Bloody Hell!
Menstrual blood contains stem cells...lots of them! It is at this point that I fall mute pondering the mind-boggling ramifications...
*whimpers...runs away*
Wow, now women can sell their dirty tampons FOR SCIENCE!
w00t!! I feel so badass right now. I love being a chick ;)
Coolio. I'm a feminist already. =P
Interesting.
Great.
They finally find a use for the damn stuff, and it's to late to get paid for it.
Absolutely amazing.
*starts hoarding*
Finally, the way I'm gonna build my fortune!
I'm gonna start collecting mine in ziploc bags under the matress. I'll be a millionaire!
*stops hoarding*
*heads to ebay*
well, it's perfectly obvious to me anyway, women have always held the key to the advancement of the human race, no reason why they shouldn't be able to make more than a few bucks off the whole endeavor, unite and take over the male-dominated world. I, for one welcome our new feminine overlords.
Hey MJ, doesn't have anything to do with your FPP, but I got a link sent to me the other day that, because of your affection for the dolphins-in-the-pool story coming out of Hurricane Katrina, reminded me of you. Here it is: The hippo and the tortoise. Snopes says it's a true story.
This is an occasion for applause. One is delighted but unsure as to why .. speculate unconscious recognition of future long term impact upon universal perception of feminine value. In context with E. Gould-Davies' book, "The First Sex", mayhap a confirmation of her 'hypothesis'?
YES! YES! Fucking AWESOME! Bring on the hugely beneficial medical research, and FUCK THE FUNDIES!
*flops backwards onto seat, pants*
Just waiting for the fundies to start demonstrating with photos of bloody rags, shouting some nonsense.
As for the possible commercial aspect of this... mmh, perhaps a fleet of 'MonthlyMobiles', complete with cheerful music blaring from speakers, recollecting in every neighbourhood...
*goes out to look for funding, ziploc bags*
Fucking AWESOME! Bring on the hugely beneficial medical research, and FUCK THE FUNDIES
Ah, but you have overlooked fundy logic. To the fundy mind, allowing stem cell research from menstrual blood will inevitably lead to stem cells from embryos, and then we'll be sacrificing our own babies on our kitchen tables for their kidneys.
Expect the theocracy platform to soon include mandatory chastity belts with liquid tight seals.
Now, art and science can combine in a hitherto unthinkable way...
And as a "fundie" myself, I actually endorse this research, as well as investigations into umbilical cord blood research, which has been proving far more useful and less controversial than embryonic stem cell research...
You guys realize that for them to discover this, they already had to be approaching women and asking for their used panty liners.
Hooray for HawthorneWingo!
That is truly rad! In exchange I send you this tip; look at the first photo and squint your eyes a little as you imagine the wee baby hippo to be a great whopping adult hippo. Why? Because then you'll think, "That is one fucking huge tortoise! Walk for your lives!"
HA!
Hmmm. Everybody's happy. How often does that happen? We get a large supply of stem cells to use for research and treatment purposes; fundies get an ironclad religious excuse for supporting it (if God didn't want us to use the stem cells he wouldn't have flushed them, now would he?); and women have get more disposable income. Cool! This could be a whole new industry. I can see collection centers nation-wide in a year or two.
Now as long as we can keep some idiots from REQUIRING women to hand it over, say, by setting up "blood barns" where they'd get "milked" (sorry for the image), then we'll be good.
sigh. Have; Get ... pick which one you want.
allowing stem cell research from menstrual blood will inevitably lead to stem cells from embryos
Menstrual blood forms a slippery slope. (insert rimshot here)
> fundies get an ironclad religious excuse for supporting it
only if the menstrual blood is collected without touching it or the donor.
I'm tired of this topic. Period.
BlueHorse, that was the funniest damn thing I've read in a while. I salute you, madam! Now gimme a cloth so I can wipe the coffee off of my monitor.
Chicks, right? Am I right fellas? Hah? Hi-I mean!
/standup
I'd make another comment, but I'm too busy rushing out to register www.stemtheflow.com.
"I would have never thought that a hippo and tortiose could be friends."
The farmer and the cowman hippo and the tortoise should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman hippo and the tortoise should be friends...
*doesies off*
I could sell vials out the back of the office...
