I have a new job, and with that new job comes insurance benefits. This means a) I no longer care about those poor fools with no health coverage* and b) I will never be ill or require health care again. Until I leave** this job and my benefits expire, of course. On that very day I’ll probably be attacked by some disease-infested orangutan in the parking lot of my apartment complex.
In the meantime I’ve been online exploring this whole “health care” thing. The provider of my insurance has a surprisingly handy website on which one can search for doctors to treat their horrific maladies. And I say “horrific” because as I searched for lady-part doctors, I was able to manipulate the search criteria to find this:
That number seems a bit…off.
*Completely kidding here.
**Read: fired.
the sloppy copy 