Boob-Tube Birth Control

A new study (NYT) suggests that MTV’s 16 and Pregnant may have prevented as many as 20,000 teen births in 2010 alone. Ben Richmond elaborates:

Is this really all that surprising? For much of the 80s and 90s, we all heard about MTV’s unstoppable ability to influence the young, but most of the time the people talking about that influence were right-wing religious groups who said that MTV would lead children straight to hell. Even these shows about teenage mothers were accused of glamorizing and therefore encouraging adolescents to have kids.

But, as the study’s author Melissa S. Kearney pointed out in a piece at the Huffington Post, the economists found that, even though the birth rate had been dropping steady for two decades, there was “notable evidence that the introduction of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant is responsible for a significant portion of the reduction in the teen birth rate in recent years.” The researchers looked to see whether larger reductions in the teen birth rate were occurring where more people were watching the show. They focused on changes in birth rates in places after the show went on the air and also looked at MTV’s ratings once it was introduced. They also looked at Twitter and Google trends, and found that tweets and searches about birth control and abortion spiked when the show was on, specifically in locations where it is more popular. It seems teen pregnancy isn’t that glamorous after all, even when it’s on MTV.

Aaron Carroll examines the paper:

Recognizing that this is not a randomized controlled trial, please don’t take any of this as proven “causal”. Nevertheless, the results are worth thinking about.

The show is popular, and tons of teens watched it and tweeted about it. But there was an associated increase in tweets and searches for things like “birth control” and “abortion”. This held true even in the third analysis.

Moreover, the authors found that the teen birth rate was 5.7% lower than expected because of the show. That’s about a third of the total decline in birth rates from June 2009 to the end of 2010. There was no increase in abortions, either, so it appears that the show is associated with a reduction in pregnancy, not an increase of terminated pregnancies.

I still won’t watch the show. But maybe I should stop judging others who do so harshly.

Jessica Grose points to another study, which finds that viewers of teen-mom shows develop incorrect impressions about teenage pregnancy – such as “teen moms earn a lot of money and that the fathers of their children are highly involved”:

Though superficially, the two sets of findings don’t seem to gel, when you look more closely, what may be happening is a reality TV phenomenon that affects all reality shows after their first seasons: The stars become famous. The first study, from the National Bureau of Economic Research, only looked at data from 2009 to 2010, the first year and a half after 16 and Pregnant hit TV screens. Back then, the depiction of teen moms—their financial and relationship struggles—was much more realistic, because there was no sense that getting on the show was a golden ticket to tabloid fame. “Imagine bein’ in prison. That’s what [motherhood is] like, bein’ in prison,” Jenelle, one of the featured moms on 16 and Pregnant said in 2010. No wonder viewers weren’t eager to replicate that experience.

Nicholas Tufnell provides more details on the second study:

The authors of the research are worried that as reality television becomes more prevalent, it will be increasingly difficult for younger audiences to differentiate between what is and isn’t real, perhaps not realising that most of the scenes are scripted and that the “stars” are frequently paid tens of thousands of dollars. It is estimated that the stars of Teen Mom receive more than $60,000 (£36,000) a year, a stark contrast to the $6,500 (£3,960) that is actually earned annually by many teen mothers in the first 15 years of parenthood.

When The Past Melts Into The Present

Climate change has been helpful for at least one group – archeologists:

The summer of 2003 was the hottest in Europe for 500 years. On the remote Schnidejoch pass, 2,750 meters above sea level in the Swiss Alps, an ice patch shrank by half its volume, leaving a wooden object high and dry. When hiker Ursula Leuenberger came across it, she realized it had no business there, so far above the tree line, so she picked it up and handed it over to the local archaeological service. It turned out to be part of a Neolithic arrow quiver, almost 5,000 years old. Since then, archaeologists have found more than 800 artifacts in the vicinity of the pass. …

