Men are beautiful.

Just as much as any woman. I submit the following evidence for your review.

Anthony Bourdain, all gristle.

The Battle of Health-who could care less

*cough* There's this nagging scratch in the back of my throat that's been bothering me for months, I think it's Strep. ironycoccus. Of course, I'm not going to the doctor because I don't have health insurance, and unless I'm knocked up or faking enrollment at the university, there are very few clinics in this area available to the uninsured. As a concerned twenty-something, I'm speaking out for my rights: my right to multiple partners, to Spring Break in a hotbed of water-born illnesses, and to engage in reckless amusements like base-jumping or Russian Roulette. How am I supposed to enjoy casual sex when I'm worrying about affording the DNC to treat my abnormal pap smear?
Being election season, several solutions are floating around, though you know you have no idea what any of them are. Neither do I, and I can still hardly decide if I'm a nationalized healthcare girl or a privatized insurance with pay-ins kind of girl, but here is a list of links of varying points of view to read over while you recover from treating yourself for genital warts with a match and a nail file.
Barack "Doc Hollywood" Obama's plan
Paging Dr. Feel Good McCain
Health Care for America Now.org, the hot new hippy girl in school (and rich, they're boasting a $40 million campaign budget)
The Huffington Post dishes
I Heart Guts, purveyors of fine, plush internal organs that are too cute to donate