By Terri Schlichenmeyer, May 2020 Issue.
You woke up this morning feeling pretty good.
That was quite a relief: in these frightening, uncertain times, every day
of wellness is a bonus — especially when you consider that healthcare for a
gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, or queer patient can be different than
what straight people require. Too bad healthcare providers don’t always know
that. But read Bodies and Barriers, edited by Adrian Shanker, and you’ll
feel more empowered to tell them.
If you were to look for books or articles that address health care issues
for LGBTQ patients, you will likely find an abundance of it. The problem is,
says Shanker, most of it was written by people who are not lesbian, gay,
bisexual, transgender, or queer.
“Every person providing care for humans is providing care for LGBT
humans,” he says, but it’s time that “Our stories about our bodies” be told.
And so here they are.
For the youngest LGBTQ patients, physical and mental healthcare may be
different than for their heterosexual peers, and it’s different than that which
LGBTQ adults may need. Socially, for example, kids struggle with issues that
adults are better-equipped to handle. Parents, as one story indicates, can be
the best allies of all.
Young adults likewise have issues that seem tied to their age and
vulnerability. Homelessness can exacerbate health issues (and vice versa);
teens may suffer from depression, suicidal notions, and bullying. Healthcare
needs may extend to the dangers of “sex in the digital age” and a lack of
maturity. Because of their youth, LGBTQ teens also need help with learning
“social service navigation.”
Habits such as alcohol and other addictions may be of issue to LGBTQ
adults seeking good healthcare, but doctors sometimes don’t know what tests to
ask for. They may be uninformed about caring for someone with bisexual or
same-sex preferences, or who’s transitioned. They may have a “stigma” about HIV
or be unaware of cancers that particularly plague LGBTQ individuals. As a gay,
lesbian, bisexual, or transgender adult, being your own, highly vocal advocate
is key.
One thing is for certain: Bodies and Barriers is timely — not
because Covid-19 treatment is based on sexuality but because other maladies
that may arise are, and
since healthcare is on your mind anyhow, this book is invaluable.
Through a series of variously-authored essays, broken into sections based
on age, editor Adrian Shanker offers a chorus of voices that display a variety
of viewpoints and frustrations that could perhaps ultimately teach healthcare
workers a thing or two. Readers shouldn’t be surprised to note resignation in
these stories, or the occasional bit of anger and outrage, but there are also
plenty of essays that impart a calm but determined tone. It’s in these that an
LGBTQ reader will find comfort, camaraderie, and a way to speak up.
Be forearmed with information and beware. Know how to demand from your
doctor that which you need, and don’t leave without it. Wash your hands, don’t
touch your face, and read Bodies and Barriers. Having this book feels
pretty good.
Here’s mud in your eye.
Salud! Bottoms up! Here’s to the ones we’ve loved and lost. Cheers, and
all those other things you say as you hoist a few with your pals in a pub.
Drink up. To friendship. To love. To health. Actually, here’s to you,
then let’s raise a glass to In Praise of Beer by Charles Bamforth.
It may not be exactly summer yet. It might not be hot outside, or 5
o’clock somewhere, but imagine a glass in front of you, filled with something
“cold, bright, and fizzy ...”
Thirsty yet? So, what do you order?
Says Bamforth, who has worked with the brewing industry for over 40 years,
the answer often “boils down to,” a preference
between craft beer and the big brands. What many beer drinkers don’t understand is
that, increasingly, the big brands own many of those so-called craft beers.
Still, to be a true “craft” brewery, there are rules ...
Another thing beer aficionados don’t generally know is that making beer is
much more complicated than making wine. A brewer must first decide on the grain
he’ll use (“the main location” for growing barley is Idaho) and how to process
it into liquid (Bamforth says dairy cows love “spent grains”). The brewer has
to know about local water sources, hops and yeasts, the kind of packaging and
caps he’ll use (cans are best; brown bottles are a close second), and then he›ll have to
know how to put all this information together.
And that will determine the kind of beer you’ll ultimately get in your
frosty glass, whether it’s a “top fermentation” or a “bottom fermentation”
beer, or something else, like a shandy or dry beer. On that note, Bamforth is
not a fan of odd ingredients in the making of his beer.
Know that it’s essential for you to “pour with vigor.” Please don’t stuff
garbage into an empty bottle. Foam is important, so pay the right kind of
attention to it. Keep in mind that beer can accompany fine dining. And
remember: beer is good – and it’s also “good for you.”
Much like an icy-cold but thoroughly new-to-you brew on a blistering-hot
day, “In Praise of Beer” is a truly refreshing surprise. Reading this book, in
fact, is like sitting in an adult classroom, and the instructor’s brought a
six-pack to share.
Author Charles Bamforth teaches, but his experience also allows him to
entertain with facts that only an insider would know; peeks at brews,
breweries, and beer-drinking overseas; and sneaky humor of the LOL kind, but
not so much that it makes you spit out your beer. This is all packaged in a
skinny book that talks the talk plainly in a way that avoids high-brow nonsense
by treating average beer drinkers like the connoisseurs they are.
In Praise of Beer isn’t going to make you an expert on your favorite drink,
but you’ll learn enough to make you better appreciate what’s in your mug. Get
this book, pull up a seat, and take a sip.