Glacier archaeology, as the field is called, has been referred to as the silver lining in the cloud of global warming. Like underwater archaeology, it is exposing a dimension of humanity’s past that had been almost entirely neglected; one that has the potential to profoundly influence our understanding of our ancestors. But it is a race against time. As soon as organic material melts out of the preserving ice and is exposed to the elements again, it starts to decay. “It’s like this glimpse into a freezer that’s been left open for a couple of weeks,” says Craig Lee at the University of Colorado, Boulder. “You might find a few jars of fruit that are still viable, but the rest is gone.” The sheer amount of material now in this precarious condition – Swiss glaciers, for example, have lost a third of their volume since 1860 – means that archaeologists simply cannot reach it all in time, not least because it is often inaccessible outside the narrow window of summer at these altitudes. It’s a case of triage, says Lee.

The Real Victims Of Adolescence

Parents?

When prospective mothers and fathers imagine the joys of parenthood, they seldom imagine the adolescent years, which Nora Ephron famously opined could only be survived by acquiring a dog (“so that someone in the house is happy to see you”).

Gone are the first smiles and cheerful games of catch. They’ve been replaced by 5 a.m. hockey practices, renewed adventures in trigonometry (secant, cosecant, what the—?), and ­middle-of-the-night requests for rides home. And these are the hardships generated by the good adolescents. … Yet their parents are still going half-mad. Which raises a question: Is it possible that adolescence is most difficult—and sometimes a crisis—not for teenagers as much as for the adults who raise them? That adolescence has a bigger impact on adults than it does on kids?

Laurence Steinberg, a psychologist at Temple University and one of the country’s foremost authorities on puberty, thinks there’s a strong case to be made for this idea. “It doesn’t seem to me like adolescence is a difficult time for the kids,” he says. “Most adolescents seem to be going through life in a very pleasant haze.” Which isn’t to say that most adolescents don’t suffer occasionally, or that some don’t struggle terribly. They do. But they also go through other intense experiences: crushes, flirtations with risk, experiments with personal identity. It’s the parents who are left to absorb these changes and to adjust as their children pull away from them. “It’s when I talk to the parents that I notice something,” says Steinberg. “If you look at the narrative, it’s ‘My teenager who’s driving me crazy.’ ”

Literary Homesteading

A new initiative is trying to draw writers to the bankrupt city of Detroit:

In a contemporary, literary twist on old homesteading incentives, a new nonprofit organization called Write a House is refurbishing three two-bedroom houses in Detroit and accepting applications this spring for writers to move in, rent free. Poets, journalists, novelists, and anyone who falls somewhere in between are encouraged to apply. If the writers stay for the required two years and fulfill other obligations, such as engaging with the city’s literary community and contributing to the program’s blog, they’ll even get the deed to the place. As the group’s mission puts it, “It’s like a writer-in-residence program, only in this case we’re actually giving the writer the residence, forever.” …

For a renter feeling boxed in or left out in her current location, moving to Detroit might provide a creative spark. Write a House, however, is looking to draw people from not only America’s expensive coastal hubs but also from big or small towns all over the world. (They’ve already been contacted by several writers in Europe.) “Some communities are pricing people out, and other communities just aren’t that interesting,” [project co-founder Toby] Barlow said. “Detroit is affordable and fascinating, and that seems like a good combination for writers.”

Carolyn Kellogg notes that “24 hours after launch, more than 200 interested writers asked to learn more.”

Ditch The Rock? Ctd

Readers join the diamond debate:

A marriage is fundamentally about the two people getting married. Their choice of engagement ring will reflect their shared values – whether it’s a giant diamond, an heirloom, a tattooed ring, or no ring at all.

When I proposed to my wife, I did it with my great-grandmother’s engagement ring, a family heirloom. A couple of years later, her mom gave her a ring with a large smoked diamond, and my wife was itching for a much bigger diamond, so she began wearing that ring instead. It always caused a bit of conflict between us – I even offered to buy her a ring with a bigger diamond – but she loved the ring from her mom and wore it all the time. The only time she would switch back was when my parents were in town visiting.

