As satisfying as a trip to Wal-Mart, but with less substance.
We can do better.
Via Feministing, an anonymous reader, who happens to be a pharmacist at an unidentified Wal-Mart, brings up a behind-the-pharmacy-counter horror story.
Here’s a bit of background: We have a male pharmacist who works at our store and he is a fundamentalist, Conservative (yes, with a capital ‘C’) Christian. We have 2 female pharmacists and our former manager was male. All of the pharmacy techs at our store are women, ranging in age from 25 to 45, most married/divorced with children.
When Plan B went over the counter a couple of years ago, the Conservative pharmacist brought in a couple of things he had found on ‘pro-life’ websites that said Plan B was an abortifacient. He had talked to our manager at the time about his feelings on the matter and the fact that he didn’t want to dispense Plan B, citing his religious beliefs.
Okay, you say, we’ve heard this story. Guy’s a fruitcake zealot. One at every pharmacy, right? Is he the only person behind the counter? Why, as a matter of fact, he is not. None of the other pharmacy employees, all women, had a problem with dispensing Plan B.
And neither did the store manager.
And as some of you may already know, Wal-Mart has an official policy for this situation:
Wal-Mart’s official policy, however, is that even if no one in the pharmacy wants to sell Plan B, we have to have it stocked on the shelf.
So, what’s the problem? Emphasis below, mine.
The manager did not have a problem selling it, but he thought that the best thing to do would be to not stock it at all, that way the Conservative pharmacist wouldn’t be put in a situation where he felt compromised.
The women in the pharmacy, despite our political and/or religious beliefs, all agreed that we had no problem selling it, if for no other reason than the fact that there may be a girl or woman who needs Plan B because she has been raped. But this one particular pharmacist has blocked it. We are not allowed to order it, and if some does come in our order from the warehouse, he immediately arranges for it to be sent back to the warehouse. If someone calls asking for Plan B, we’re supposed to say that we’ve run out of stock. I‘m ashamed to admit that I have told people this, but I do always refer them to one of the many other pharmacies in town (there are literally about 30 others, ranging from small independents to large chains, some that are open 24-hours) that definitely carry it. We had a woman bring in a prescription for her 16-year-old daughter for Plan B, and we had to tell her to go to another pharmacy.
I also wanted to say that it’s not just Plan B that pharmacists will refuse to fill/dispense. There have been 2 specific occasions that I can recall where women have brought in prescriptions for Cytotec (misoprostol) and a pain pill, which is often used when women have had a miscarriage to pass any tissue that may be left. This pharmacist immediately began to question the doctor’s prescription and whether it was being used to cause an abortion.
As truly odious as that last bit is, I still think the real villain in this piece is the manager. Guy violates a company-wide policy, changes the supply situation, instructs employees to lie, and refuses a vital service to deserving customers.
All this to accommodate one pharmacist w/ a personal religious issue.
Oh, and, in the why-am-I-not-surprised department,
This pharmacist apparently has NO problem dispensing birth control or Viagra/Cialis/Levitra, however.
No way am I going to embed a John Cornyn video here, so you’ll have to visit Pink Lady to see just how ludicrous his new ad is.
The condensed version (with apologies to Gary Larson): I’m a cowboy! Howdy! Howdy! Howdy!
This is what happens when a chickenhawk Republican who’s never been in harm’s way has to scramble to defend his seat against a Democrat with 23 years in the military, including a tour in Afghanistan, in addition to a decade of public service in state government.
Tell Box Turtle Cornyn that we don’t need anymore fake cowboys in Washington, folks.
Support Rick Noriega for U. S. Senate. Help elect a man who doesn’t have to pretend to be something he’s not.
UPDATED: Cornyn claims it was a just a joke…you know, funny.. ha ha.
