

Looks like I picked the wrong week to pitch a tent down at my local urban "occupy protest." Because according to a slew of new studies from America, Britain and Spain, I'd be well-advised to get the hell out of Cowtown and see if I can finagle one more road trip outta my '79 Dodge Ram and take up residence outside Hartsburg, Missouri, in the proverbial van down by the river.According to the new studies, "urban living carries a significantly increased risk of chronic health disorders, such as [1] mental illness [well, yeah], [2] immune diseases [what are those, and does gout count?] , [3] arthritis [does that account for an incessant shaking of the hands?] , [4] heart disease [one too many White Castles] , [5] cancer [see above], and [6] fertility problems [how the hell would I know?]." So, if I can verifiably scratch two, maybe three, calamities from that checklist, can I just call load of bunk on these studies?
Plus, the terms "mental illness" runs a pretty wide gamut. What the hell precisely are they speaking of? Well, the British study first reports that men in cities have a higher "incidence of schizophrenia." On that front, let's see: Regular life. Internet character. Nope, no schizophrenia here. Oh, hello schizophrenia.
Regardless, the same study also points to a higher occurrence in city dwellers of such mental disorders as "panic attacks, extreme phobias and obsessive-compulsiveness." Here again for me, we're talking a truly mixed bag: I have no such attacks except when I become panicked, have no such phobias except when I'm forced to leave the first floor, and have no such obsessiveness except when a breast or ass foists itself into my daily dalliances.
All of those things are beyond my control, of course. And although the studies also reference increased eating disorders amongst urban acolytes, I'm like Tony Montana over here: I never overeat, even when I pig out.Meantime the new studies blame many culprits, such as a more frantic pace of life, for the tougher toll taken by city life. One further culprit is described as "heaving High Street shops." And while I've no clue what that means, I have been known to heave behind a Westport Road "shop" or two. But never in daylight, and never that I can remember for sure.
Finally, the linked story actually twice poses the question of whether cities should now come equipped with health warning labels, like some sort of drug or dangerous piece of machinery. I say go for it: Tack up a warning sign on every corner, lamppost and building in town. That would be sure to create some new shovel-ready government jobs and also give the garbage men something to clean up in case the occupiers ever go away.

Postscript: NO, that is NOT me in the pic at the top. I have brown eyes for chrissakes!
ReplyDeleteAnd that's not me in the 2nd pic! I don't have any tattoos =)
ReplyDeleteAnd I prefer having several small cheeseburgers to one huge one.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Willow, you pretty much have an ass that looks like Kirsten Baker in Part 2, no? You should blast that baby out there on the Net a bit more. You could even keep it as anonymous as a Willow -- no view above the ass, and all!
ReplyDeleteOh, don't I wish I had an ass like Kirsten?! Maybe I will blast it out there, ya never know =)
ReplyDeleteHow she was never cast in another picture after Friday the 13th Part II, I'll never know.
ReplyDeleteShe was typecast....happens all the time =)
ReplyDeleteAfter playing stupid hot girl who gets hacked up by a movie maniac, you'd be surprised how many actresses never find work again.
ReplyDeleteJamie Lee Curtis survived the slasher genre and made a name for herself, but I can't think of any others right off the top of my head....
ReplyDeleteShe had a pretty sizable rack. That might've had something to do with it.
ReplyDeleteAnd they are real too! Kinda unheard of in today's movie star market....
ReplyDeleteI did not know that. Always thought she'd augmented some. Not that it really matters that much to me one way or the other.
ReplyDeleteShe may have had something done since then, but they were real in that movie. I know, I'm an expert! ha!
ReplyDeleteIt seems like there are varying degrees of fake cans. Some are immediately obvious, others not so obvious. I vaguely recall some movie when she took her top off. It might have been that movie where Dan Aykroyd (sp) turns into a hobo or the one when some demented bearded guy was trying to whack her out. I can't remember.
ReplyDeleteI think she did go topless in "Trading Places" with Dan Akroyd....maybe that's where I saw them!
ReplyDeleteYeah, that's what I was talking about -- the one where he gets displaced and turns into a bum.
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