are today... Women's studies class. Our final is a 5-10 min presentation and a paper about something we learned in class. Today about 8 people gave presentations and 4 of them were on diet pills. Jesus christ it's crazy how ignorant some people are on the subject. Some people are just misinformed, but some people are just plain stupid. So this girl is telling us how shitty her life is now, and how diet pills ruined her's and her sister's life. I guess this girl and her sister got a bunch of diet pills and tried to lose weight together. The girl didn't remember what kind of diet pills they were, but anyway... Apparently it got so bad that she had to have emergency surgery to remove her gall bladder and half of her liver and she was in the hospital for a couple months. Since I've read tons of studies on ephedrine, its effects over time, and tons of other shit on diet pills, I'm really curious what kind of drug could have fucked her up that badly. So I ask her how many she had been taking (I know it was a little inappropriate, but she struck a nerve because at this point I had already heard 3 stories about people's friends dieing from ephedrine and my blood was ready to boil.) She says 20 a day. jesuswhatthefuck. I was ready to ask her if she had ever been prescribed medicine, and what would happen if she took 20 of any sort of pills a day, even vitamins. But I let it slide because I could see something getting ready to happen in her eyes. Yep, she started crying. Here comes 5 minutes of sobbing, snotting, and wheezing. Her sister was pregnant during this little diet pill binge. I guess her sister gave birth to a retarded kid and had all sorts of self-esteem issues because of her weight and ended up getting her baby taken away. . I felt bad for egging her on, but jesus shit christ. What would bring anyone to take that many pills? Pregnant or not. Anyway I just had to vent somewhere. I spoke up during the wrong presentation I guess. When I was losing weight I was on ECA for about 6 months. I had regular physician checkups and nothing was wrong with me. Here's the part where I'm an asshole. IMO this is darwinism. If someone isn't willing to research what they're putting into their body, I have a hard time finding sympathy for them. The only sympathy I can muster up is those who are in the path of the dominoes falling, in this case the neglected/abused baby and maybe the parents. But yeah, just a rant. Feel free to call me an asshole, post smilies, and vote me off the F&N island.