Fourteen years later, we’re now divorced. Not because of the ring, but the ring perfectly illustrated our disconnect.

Another:

Back in the early 1980s, I told my then-boyfriend that I didn’t want a diamond engagement ring. I’m not a diamond kind of gal; I didn’t want the flash or to spend money we could be saving for a down payment on a house. Plus, it was the height of anti-apartheid boycotting of the diamond industry. After a few months of this, my boyfriend angrily replied that he wanted to have the pleasure of giving me a ring, of having me ooh and ahh and show it to my friends.

In the end it all worked out, because his parents gave him a family diamond ring. It took me a good part of a year – long after we were married – to get used to having what felt like an enormous Bat Signal on my left hand.

Many more stories after the jump:

As a guy, I have to say the problem for me is the utility argument.

Other than being shiny, a ring is useless. (Yes, the symbol of marriage has to be portable – if you believe a symbol to ward off now-unwanted suitors is even necessary today.) My current girlfriend says she has no interest in getting a big ring. She would rather get something cheap for her finger so we could save for a mortgage down payment or splurge on something that we’d actually get use from, like a huge TV or a vacation. The whole thing just feels very retrosexual anyway.

Another is on the same page:

My favorite engagement-ring story involves my BFF. Her now-husband is a by-the-book kind of guy; he saved up that two months salary before asking her to go ring shopping. So they shopped and they shopped and they shopped. She hated everything. It was all so stereotypical, trendy, conventional – not her.

Then one day they were at the mall and walked by a Fire & Ice store. There, in the window, was a little gold and opal thing, and boom – she fell for it. It cost $75. So here was her fiancé, with $2,000 saved up and nowhere to spend it. What did he do? He bought her an engagement MacBook Pro. Best idea ever for an aspiring writer.

Another:

A friend of mine mentioned that a diamond ring was important to him not because his fiancée wanted one – I don’t think she cared – but because of the stability and seriousness it signified to her friends and somewhat traditional family. He was in the US on a J-1 Visa, so he had a bit of an uphill battle in that regard. I’d always felt rather self-righteous in my disdain for Big Diamond and its supporters, so his story was an eye-opener for me.

Another:

The diamond engagement ring is so cultural. My husband is Swedish, and I’m American. Wedding rings in Sweden tend to be very non-ostentatious, both for men and women, but he bought me a beautiful engagement ring. It’s an old ring, from a vintage jewelry dealer – a lovely Art Deco style, not too big, perfect in style for me. Swedes just do not do fine jewelry – and I am no stranger to Swedish culture, having lived there and become fluent in the language. But that my husband bought this ring for me meant the world. He loved me enough to do it my culture’s way.

Another:

My husband purchased my engagement ring in our last year of college while he put himself through school. He worked long hours at a menial job to be able to purchase the ring. Now, 20 years later, we’re both successful in our careers and he has wanted to replace it with a larger diamond. I’ve refused, because I didn’t marry him for how large a rock he could buy for me. If it’s about the status, I have my own money, thanks.

I know it sounds sappy, but seeing the not-huge-but-beautiful ring on my finger every day reminds me of what it felt like to be so young and in love – when we didn’t have much money, but we did have each other. It’s one of the many things that makes me fall for him over and over again. It’s not about the diamond; it’s about the commitment the diamond represents.

And another:

My rockhound husband has always argued that diamonds are extremely common and, as the old Atlantic piece says, manipulated by De Beers and others to create and manage demand. He wanted to give me a benitoite wedding ring instead. Benitoite is a sapphire-like dark blue stone that fluoresces under lights. “Sell it to me,” I said. He explained that it wasn’t a blood gem, as diamonds mostly are, and that it came from just one mine in California, making it very rare. (That mine is now closed.) He also said that benitoite is a titanium-related mineral, and at the time, he was doing titanium chemistry in the lab. I was sold. I love having something truly ours, truly special.