At the National Conference for Media Reform 2008, a producer for FOX’s The O’Reilly Factor, Porter Barry, ambushes PBS’s Bill Moyers and peppers him with questions regarding his political affiliations and his “refusal” to appear on O’Reilly’s show. Moyers disputes FOX’s “facts” for the record and asks to interview someone at The O’Reilly Factor about Rupert Murdoch and the show’s coverage during the run-up to the invasion of Iraq. The journalist crowd then reacts, chasing down Barry and intentionally giving him a dose of FOX-style bullying reportage.
Okay, the upfront outrageousness is the idea that O’Reilly and his “producers” can even imagine that they themselves, and what they create, are in the same sphere as Bill Moyers and his body of work. Of course, no one knows if they really think that though, so we are left instead with the facts as captured on video:
1) O’Reilly’s “producer” staging a “gotcha” ambush on Moyers at what they refer to as a “leftist” media event.
2) Their complete lack of contingency planning for the fact that Moyers’ journalism-fu is indeed strong; further, deliciously, that Faux News producers have no defenses upon finding themselves on the receiving end after Moyers turns their attack around.
“I’m sorry I touched your jacket…” Hee!
Isn’t Mike Huckabee supposed to be some kind of big pious Christian? What part of the Bible says it’s okay for a politician to joke about the assassination of another politician?
I wonder what kind of “no harm, no foul” bullshit excuse/explanation/apology is going to be given for this?
During a speech before the National Rifle Association convention Friday afternoon in Louisville, Kentucky, former Republican presidential candidate Mike Huckabee – who has endorsed presumptive GOP nominee John McCain – joked that an unexpected offstage noise was Democrat Barack Obama looking to avoid a gunman.
“That was Barack Obama, he just tripped off a chair, he’s getting ready to speak,” said the former Arkansas governor, to audience laughter. “Somebody aimed a gun at him and he dove for the floor.”
Yesterday’s gaggle, via the obsessed one:
(this is Helen Thomas asking the questions, bless her)
Q Me? How does the President intend to commemorate “Mission Accomplished” after five years of death and destruction?
MS. PERINO: What you’re referring to is the banner that ran — that was aboard the ship five years ago. President Bush —
Q I’m talking about the anniversary tomorrow.
MS. PERINO: Yes, I get — no, I understand. That’s the anniversary of when that banner flew on that ship. President Bush is well aware that the banner should have been much more specific and said “mission accomplished for these sailors who are on this ship on their mission.” And we have certainly paid a price for not being more specific on that banner. And I recognize that the media is going to play this up again tomorrow, as they do every single year
This is Dana last year. You gotta hand it to her, she’s a scrappy little shill.
Hey, ladies! You … yes, you gay ladies! Stop that usurping right now! Now!
(Athens) A Greek court has been asked to draw the line between the natives of the Aegean Sea island of Lesbos and the world’s gay women.
Three islanders from Lesbos – home of the ancient poet Sappho, who praised love between women – have taken a gay rights group to court for using the word lesbian in its name.
One of the plaintiffs said Wednesday that the name of the association, Homosexual and Lesbian Community of Greece, “insults the identity” of the people of Lesbos, who are also known as Lesbians.
“My sister can’t say she is a Lesbian,” said Dimitris Lambrou. “Our geographical designation has been usurped by certain ladies who have no connection whatsoever with Lesbos,” he said.
Also called Mytilene, after its capital, Lesbos is famed as the birthplace of Sappho. The island is a favored holiday destination for gay women, particularly the lyric poet’s reputed home town of Eressos.
“This is not an aggressive act against gay women,” Lambrou said. “Let them visit Lesbos and get married and whatever they like. We just want (the group) to remove the word lesbian from their title.”
The Lesbosian dialect is a bit tricky. Allow me to translate:
“Your dyke dollars are all good, please keep those coming, but this one group — one of thousands of groups all over the planet to use the word “lesbian” — has to change its name so no one thinks my sister is a goddamned muff diver.”
Good luck with that…
Sappho, oil painting by Charles-Auguste Mengin (1877)