Yeah, so, it’s time for some random thoughts.
Good buddy Kate shared with me a Kickstarter for “urban pajama pants.” WTF?! I’m not linking to it or posting the video, because no. I don’t want anyone reading this blog and then clicking on that shit or even donating. The horror! I refuse to promote it. I thought maybe it was a joke. It isn’t. The idea that someone is trying to make it acceptable to wear pajama pants in public is unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE. Pajama pants are to be worn inside your home, and public spaces are not your home. Public spaces are for everyone, and everyone shouldn’t have to see you in your pajamas.
I am not on board with the pajamafication of America. I am so not on board that I had a discussion with myself about whether it was appropriate for me to wear yoga pants to chemo. I decided it is. Going to chemo is like going to yoga … except yoga doesn’t make me sick or make me lose my hair. Still, I think wearing yoga pants to chemo is acceptable.
Speaking of chemo, my first treatment is today. So, including today, I will have been to Kaiser four times this week. That’s a lot of Kaiser. When I was at Kaiser on Monday, I told an employee in the Admitting Department that Kaiser should consider offering a Frequent Patient Card or some sort of FasTrak that speeds up the checking in process. At the airport, you can buy your way into not having to go through the security checkpoint. I’d like to do that at the hospital, too. Or at least slide my Kaiser card to check in, instead of having to wait in line. I mean, waiting in line is so ’90s. Waiting in line is for suckers. We’re better than that, San Francisco.
Here’s my other great idea: a ride service for women. I have been referring to it as Lady Lyft, but I’m sure there is a better name out there that doesn’t infringe on Lyft’s trademark. Maybe Chick Rides or the Women’s Wagon. I don’t know. I can’t think of everything, you guys. Basically, it’s a ride service for women by women – all the drivers are women, and all the riders are women. Whenever I take a cab, an Uber or a Lyft, I always have this little fear that the driver is going to be some creep that I will have to deal with. If you think I’m crazy for thinking that, then you are probably a man. The ladies know what I’m talking about. Wouldn’t you love a ride service in which the driver was always a woman? Wouldn’t you feel safer?
At the very least, maybe Lyft or Uber could allow you to select whether you would like a male or female driver; kinda when you are getting a massage you can choose a male or female masseuse. It’s a great idea, right?
I’m full of great ideas … and bullshit. OK, mainly bullshit.