Other than when you are sick and need to sip ginger ale through a straw or when you are vain (and don't know that the natural color of teeth is NOT white) and don't want to coffee stain your teeth (what is a toothbrush for, though?) there is NO reason to use a straw and double NO reason to carelessly toss it on the ground or even in the trash for it to find its way into the environment, which we share with each other, animals, like the sea turtle in the video above, and the earth. For our own wellness and health, we have to, in fact we must start moving towards #zero waste by consuming less landfill fodder wrapped goods, using less plastic, and just being more responsible about our individual and collective carbon footprint.
Did you know? Over 500,000,000 plastic straws are used each day in the United States. In only the past twenty years, people have come to expect plastic straws in every drink, in an example of extreme waste being generated for minimal convenience. These short-lived tools are usually dropped into a garbage can with no further thought, instantly becoming a source of plastic pollution.
Stunningly gorgeous, Marielle Franco could have easily grasped her physical beauty/wellness and lived out her days as a model or in some other occupation that idolizes outward beauty. Undoubtedly her days would have been much longer than the 38 years worth of days her life was afforded as a social justice and wellness advocate and politician.
But, that would have never worked for her and who she was to be.
You see, each of has a life matrix that when optimized allows us to be well, and subsequently healthy. And while we each need every dimension of wellness (occupational, social, intellectual, financial, emotional, environmental, spiritual, and physical) to have some kind of balance in order to be healthy, no two people's matrices (or matrixes) are exactly the same-not even twins. Councillor Franco's matrix , therefore, required that she seek not only her own social wellness, but the social wellness and its equity for the the people most frequently marginalized-LGBT community, favela (poor, shanty towns of Brazil) inhabitants. and blacks/mixed race citizens.
Those that are perceptive enough will realize that the history and present day of Brazil and the United States have served to create an almost identical caste-like system that metes out access to health and ability to create wellness according to a complex mixture of race and class.
But Marielle Franco, herself a child of Brazil's deep-rooted discrimination, violence, and fractionated communities, navigated her way to her own wellness, health and power.
Franco was a rarity in Brazilian politics: a powerful black woman.
And a powerful woman is someone and something that many, sometimes, even other women, struggle with.
The day before her (Franco's) death, she mourned the loss of Matheus Melo, a young black favela resident who was shot while coming out of a church with his girlfriend, just the latest victim of the multifront conflict among drug traffickers, militias and police in Rio state that has left casualties on all sides. “How many more people need to die before this war ends?” Franco tweeted.
The next day Marcella Franco was assassinated .
Her killers have not been caught. But the federal prosecutor’s office in Rio says that the evidence, including the highly professional killing, points to a hit by corrupt police officers.
It's unlikely that Marielle's killers will ever be found or that they will confess. But truthfully, even if they were to confess or be found, it's really the (political) environment that refuses to tolerate an outspoken woman of color representing the rights of all people, that stole the life force of
Marielle Franco, July 27, 1979-March 14, 2018
How many more MARIELLE FRANCOs, how many more PEOPLE need to die before this war ends?
We only dispense wellness because wellness is the key to health, and health opens the door to life.
#mariellepresente #sayhername #hojeesempre #socialwellness #health #life
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The automotive marketing research firm also found that Chinese students who bought new cars spent an average of almost $53,000, with 32 percent paying cash, the magazine reported. The group of American students surveyed spent an average of $19,000 on a new car, with fewer than 5 percent paying cash.
2015 article describes a "wealthy 2nd generation" culture at Penn State University (PA) that has grown out of China’s recent rising affluence, where many of the Penn State Chinese students interviewed for this story said their cars play an important role in their social life and indicated that American students don't care about clothes or cars. A local dealer even goes as far as sponsoring a car show with Audi, Mercedes-Benz, Volvo, Volkswagen and Nissan cars where Chinese students enjoy free sushi, authentic Chinese bubble tea and other food and drinks set up in a buffet while they browse for cars.
It seems China's single-child policy also has played a role in why Chinese students buy cars once they arrive at Penn State as some parents see money as the only way to connect with their children who are studying thousands of miles away.
“I can’t give you love because I’m not around you, so all I can give you is money.”
Rife with many violations of wellness, the story above describes a sort of sprouting elitism rooted in what is described by some parents of the Chinese students as a way to give love. However, this type of "love" actually gives little to no care about the breaches in environmental wellness (increased emissions), financial wellness (excepting the local luxury car dealers, and Penn State University's bursar), social wellness (elitism partitions the community into a caste-like system), physical wellness (chronic diseases and disorders related to the stress of the caste-system, and added emissions from the cars), and emotional wellness (anxiety, depression, anger in those who do not have $50,000 in cash to purchase a luxury vehicle and all of the associated real and perceived "benefits").
