Well, I promised a friend I would discuss period poops but I’m not sure I’ve got that one in my right now (no pun intended). I can’t recall offhand if I have ever dedicated an episode to the wonders of menstruation, but I can’t believe I haven’t at some point. I know I’ve talked about cramps and mood swings—surely I’ve discussed the effects on the digestive track as well. If not well..it’s going to have to wait.

I haven’t read any news regarding the mess in the middle east at the moment—and not the Iraq mess, but the Israel/Lebanon mess. I, the advocate of awareness and political tectonics, have a distinct aversion to educating myself to what’s going on in the world. And the odd thing is, it isn’t because I don’t care, but rather I find myself caring too much. Every time I think about it I get a feeling of almost physical nausea.

The realist in me says to myself, “Self, buck up. You don’t get to ignore what’s going on because it’s ugly.”

But the soft side of says, “I’ll read the news tomorrow. It can’t possibly be real can it? Surely it’s not as bad as everyone’s making out.”

The problem seems to be that most of the world agrees with the soft side in thinking that it couldn’t possibly be as bad as all that and we should, therefore, go on with our silly lives. So I don’t think the answer is that lives stop in place and we all stand around feeling bad, but what is the answer? How should one behave when the world is falling apart?

I don’t have an answer. I guess I should go read the news, but I really don’t want to.