Posts Tagged: health care
Irony When You Least Expect It
I’m a gal who loves irony. My readers know I don’t skimp on it in my perspective. There is often a hefty helping of it in much of what I write. Sometimes irony just stares you in the face when
Irony When You Least Expect It
I’m a gal who loves irony. My readers know I don’t skimp on it in my perspective. There is often a hefty helping of it in much of what I write. Sometimes irony just stares you in the face when
Maternity in the Age of Mad Men
Like today, a mid-century gal’s maternity cares were best placed in the hands of knowledgeable men. When it came to birthin’ babies, a testosterone driven doctor and his pharmaceutical pals knew best. In the cold war world of convenience, the
Maternity in the Age of Mad Men
Like today, a mid-century gal’s maternity cares were best placed in the hands of knowledgeable men. When it came to birthin’ babies, a testosterone driven doctor and his pharmaceutical pals knew best. In the cold war world of convenience, the
Women Take a Back Seat Again
In the retro world of Republicans, women still take a back seat when it comes to controlling their own bodies and their health, and as in this 1934 car advertisement, without any safety precautions it’s a dangerous ride indeed.
Women Take a Back Seat Again
In the retro world of Republicans, women still take a back seat when it comes to controlling their own bodies and their health, and as in this 1934 car advertisement, without any safety precautions it’s a dangerous ride indeed.
Pools, Polio and a Mid-Century Miracle
Against the carefree fun of a 1960 summer lingered not-so-old fears of Polio. I would have been very happy spending all day in the turquoise tiled pool at my grandmothers suburban beach club splashing about till all my digits puckered.
Pools, Polio and a Mid-Century Miracle
Against the carefree fun of a 1960 summer lingered not-so-old fears of Polio. I would have been very happy spending all day in the turquoise tiled pool at my grandmothers suburban beach club splashing about till all my digits puckered.
Envisioning The American Dream 