Bob Dylan & Diaphragms
Nobody Cares
Once in a while I take out a book from my library, and give it a look. I have over 7,000 books that I have collected through the years, mostly from sales at libraries ( where you could get a good hardback for 50 cents) and somewhere long ago, I had bought a book on Bob Dylan.
Like most baby boomers, I was obsessed with Dylan…bought all his records, marveled at his words. And when I became a singer myself, if my voice was not what I wanted it to be, I used the excuse “Well look, Bob Dylan can’t sing either and look how rich he got!”
Okay, that’s pretty lame..but it worked.
I’m reading the newly release book about Steve Jobs and found out that he had a two- year fling with Joan Baez mainly because Jobs was a Dylan freak too, and was thrilled to know that he was bedding the same woman that Bob Dylan had so long ago. As if, he was the same genius level as Bob.
You know…great minds think alike. 
Years later I remember being completely disgusted when I saw my old idol Bob Dylan sitting next to Bill Clinton who was bombing Kosovo at the time (and killing many innocents by sheer misses) while he gave Bob Dylan the Congressional Honor Award.
Hypocrite I thought. What’s your “Masters of War” mean to me now?
Such is fame and ego.
So anyway, I opened up my old book this morning, only to find a flyer with the “Information on the use of the Diaphragm.” and I remember having used one after I was trying to get off the pill because of the horrors that the pill was doing to my body.
I found sticking a big rubber thing up inside me rather annoying, so I didn’t use it for long. The fact that I kept the instructions hidden in a Bob Dylan book seems rather…funny to me now. (I put it back for my own historical reasons) 
My doctor at the time laughed when I told him about getting one, and he told me the Diaphragm had been invented to keep camels from getting pregnant on the long voyages through the desert. So the “men” decided to make diaphragms for the stupid women who couldn’t remember to take their pills.
Is that why they invented “the patch?” Stupid women can’t remember anything? Or was this a matter of trust? Probably both.
And so, somehow Nobody Thinks the dead Muslim woman are safe…BECAUSE….
Just how many Muslim women are using the old camel Diaphragms?
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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