I don't think my post went through the first time… The nurses were not wearing or issued correct PPE.

Actually, nurses were not equipped with proper PPE, which is really, really sad.

Information about treatment of Ebola patients at Emory: http://news.emory.edu/stories/2014/1…

Unless she spit in someone's mouth or eye, or bled directly onto another person with an open wound, she most likely did not transmit the virus. Fomite transmission of ebola, even in ebola treatment wards (which are freaking covered in the body fluids of ebola patients) is very rare. http://m.jid.oxfordjournals.org/con…

Actually, she probably won't die. Of all of the Ebola patients treated in the US so far, only one has died - the gentleman in TX. Since she's been transferred to Emory, which has successfully treated and released 2 ebola patients (with our third being discharged later this week), I'd say her chances of survival are…

And in doing so, she put an untold number of people — including possibly her own friends and family — at risk.

Ebola isn't airborne. Unless she vomited or bled into another passenger's open wound or mucus membranes, no one else should be infected.

I have 3, want a 4th when we get a house. People are judge-y when it comes to the number cats you own. Harrumph.

It sounds like the pimps aren't coming to a head, if oil/plasma is all that is coming out when squeezed. I'd give them a few days to come to a head before going at them.

This is my favorite new song to fuck to.

I think you have given me my new jam.

Does your potato leek soup involve a pound of chopped bacon? Because mine does, and if so, I think we're soup soul mates.

Illegal? Perhaps not. But at my workplace, a single comment like that is enough to have a PI put on probation; 2 is enough to lose your lab. My employer takes the marginalization of women seriously, given how under-represented women as a whole are in science.

Any boss who takes the time to comment on my body is committing workplace harassment, and should no longer be in a supervisory position. Period.

UGH. I used to work out all the time with my sister, and we'd use the free weights together. Then she moved to a different town and I started lifting alone. Every time I went to the "boys" side of the gym (where the racks/free weights all are), some guy would come over and offer to "help" me, all the while staring…

Just give a quick, polite "I love your hair!" or "Great shoes!", with a brief, impersonal smile and walk away/on. It's when dudes stop (or try to stop me) that it creeps me out. I've been told "Awesome [XYZ item]!" in passing, and felt a happy little glow about it, because the person didn't try to stop me or…

When I lived in New York, I routinely walked to work at the Flatiron Building from near Times Square. I learned which streets were more harrowing to travel, and which were slightly less awful. If I approached my normal route and saw a construction zone I would immediately modify my route to try to avoid it.

This sounds hideously embarrassing and painful. I don't even want to contemplate how unpleasant this must be, and how psychologically damaging.

This… this is a joke, right? Not an actual passage from a published book?