Prop 65 Revisited
I have my general gripes about California, but here and there I am pleasantly surprised by some pro-environmental health policies. Like the existence of Prop 65. The California Office of Environmental Health Hazard Assessment (OEHHA) has an impactful program to list chemicals known to the state to cause cancer or reproductive toxicity on a list…
WAKE-UP AND SMELL THE GLYPHOSATE
By Robert Howard, AKA AOJ, AKA Johnson Juror #4 I’m sort of a morning person—it’s my favorite time of day—but I don’t just spring out of bed ready to take on the world, or remodel someone’s kitchen, as the case may be. The process of waking up is, for me, pretty much the same every…
Glyphosate & My COVID Clothes
I’m so incredibly tired of my sad loungewear collection that I’ve worn every day for the last year. Most of it is tie-dyed, a trend that for some reason has experienced a massive explosion in popularity over the last year. My increasingly embarassed-by-mom tween daughter asked me not to wear them anymore – and added…
Like Kissing Your Sister
For new followers of Glyphosate Girl, I would like to reintroduce Robert Howard (AKA AOJ), who served as Juror #4 in the landmark Johnson v Monsanto bellwether trial in 2018. I am fortunate that he continues to be a frequent contributor to this blog. Today, he updates us on the status of Lee Johnson’s settlement,…
wake the bear
Last Wednesday, we thankful citizens of the United States purelled our hands, grabbed our shields, and wandered the aisles of the grocery store. Well, those are the protective measures many took in California. California is the same state in which both the governor and San Francisco Mayor frequently lecture residents about the hazards of get-togethers,…
THE BLACK BOX OF REGULATION
If you are like me, you’ve been hanging out a lot in your own mind since last March, and potentially have had some cerebral DIY projects to undertake. There’s nothing like a good-ole deep dive into your life’s purpose during a paralyzing pandemic lockdown. Of course, an alternative option would be to finally repaint the…
The Sinking Ship
I enjoyed a Zoom cocktail hour last weekend with some amiable new acquaintances. We started with some well-meaning Zoom icebreakers – the boredom with which so many of us must feel at this 7-month anniversary of shelter-in-place. After delivering the shortest version of the Roundup/GMO/cancer trial story in my repertoire, it was suggested to me…
Is There A Securities Law Attorney In The House?
My daughter ran downstairs with blood on her lip and one of her last baby teeth in hand. She enthusiastically suggested ideas of what the tooth fairy should consider giving her as a grand lifetime finale of fairy gifting. Apparently, the least the fairy could do is gift a red Ford F150 pickup truck that…
And a word from the juror
Happy Dark Days By AOJ Life around our house has been pretty quiet lately, COVID quiet, so I knew when my phone buzzed twice that the decision of the Court Of Appeal in Johnson v Monsanto had come down. This has been such a roller coaster ride for me, a mere juror, that I often wonder how it is…
PLAN B
REJOICE! Judge Chhabria issued an order in the most Chhabria-esque of tones, heavily hinting that the proposed class action settlement plan is a no-go. Now that I know his opinion may vaguely resemble my own, I wish I could have been in the room when he first perused the settlement proposal to hear some of…
It Happened
As AP students of Monsanto trickery, we should have predicted this strategy of feigning intellectual and ethical interest in seeking the “real” scientific answers on Roundup.
Not Your Time To Go
It is nearly impossible to write about Roundup as we watch our country in such disarray, experiencing physical and emotional pain unlike anything I’ve seen in my lifetime. Glyphosate is a water-loving compound. Because of its vast agricultural use, glyphosate collects in the northern tributaries of the Mississippi River and flows south. At the end…
The Elephant in the Blog
A Note from GG: My family is not one to hold back opinions, and all-hands interventions are not unusual. In the 80s, an intervention pried me from my beloved new Nintendo. Mario had begun to visit me in my dreams, which my mom deemed unhealthy. In the 90s, the family convened to express their disgust…