I'll tell you what, if women figure out how to mow grass, kill spiders and what to do when the oil light comes on, they're going to work some golgafrinchan B ark action on us.
I would make an excellent slave boy.
MonkeyFilter: some golgafrinchan B ark action
Fes
thats one whole juju-flop of an idea!
Fes:
Done.
Done.
And done.
Shit! Okay guys, time for action! Let's get drunk and play loud music!!
Pete's right! I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
some golgafrinchan B ark action
This seems like an apt time to mention that I visited Hotblack Desiato - the North London Real Estate Agent - on the weekend.
Very nice, quid.
Be sure to post your new address. We wouldn't want to egg send the welcome basket to the wrong house.
(Kit -- get working on that horse fiddle. We're going to London.)
We are?
*finishes eating sandwich hurriedly, checks for wallet & phone*
I used to date a boy who would call *me* to come over and kill bugs or do minor household repairs. I'm both handy and handsy!
Hotblack Desiato
You sure that wasn't a topless dancer? You've made that mistake before, you know. For the last time, just because they give you a lap dance, doesn't mean they want you to move in with them.
So you say. Where can I put my bass amp?
*stops moving in with Koko*
Pfft. quitter.
*moves in cardboard in-store display of Coors twins*
I imagine a Hotblack to be much the same thing as a Bootblack. Only, you know, with whores.
Is anyone else imagining a bunch of cranky women standing in a lab while white-coated folks go from woman to woman, changing buckets like they were making maple syrup? The tapping of the cranky women would probably be the worst part.
Luckily, I play better when I'm drunk.
*plugs in, turns all knobs to 11 in single motion*
What I am saying here is that I have visited the original inspiration for a charater in "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe".
Frankly, I expected a little more woo-hoo from you nerds, and a little less joking about my sex life, or lack thereof.
*hic* Hey bhaaby . . yr cute when yer mad! *hic*
"Smoke on the Water"! Onetwothreefour!
Frankly, I expected a little more woo-hoo from you nerds
Ha! That's where you're wrong! I, for one, am far too thick-headed!
She is.
Nerd.
Wait, did he say "hoo hah"?
Uh, dunno. "Koko" and "head" were linked there, and now I'm finding it difficult to concentrate.
Careful, lest she pelt us with doughnuts and poutine.
I'm nerd enough to appreciate it, just not nerd enough to recognize it.
..um .... woo hoo. Dude.
I have PMS right now. Quick, someone get a bucket!
Thank you, Frogs--sorry about the monitor and the coffee.
I'm all out of paper towels, but I found a few dusty maxi-pads under the bathroom sink. They're very absorbent, and apparently I won't be able to suppliment my income with them.
Wring 'em out like a washing up sponge after a Sunday roast...
Woo hoo? The research is preliminary, they do not yet know that these stem cells are pluripotent, and chances are that they can only be used in the woman that produced them if they are (because of rejection issues).
The holy grail is to be able to make pluripotent stem cells from anyone. To be able to do that they need to understand the differences between embryonic and adult tissues. This, like other adult derived stem cells may be useful for treatments (along with cord blood and placental tissue), but its too early to yell woo hoo.
And just to thoroughly be a killjoy, everybody yelled "Woo Hoo" about Hwong Woo Suk too.
I'm more excited about the blind mouse that can see.
Mord, you will never destroy my pride in my menstruum!! To the tamponmobile!
So what you're saying, Mord, is that I can potentially grow myself three extra livers? Woo Hoo! To the Boozemobile!!
Finally, a ride I can get into!
Wait - who's driving?
No, I mean the goal is to grind you up and make YOU into stem cells. What did you think I meant?
/not really
shotgun
MonkeyFilter: To the tamponmobile!
MonkeyFilter: I, for one welcome our new feminine overlords.shotgun
Priceless!
*sits back up, takes a pull from flask, tunes into conversation again*
hey weeszel, what's in the flask???
Stem cells, Medusa. I peeked.
You know, maybe that's finally our million-dollar idea. Stem cells that'll go in and grow you a new liver mixed right in with booze!
We could call it RevitaHooch.
Screw this growing back a liver. I'm already working on spares!
farmer and the cowmanhippo and the tortoise should be friends, Oh, thefarmer and the cowmanhippo and the tortoise should be friends... *doesies off*eggsend the welcome basket to the wrong house.