If your vagina is a flower, my penis is Mount Etna

The potential for sexual maturity among men and women can be understood by how each gender perceives their own genitalia. Famously, The Vagina Monologues relates each monologue to the vagina in some fashion. A recurring theme throughout the piece is the vagina as a tool of female empowerment, and the ultimate embodiment of individuality. Most pull in social and political issues working as a platform for female expression.

On the other hand, the most notable expression men are able to muster is the performance show known as the Puppetry of the cheap cialis which can be summarized as a theatrical contortion of the male cheap cialis, scrotum and testicles into various positions.

Where the The Vagina Monologues tie in social concerns and female norms personified through the vagina, Puppetry of the Penis involves making your schvantz look like a giraffe.

Each demonstrates a clear difference between what men and women want sexually. Women are concerned with meaning, significance and an expression of their hopes and dreams. Men want to be pleased on a purely superficial level, quick with low time and emotional investment. You relate your vagina to breaking the glass ceiling in corporate America; I make my penis looks like a bat.

Another One Bites the Dust: MVNHS© Style

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Just a few weeks since the last (successful) attempt to lower healthcare costs by literally killing off beneficiaries, the Much Vaunted National Health System© adds another notch to its belt:

"A Grandmother whose free NHS treatment was withdrawn because she paid privately for anti-cancer drugs has died."

Turns out, under the "free" MVNHS©, you're not allowed to pay for treatment that would actually help prolong your own life (astute IB readers may recall a similar proposal aimed at us). Poor Linda O'Boyle suffered from colon cancer, and was being treated by the MVNHS© for it (it's worth noting, by the way, that Britain has among the lowest survival rates for cancer). In the event, Mrs O'Boyle was less than sanguine about that "free" treatment [ed: you get what you pay for?] and sought out an alternative treatment regimen, which included the drug cetuximab. On the one hand, the med promised to extend her life. On the other, the MVNHS© punished her by withdrawing its "free" support, and charging her for her regular treatments.

There goes the nest egg.

Ms O'Boyle has earned her place in history, though, as "the first person to die after being denied free care [by the MVNHS©] because of 'co-payment', where a patient tops up treatment by paying privately for extra drugs."

Ooops.

According to her widower, Brian, the O'Boyles were more than willing to pay for the cetuximab, but the added burden of paying for the "regular" treatments was too much. One irony is that, had she lived in Scotland, there would have been no problem.

Gee, why can't we have such a great system here?