Don’t hold your breath on that one. There are consorted efforts in the UK to punish / reward patients for life style choices e.g.
http://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2012/11/make-people-with-lifestyle-related-illnesses-pay-for-their-drugs-says-tory-mp/
In that case, I guess you’re just going to have to make it a thing. Selbst its die Frau as the Germans say.
that’s how I sabotage the crowdfunding efforts of everyone!
Have you considered getting into politics?
that was quick–even for a Frau.
EDIT to avoid misunderstanding meaning women are double quick to start with…
It’s a long story with many layers… But apparently originates from 20s advertising. Along the lines of Rosie the Riveter
Maybe articles like the one below are actually wink wink articles on how to organize hamster fights in the same sense as the old story of grape juice vendors during Prohibition warning buyers not to add yeast as that might cause the juice to ferment.
Ah! I see! It’s a secret underground movement!!!
Cass Susstein has written a number of articles and books on conspiracy theories including this one, and how to disrupt the “false and harmful” subset of these conspiracy theories. Naturally, all those inclined to take solace in such conspiracy theories have taken offense, and branded him as “totalitarian.”
Perhaps it’s a natural side effect of graphomania-- Susstein writes on a extremely wide variety of topics.
Does anybody have access to the paper that Susstein was commenting on?
Get in touch with Michael Vick, he’s probably looking for a new hobby.
Wasn’t he a Falcon?
He’s been both a Falcon and an Eagle, which means he’s already a natural enemy of hamsters.
Ah! But I think he played for the Falcons when he was arrested for running a dog fighting ring. It was a while ago now.
Don’t tell our senators.
Move to a state with legal weed?
When my dad died, in Wyoming, he had $5,000 cash in his pocket. The deputy sheriff asked me why he had “so much cash on him.” I just kind of stared at him and said “How the fuck am I supposed to know? He’s dead.” but my dad always carried cash and would take cashier’s checks back and forth between banks to move money because he didn’t like the government having access to where his money was going.
I’m not about to read the Spectator blogs because pouring bleach into the computer afterwards is such a nuisance, but socialised health systems generally appreciate that it’s in everybody’s interest to deal with any communicable diseases. I suspect that by “lifestyle” diseases they mean things like morbidly obese people needing hip replacements and alcoholics wanting liver transplants.
I think there is a growing problem of people thinking that they can live very unhealthy lifestyles and somehow the medical profession will sort it out, but there is enough of that kind of thing among poor people in the US and Mexico to show it is a social problem not strictly a medical one. Good luck with getting the Spectator and the sort of people who write for it to adopt that point of view, because the Spectator is dedicated to Thatcherism, especially “There is no such thing as society”. For a magazine that was once (pre-Thatcher) worth reading, it has fallen a long way.
Don’t forget the decades of underfunding mental health treatment in the NHS. I expect that a fair number of people with “lifestyle diseases” are self medicating because actually seeing a psychiatrist is near impossible. I have been waiting eleven years to continue the treatment I was getting before I moved to Oxford.
I know, right? I’m from a state with legal weed, and here I am in some benighted, backward-ass shithole that doesn’t (NY) because I’ve got a cool job here.