It was inevitable.
The “Look at me! I can smoke pot legally!” generation has traded in the toast for the toke.
Instead of “tying the knot,” they are now “trying the pot.” Want the new couple to kiss? Forget about clinking your glass. Just inhale some gas. Tossing the bouquet? What a waste! If the bride is going to toss something that a bunch of single women will pounce on like a tiger on a baby antelope, it might as well be a brick of cheeba.
"Carbonated drinks linked with out-of-hospital cardiac arrest of cardiac origin"
Right away, this looks suspicious.
"Linked with" is a standard junk science term that translates roughly into: "Let's see if I can get some headlines by manipulating people into thinking that there is a nebulous relationship between something stupid, and their health, even though I know damn well that it isn't real."
A man goes into a butcher shop to buy some steak.
Man: "How much is your steak?"
Butcher: "$4.99 a pound."
Man: "That's ridiculous! The butcher across town sells steak for $3.99 a pound!"
Butcher: "Then buy it from him."
Man: "I tried, but he's all out."
Butcher: "Well, when I'm out, I'll sell it for $1.99 per pound!"
Pretty good joke, but even better when it's applied to what's going on now with generic drug prices. That is, assuming you can figure it out.
But, one thing is clear: They are going up, and really fast.
The FDA, following the advice of their advisory panel, voted yesterday to approve Addyi, aka "Female Viagra," or "Pink Viagra." Good move? Bad? Keep reading...
So, I get in a pissy mood once in a while. Before you judge, you try taking the Times Square-Grand Central Station shuttle every day. See what kind of mood you end up in:
Then I read something so infuriatingly stupid in the Huffington Post — which is of questionable value even on a good day — that my already-sour disposition headed even further south.