Another unconventional item:

When I decided to propose to my now-wife, I struggled briefly with how to do it exactly.  I knew that she wouldn’t want a diamond and I didn’t quite know where to begin on choosing a ring with a different kind of stone.  And if I got one she didn’t like she’d be too sweet to tell me it was ugly and she’d have been forced to wear it.  And even if I did get the ring right, what if I got the wrong size?  The moment would have been ruined if it were too small, and she didn’t wear any other rings for me to use as a gauge.  And so I decided to just throw the entire ring idea out the window and I took a chance with a necklace.  It was simple: just a thin chain with a large ring on it (so I managed to incorporate it somehow.)  She loved it.  She wears it on special occasions and opts for her simple gold wedding band alone on her ring finger.

One more reader:

When my husband proposed to me, it wasn’t much of a surprise since we’d already been together for seven years. What did surprise me, though, was the shiny diamond ring he pulled out of his pocket. I knew he couldn’t afford anything like it. I’m not even sure what I said first: “Yes” or “Where did you get that ring?!” Turns out, it was his mother’s – she had given to him many months before and he had somehow kept it hidden. His father had died a few years earlier and she felt like she was ready to pass it on to her oldest son.

Once I got over the initial excitement of being engaged, I soon realized I didn’t really like the ring. I just wasn’t my style, not ever something I’d look at twice in a store. It is gold and I prefer silver. It’s sort of a gaudy design. It’s not even that big, but it kept getting caught on everything. And, quite simply, it felt like someone else’s. It felt unfair, like I got cheated out of my dream ring and had to settle for someone’s hand-me-down. The sentiment of it being so important to the family was somewhat lost on me at that time in my life.

We’ve been married for more than 10 years now and I’ve gotten used to the ring, settled into a relationship with it that is not unlike my marriage itself. New love is shiny and sparkly and unexpected. Then the newness wears off and you wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into – what you are stuck with for the rest of your life. You start seeing all the things that irritate you. Then that settles down and you start to get comfortable, learn to live with what you’ve been given, and see joy in it. I’m looking at the ring now as I type and I see a long, intricate history there. For better or worse, I’ve made it my own.

The Best Of The Dish Today

U.S. Snowboarding and Freeskiing Grand Prix Breckenridge - Day 5

I seem to keep putting my foot in it over the horrible situation in Texas. I’ve now read almost all your enraged emails, thought about this some more, and yes, rethought as well. I still believe that the rights of the fetus do have some weight here – as they do in Roe vs Wade, and in almost all legal abortion regimes – alongside the rights of the mother over her own body. But, on reflection, and having read your emails closely, I see why the Texas law in this case over-steps. First and most important, the woman is not in a coma or a vegetative state; she’s brain-dead and kept artificially alive by a ventilator. She is no longer alive. And her explicit wishes were not to be kept alive in this kind of situation – and she had experience with this kind of thing as a paramedic. Her husband is clear on this; and if marriage is to mean anything, it must mean he has the legal power to end the ventilator. Reading more about the case, I came across this statement:

“All she is, is a host for a fetus,” said Mrs. Munoz’s father, Ernest Machado. “I get angry with the state. What business did they have delving into these areas? Why are they practicing medicine up in Austin [the state capital]?”

I don’t think I had fully reflected upon the grotesque indignity the state of Texas has enforced on this woman, or the extreme pain the family must still be feeling, until today. I apologize for that. At 14 or 20 weeks, I cannot see either how the baby can be successfully brought to term in any meaningful way. If a woman were pro-life and had insisted her child be born regardless of her own condition, it would be one thing. But turning a dead woman into a host for a non-viable fetus against her wishes violates some core principles – of limited government, of family rights, of human dignity. I see that more clearly now; and I’m grateful for being forced by the vehemence of your emails to rethink.