And so initially, I thought, well, this is an isolated incidence of sprouting elitism until a a few discussions and the next article later...
"The parking areas at John L. Miller-Great Neck North High School here on Long Island can sometimes resemble a luxury dealership — BMWs, Range Rovers and Mercedes-Benzes.
And these are the students’ cars, not the teachers’."
And reading further, one discovers that the crusty rich NYC suburb, Great Neck, is suffering with making a decision about how to accommodate the increase in need for parking space, as for high school seniors, driving had become a necessity, since many have jobs, internships and other after-school activities.
"The parking challenge is a symptom of a new age of opulence — many families in affluent school districts are far richer than a generation ago and more able and willing to indulge their children."
The school has plans to pave over one of its former athletic fields to create the lot, however, has provoked a backlash from residents who call the $652,000 project too expensive and say it will attract more traffic and deprive the neighborhood of precious green space.
1. Angela Bazon, 18, Mercedes C-300
2. Josh Vilinsky, 17, $62,000 Mercedes Coupe
3. Rachel Ozari, 17, 2018 Jeep Cherokee
Luxury Cars On Campus: Chinese Students At MSU Flock To BMWs, Maseratis, Other High End Autos
Why Teens Shouldn't Be Driving Luxury Cars
Why Your $80,000 Car Doesn't Impress Me Any Longer
Chinese Students Major In Luxury Cars
The sprouts of elitism aren't green.
We absolutely and unequivocally have created this toxic stew of distrust, disregard (for each other) and dysfunction that hangs heavily over our collective due largely (though, perhaps not exclusively) to our inability to live mosaically and because like no other creatures in the Universe (as we know it), we are unable to see our commonalities (which far outnumber our differences.)
Instead we continue to repeat the history and actions of dueling fools-one side blaming the other. As a result 80% of us our locked in battle and skirmishes with each other, while the 20% laugh up their proverbial sleeves, scooping up cash wealth, making rules and calling it legislation that protects them from living in the dregs of poverty and middle class.
When we pull our heads up from the sand, we aren't able to discern that all of the while that we have been attacking each other, like an auto-immune disorder gone wild, and now none of us-that's right zilch, have a healthy environment, nutritional wellness (hardly anything is safe to eat or drink, it seems-Flint, MI water, for example) nor any dimension of wellness (spiritual, occupational, financial, social, physical, intellectual.)
Then as unhealthy individuals and communities, we are subjected to the game of 'health care' in the U.S. to which we have no clue about the ever changing rules. And anybody knows that if you don't know the rules, you cannot play the game and have any expectation of winning.
Add to all of this our constant teaching to never discuss politics and religion.
And guess what we don't have a clue about...?... ... ?
Right. Politics and religion.
The linked article, suggests 4 ways to keep politics from dividing the workplace; but, it's not just politics that divides us, so it will require much more than the suggested ways (though it's a good start) to stop the divide.
It's going to take uniting as people, humans. Unity (in my Queen Latifah voice) and understanding that health is multi-dimensional and that without health, life of quality, isn't even an option.
Too sick (with preventable, chronic diseases), we can barely do anything but die....out.
The U.S. Auto-Immune Disorder is curable; but, we have to acknowledge it first-diagnose it, and try to prevent it in the future, because an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
(Hank Gilman, Fortune Magazine, suggests 1. Creating a culture that can withstand conflict 2. Coming to the rescue 3. Doing no harm 4. Proximity breeds affection)
If you are a pharmacist, and you read this: Millions of Americans Can't Afford Their Prescriptions, and you still refuse to see how YOU are connected to separating Americans from their own health with unaffordable drugs that only suppress diseases (and not prevent them or assess risk of disease proactively) then you are not ready to be part of the long overdue evolution. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are not self-evident, as declared (DOI, 1776) with unaffordable pharmaceuticals. Self-evident isn't so apparent and it's certainly not affordable. When you know better, you must do better.
Hahaha! We all know that it's not the size... ... of the bed that provides the comfort of rest or the exhilaration of good sex. Be it California King or Twin, a firm (but not too hard) mattress, with sheets perfectly blended for softness and durability, and a light lavender mist, and shazamm bada diggity-resting or sexing, is a cinch.
