With Republican pundits speculating on the possibility of a third Mitt Romney bid for the White House, I think it’s appropriate to mention another two-time presidential candidate whose moment has come in 2016 — Al Gore.
I can hear explosions as I write this. They are so close, the furniture rattles and the lamps shake. There’s talk of a ceasefire, but it doesn’t feel like it here. I am living in a horror movie.
The number of Americans who cite “none” when asked about a religious identity is rising rapidly, up to nearly 20% from 15% in 2007, with a third of people under 30 identifying with no religious faith. Two-thirds of the “nones” say they believe in God, suggesting that this is more of a cultural drift towards secularism than some kind of crisis of faith across the country. But even this may underrepresent how secular our country really is getting, as many people who say they belong to a church don’t really go to church much, if at all. While Americans like to tell pollsters they go to church regularly, in-depth research shows they are lying and many of them blow it off, putting our actual church-going rates at roughly the same level of secular Western Europe.
Being infertile can turn you into a cut-throat, crazy person. As an infertile woman, my life is characterized by disappointment. I’ve consulted naturopaths, a midwife, a Mayan massage therapist and two acupuncturists. I’ve done my three rounds of intra-uterine insemination. I’ve had a failed round of IVF. And, like infertile women everywhere, I cling to my partner and sob when I get my period, month after bitter month. Prolonged infertility is a deeply private, demoralizing and defeminizing process. It breeds isolation, anxiety and depression — and a very understandable desire to throttle anyone not going through it.