A public service announcement
Twenty-seven is old. At least, that's the medical diagnosis.
In conversation the other day Sommer asked if I knew anything about that new vaccine that can prevent cervical cancer, but I didn't and neither of us knew anyone who'd gotten it. I already had an appt to get my bc today, so I figured I'd ask my doc about it since I was there. Turns out 27 is outside the "range" they've given for the vaccine. It seems that I used to be totally at risk but in the eight months since my birthday I've apparently had so much sex that I must have now acquired the virus. That's their logic anyway. Then there's poor, just-past-her-birthday-and-now-too-old-to-live Sommer:
Sommer: so, i'm a week too late?
Sommer: to prevent cancer? aargh
Yup. Sorry, dude. A lot happens in a week. Civilizations rise and fall. We outlive our cancer-preventing medical miracles. You know. I didn't get too much more info, except that it's not widely available yet despite the onslaught of commercials you're seeing, and that it costs an arm and a leg (seriously, it's twice as much as the most expensive vaccine I got for India). But if you're one of those at-risk youngins, you might want to inquire before you turn into an old, infected fart like me.