Your hands are raw.
But let’s face it, you’ll do anything to avoid getting sick or carrying
the coronavirus home or to work. Nobody needs to be ailing when it’s almost
spring. From what you can see, nobody needs to be exposed to this virus at
all but
read Virusphere by Frank Ryan because the virus needs you.
Imagine not having to get a flu shot ever again.
Imagine a world without colds, sniffles, raw noses, coughs, it would be magnificent
to the average person, but not to Frank Ryan. He says he knows “that a world
without viruses would not be one in which I would care to live.”
To understand what surely seems like an odd thing to say, we should
understand a few things about a virus — but first, you’re pretty awesome: your
body is made of “roughly 30 to 40 trillion cells,” including microbes that are
necessary for you to live and thrive. That might sound like Virus Heaven, but
the truth is that viruses are picky about who they inhabit. The rhinovirus, for
instance, thrives best in human nasal linings. The polio virus exists
exclusively in humans. Bats are the natural hosts for rabies, on the other
hand, and if a dog or skunk or human gets the rabies virus, then ... oops.
What we must remember, says Ryan, is that viruses don’t target us out of a
sense of anger or righteousness. They have no brains and they “are not evil …
but they are not free to do as they please.” Their only job, if you will, is to
replicate inside their host in order to survive — which is scant comfort when
you’re flat on the sofa.
Maybe this helps — there’s evidence that the presence of some viruses
found in the human body helps boost the immune system. There’s also reason to
think that viruses altered the “genetic landscape ... from its very
beginnings.” And there’s the keen “importance of the viral contribution to the
deep levels of ecological balance ...”
Viruses can be good. We just need to remember to take precautions.
Your body aches, your head throbs, and this book isn’t going to do a darn
thing to fix any of that. Virusphere doesn’t even have a list of tips
for you to use. And yet, if you wonder how in the world this happened, it’s a
book you’ll want.
In scientific terms, author Frank Ryan explains where viruses evolved,
their contagiousness, and how they work. It’s a complex subject that’s broken
into understandable parts, but this is still not a skimmable read that you’ll
finish in an evening. No, it demands that you to pay attention.
No problem: Ryan imparts a certain excitement about those things that
cause misery, which makes this book like a peek into a hospital laboratory, or
a tour of a geneticist’s workspace. Don’t be surprised, therefore, if Virusphere
gives you a teensy bit of respect for viruses, bacteria, and microbes. Don’t
hesitate to put this book in your hands.
Just be sure to wash them first.
Something doesn’t feel right.
Things are off a little bit, or a lot. One point’s out of place, another
seems slightly askew, and once you spot a problem, you can’t unsee it. Casual
observers, heck, even professionals might think the picture’s perfect, but you
know better. As in the new book Gone at Midnight by Jake Anderson, some
things just don’t add up.
A sunny southern California vacation always sounds good to a northerner,
especially in January. And that’s the reason Chinese-Canadian student Elisa Lam
was in Los Angeles that winter, 2013, though her parents worried about her
traveling solo.
For the choice of hotel alone, they had reason to fret says Anderson, the
Cecil Hotel — Lam’s chosen destination — was in a sketchy area, near Skid Row.
It’s possible that Lam didn’t know the area, he suggests, or its history.
Built in 1924 with the intention of bringing luxury and opulence to downtown
Los Angeles, the Cecil Hotel was constructed with the wealthy in mind, but it
also included several rooms for long-term residents. Almost immediately after
its opening, though, problems arrived: a number of arrests occurred in the
hotel, crimes were committed in its rooms, and several murders and more than a
dozen suicides happened there. By the 1970s, in fact, the Cecil was known as
“Suicide Hotel.”
But Elisa Lam didn’t realize that or didn’t care. She checked into the
Cecil Hotel with two women that she’d apparently just met, and who ultimately
complained to hotel management that Lam was acting weird. Indeed, Lam had only
recently realized that she’d suffered from depression for many years. But was
she suicidal?
No one knows, and we never will: in mid-February of 2013, Lam’s nude body
was discovered floating inside the Cecil Hotel’s water supply tank, under
suspicious circumstances; officials said she drowned, and Anderson says they
refused to comment further.
But Lam’s friends were outraged. They told Anderson that there was
absolutely “no way” Elisa Lam killed herself.
You might have seen the video, shocking as it is. It shows a slight Asian
woman, and what looks like fearful behavior. In Gone at Midnight, author
Jake Anderson says that body language experts saw things differently, and he
explains.
That’s all good, at first. Very good: it’s the stuff horror movies are
made of, and Anderson plays into that creepiness by hinting that the Cecil is
haunted and that the building seemed to call to him as he was researching this
book. Read, check the windows, see if the hairs don’t rise on your arms.
Again, very good — until this book’s breathy prose, esoteric details, and
personal information start to feel outsized. There’s also a lot of biography
here, and a lot of it is Anderson’s. That’s relevant, to a point, but it shifts
the focus too much.
Still, this chilling tale of obsession and gruesomeness is great for murder-mystery fans who also like a bit of paranormal sprinkled in. Turn on the lights, don’t read at night, and Gone at Midnight could be just right.