his grandson in a local neighborhood. Both the grandfather and grandson couldn't count or add and my grandmother had to help them figure how much change she was supposed to get back. It sucks how today, we sweep both groups of folks, the ill and the left behind, under the rug.
On the other hand, here is what we see way too much of... anti-depressant commercials... now it's cool to say your on Paxil, or Zoloft. Those dayum labido enhances... viagra and now there is one for the ladies too... I wonder what would happen if you mixed those up? Never mind. And my favorite... the herpe med ones. Since when has it been fun to have herpes? You see this chick going out on cool dates with some hot dude, and how she can live her life with out worrying about her scorching STD. Yay! Yeap, with all this nonsense, no wonder my brain is public health 24/7.