Imagine though, like Dru Hill's lead vocalist, Mark "Sisqó" Andrews, had to do, in the 1996 #1 platinum-selling R&B single, In My Bed, that your lover cheats on you with your close friends. You don't want to believe it, and your lover denies that there's any truth to the rumors you've been hearing everywhere; but you don't want to be a fool.
"I don't want to walk around knowin' I was your fool...
I just can't lose my cool
My friends keep telling me about the things that's going on babe"
But, sometimes, perhaps even frequently, trusting your intuition, feeling your gut, even in the absence of a visit to the Jerry Springer Show or clandestine Cheaters analysis, you just know...
Somebody's sleeping in my bed my bed baby...
I come home early expecting your warm embrace
But something is wrong 'cause its written all over your face"
Those of you that know or remember the song will recall that Sisqó's gut was correct. The gut wrenching blow, the ultimate slap in the face, was delivered at the song's conclusion, when Sisqó walks into the room with a bouquet of flowers, ready to say "sorry babe, let's do this thing, let's get it right" or similar and finds his girlfriend in bed with another---woman.
And it's actually no different when we realize and admit that the unspoken relationship between provider, payor, and policymaker has pushed the patient (the most important but least regarded stakeholder) right out of their own bed.
The countless times that I had patients ask me, "Efua, (a) would you take this medication?" or "(b) how do I treat this disease?" or "(c) can I ever get off of this stuff?" I was also in the patient's bed, though complicitly.
First, let me apologize. I was doing what I was trained to do-suppressing disease and "managing" diseases that should have been prevented-what I was taught-but I know better now, and so I do better, and will continue to do such. Now, there's a pharmacist, a pharmacist with integrity, in the house. Come back to bed. Please.
(a) No (b) Together, we must figure out what caused the disease. Prevention is the only cure. Treatment or management rarely eradicates the problem (c) While difficult, it's definitely possible; but, not starting in the 1st place gives you a much better chance of wellness, health. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
Ah h*ll yes, that is my jahjam-Finesse. After all what's not to like about the diminutive (5'5") poppin' fresh sound of Peter Gene Hernandez's (stage name Bruno Mars) R & B and New Jack Swing style?
But now hold up, wait a minute. What's really being said here? Dripping in finesse? See, it's one thing to get your swerve on, so to speak, feeling dapper 'cause you're proud and know that you are attracting attention. I encourage this. That kind of glow, if only for a few moments, is therapeutic. We all could benefit from therapy, medicine that has no side effects, no known toxicities!
However, in perhaps a pernicious way, it's possible to overdo(se) on dripping in finesse by forgetting humility, and the dangers of excess.
Earlier this evening I needed a therapy session (driving with camera and no particular destination in mind all-ways provides a comfort and relief that no antidepressant (tricyclic, SSRI, or atypical) could ever provide!) And as it would be, I wound up at an outlet shopping center in Lancaster (PA), not far from my home of over 20 years ago. I was prepared for a dose of warm lights and cool displays that a vibrant shopping center gives. But at 6:30 PM, I was alarmed to find a total of only 2 cars in the massive parking lot. What the farfegnugen is going on, I thought...?
The winter hours edict is a clear indication that sales are down. Just a few years ago when I lived in the area, there was a vibrancy that clearly is no longer present. What happened? Did expansion supersede the actual growth or did this type of shopping start trending downward? Perhaps there was a dripping in finesse that got out of hand to only later crash and burn?
Although shopping isn't an option right now, I just wanted to hang out and capture the rhythm of the night. But, instead I had to consider returning back to my current ground zero to perhaps catch the evening news where I could have confirmed the current administration's quest to break SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) into government selected and determined "Harvest Box" rations. For a moment, though, I was fully expecting the hit-lerds on 1600 to cut their own excesses first-in a sort of united effort to cut costs. I mean are people already marginalized by poverty and racism, now supposed to sustain another blow meted out by the very ones that created the inequity in the first place?
See, that's just the thing. Until we are able to make connections (hint: everything is connected to something else) that allow us to anticipate how the (current) administration will try to further marginalize the already marginalized, the majority of us will always be chasing a long branch by its dying leaves. Preaching and telling folks what to do is not my style, so, you will rarely-if ever, hear or read of me saying, you must do this or that. My role, rather, is to pump up your abilities to think for yourselves and be able to connect information... that's where wellness and health reside.
However, I will write this-be careful drippin' in all that finesse, because somebody's going to have to mop that up when it oozes out onto the floor. Imagine falling down in finesse! In my Tamar Braxton voice-Getcha life.
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