What I was expressing, however, is respect for life. And I do not believe that is somehow inappropriate. Can we agree, for example, that not only the death of this woman but the death of her unborn child are both tragedies? And that, with one fate decided, it is not insane to think of the one life still alive in some form? One need not endorse the Texas law to see the tragedy and the conflict here – a conflict largely created by medical technology unimaginable not so long ago. For me, all human life is precious. I believe in deferring to the family’s wishes in this case and to the power of attorney. But it is an excruciating moment in a horrible tragedy.

In other news, we covered a new drug that might be able to teach adults perfect pitch; I worried about the Clinton clique and its ability to distort a dynasty’s judgments; the Christie scandal metastasized some more; we offered various assessments of the life and career of Ariel Sharon; and Jake Weisberg recalled Roger Ailes’ briefly liberal past. On a more cosmic level, a few dogs tried to get their sticks past a few gates.

The most popular post of the day was A Clinton Never Forgets; followed by The Foundations Of Morality.

See you in the morning.

(Photo: Mike Riddle of Canada warms up ahead of the men’s freeskiing halfpipe final on day 5 of the U.S. Snowboarding and Freeskiing Grand Prix Breckenridge on January 12, 2014 in Breckenridge, Colorado. This image was made using a multiple exposure by Streeter Lecka/Getty Images.)

Life After Dementia

Richard Gunderman emphasizes that “a dementia diagnosis is not the medical equivalent of falling off a cliff”:

To provide the best possible care for dementia patients, we n eed to get past some important misconceptions about the disease. One is that Alzheimer’s, which accounts for about 80 percent of dementias, is strictly a disorder of memory. In fact, it usually involves many mental processes, including the abilities to focus attention, organize thoughts, and make sound judgments. Another is the notion that Alzheimer’s is strictly a disease of cognition. In reality, it can affect emotions and personality, as well. But perhaps the biggest misconceptions [occupational therapist] Theresa [Klein] encounters regards a dementia diagnosis as the end.

Naturally, being diagnosed with dementia represents an important change in life, but it is certainly not a death sentence. Some patients diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease will live another 15 and even 20 more years, though others will progress more quickly. Nor does it represent the end of all that is good in life. Theresa and her colleagues have learned a crucial lesson that needs to be disseminated to caregivers everywhere: “We should dwell less on lamenting what dementia patients are incapable of and focus more on bringing out and celebrating what they are capable of doing.”

(Video: “My Little Friends” documents a program designed in a facility in Mt. Kisco, New York that connects elders with dementia and young children)

Arrested For Jaywalking

Brian Doherty discusses how citations for petty crimes, like Los Angeles’ renewed push to strictly enforce jaywalking laws, disproportionally target the poor:

[A]n earlier wave of jaywalking enforcement in Los Angeles began back in 2006, under the aegis of the “Safe Cities Initiative.”L.A. police had already been issuing over a thousand tickets per month for jaywalking in the name of homeless management. A 2007 study from UCLA law professor emeritus Gary Blasi, “Policing Our Way Out of Homelessness? The First Year of the Safer Cities Initiative on Skid Row,” found such jaywalking or other petty citations given at rates 48 to 69 times those in the rest of the city. It noted that “of the 1,000 people per month who receive citations and are unable to pay the fines, most will face subsequent arrest and jail, even though the original offense may have been littering or a pedestrian signal.”

Balko focuses on how cities use these petty citations to make money at the expense of their residents’ wellbeing:

I’ve written quite a bit about how cities have come to use traffic cameras not to maximize public safety, but to bolster city revenues. It’s gotten to the point where several cities have been caught shortening yellow lights to hand out more tickets, a practice that makes intersections significantly more dangerous. … Arguments against policies like primary seatbelt laws, jaywalking enforcement, traffic cameras, “distracted drivers” laws, and arbitrary speed enforcement are often met with derision. But these laws inevitably become more about revenue generation than public safety, and when local and state governments start to see motorists and pedestrians as piggy banks, you get policies like those above. For a good percentage of the population these fines can be devastating, and for them, there’s nothing petty about the aggressive enforcement of petty crimes.