This Friday I had an appointment with my wax professional.
I like her well enough - she's no Rosa and not even Polly, but hey, I'm in Wisconsin. I'm just happy to find someone who is willing to do a Brazilian wax.
Your relationship with someone who does your wax should be...friendly. I mean, you know. She is staring at your crotch, ripping out hair and you are chatting it up. It's not a time to invite controversy.
Unless you are me.
The comment was tossed off innocently. She is kind of a "everything natural is good" person, and I can live with that to a point. At some point the conversation turned to accepting the decisions of other people as their right and how we should respect those rights when she let the "My sister doesn't vaccinate her kids and people are so judgmental of her decision!" statement slip.
I lay on the table, considering my options. I blinked twice, hard. I considered letting it go. Seriously. I am naked from the waist down. She is one of the only people to offer this service in my immediate area. She is currently smearing very hot wax on my nether regions.
Deep breath. Don't do it, Dawn. Let it go.
Yeah. I can't.
I began to describe the hot zones that surround measles outbreaks, and the consequences of everyone who enters those hot zones for 24 hours Post exposure. I talk about elderly people, pregnant women and babies too young to be immunized. I talk about what happens to them when they catch measles.
I move on to congenital rubella syndrome and what happens to pregnant women who are exposed to rubella. I discuss babies either spontaneously aborted, or born with significant brain damage and - if they survive birth - are often blind and require lifelong care.
I then describe the effects of chicken pox on children who use inhaled steroids for asthma.
I talk about the whooping cough outbreak in our local schools and in the dorms of the university.
I talk about how science has completely debunked any link between autism and vaccines and that, frankly, I feel strongly that children who don't have vaccines shouldn't be allowed in public school because they endanger all of the other people in the school, particularly the children who need herd immunity because of allergies to vaccinations or other factors which mean they can't be vaccinated.
There I am, laying half naked on the table alienating the person who has the hot wax in her hand.
I don't know what it is in my character that simply doesn't allow me to stay silent. It is not always a helpful trait, and often gets me in more trouble than is needed. Yet, there it is.
Can I stay quiet?
No, I can't.
I like her well enough - she's no Rosa and not even Polly, but hey, I'm in Wisconsin. I'm just happy to find someone who is willing to do a Brazilian wax.
Your relationship with someone who does your wax should be...friendly. I mean, you know. She is staring at your crotch, ripping out hair and you are chatting it up. It's not a time to invite controversy.
Unless you are me.
The comment was tossed off innocently. She is kind of a "everything natural is good" person, and I can live with that to a point. At some point the conversation turned to accepting the decisions of other people as their right and how we should respect those rights when she let the "My sister doesn't vaccinate her kids and people are so judgmental of her decision!" statement slip.
I lay on the table, considering my options. I blinked twice, hard. I considered letting it go. Seriously. I am naked from the waist down. She is one of the only people to offer this service in my immediate area. She is currently smearing very hot wax on my nether regions.
Deep breath. Don't do it, Dawn. Let it go.
Yeah. I can't.
I began to describe the hot zones that surround measles outbreaks, and the consequences of everyone who enters those hot zones for 24 hours Post exposure. I talk about elderly people, pregnant women and babies too young to be immunized. I talk about what happens to them when they catch measles.
I move on to congenital rubella syndrome and what happens to pregnant women who are exposed to rubella. I discuss babies either spontaneously aborted, or born with significant brain damage and - if they survive birth - are often blind and require lifelong care.
I then describe the effects of chicken pox on children who use inhaled steroids for asthma.
I talk about the whooping cough outbreak in our local schools and in the dorms of the university.
I talk about how science has completely debunked any link between autism and vaccines and that, frankly, I feel strongly that children who don't have vaccines shouldn't be allowed in public school because they endanger all of the other people in the school, particularly the children who need herd immunity because of allergies to vaccinations or other factors which mean they can't be vaccinated.
There I am, laying half naked on the table alienating the person who has the hot wax in her hand.
I don't know what it is in my character that simply doesn't allow me to stay silent. It is not always a helpful trait, and often gets me in more trouble than is needed. Yet, there it is.
Can I stay quiet?
No, I can't.
1 Baleful Regards:
Good for you. People have to be TOLD. Taking the "everyone is entitled to their own views" approach let's ignorance win. Of course your choice of timing might have been a trifle dicey.... :)
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