Rebekah Kuschmider

If you’re like me, you’ve probably been getting annual pelvic exams since you were a teenager. You did this because conventional wisdom told you that you needed a Pap smear and a physical exam to keep your vagina and uterus up and running. Also, your doctor probably held your birth control prescription hostage every year until you came in to get checked out.

While women comprise half of the HIV-positive population in the United States, they are less than 20% of the subject in anti-retroviral drug studies.

Looking at the sun with unprotected eyes leaves the eyes vulnerable to damage. You can cause damage in as little as 90 seconds. 90 NON-CONSECUTIVE seconds.

Oklahoma is NOT OK. At least, not for people who want full reproductive autonomy.

Since November 8, Bannon has only grown in stature, now looming over the American political landscape like some sort of Godzilla-sized Pepe the Frog meme.

There’s been good news on the unintended pregnancy rate lately, what with Guttmacher Institute suggesting that the rise of IUDs is leading to a decline in unintended pregnancies. But the news, it turns out, isn’t all good.

In my travels around the internet today, I happened upon an article about something Mike Rowe, dirty job expert

Today, our journey ‘round the news has us revisiting the notion of health care delivery systems and their costs. We’ll be dealing with the economic principles of demand elasticity and market issues around non-transparent pricing. We’ll also hear a story about a Congressman who let his kid spend a night with an untreated broken arm because the emergency room seemed expensive.

CANCER NEEDS TO KEEP ITS GRUBBY MITTS OFF OF OUR ARTISTIC LEGENDS, DAMMIT.

In the midst of this firestorm was poor Rachael Ray, who has never been linked to JayZ in any way. The only thing she did was have a name similar to Rachel Roy, so she’s feeling the sting. Lemons and bees keep appearing in her comments sections. Hopefully, her signature humor will rule the day and she’ll invent a lemon-honey dessert called Becky Bars to show us she’s not mad.