Life’s a beach, ladies Some guy seems not to have noticed that Taylor Swift’s hottest concert ticket of the year made her Time‘s Person of the Year. Or that Barbie was the hottest movie ticket of the year. Barbie ends with joke about women’s health care. It figures some clueless guy‘s name is Ken. Alexandra Petri noticed (Washington Post, gifted): “Judge Guerra Gamble is not medically qualified to make this determination and it should not be relied upon. A TRO is no substitute for medical judgment.” — Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton, writing to doctors who have received a court order allowing an abortion to end a nonviable pregnancy There is no substitute for medical judgment, except the judgment of me, Ken Paxton. Am I a doctor? No. I’m something better than a doctor: a Ken. My accessories include: no medical expertise and a boundless reservoir of cruelty. And one time, I saw a horse. I have also been told that my handwriting is bad and that I am not patient. This all screams “doctor” to me. Move over Karen. Ken is here. Because when Just Ken found out the patriarchy wasn’t just about horses, he lost interest, picked up his clicky pen, and began writing letters restricting Texas women’s health care. “Oh, and doctors? Cross me and I’ll prosecute,” says Retribution Now, Retribution Tomorrow, Retribution Forever Ken. (Sadly, not a limited edition.) “This seems like a horrible, ghoulish way to behave when a person needs to access emergency medical care,” you might say.…