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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Competitive Option, a Health Care Reform?


More years ago than I would like to remember, I was the Deputy Director of Medical Assistance and Health Services (Medicaid) in New Jersey. At the time the State owned a managed care plan--Garden State Health Plan. New Jersey built the Garden State Health Plan, because no commercial/private plans were willing to enroll Medicaid members at that time.

As private plans moved into the Medicaid market, New Jersey chose to move all of the AFDC/TANF members(at the time this was the Aid to Families with Dependent Children populations, now known as Temporary Assistance to Needy Families)into managed care. At that time, the State faced a bit of a dilemma. The Health Care Financing Administration (HCFA), now Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS, yes I know it is missing an M) questioned how private plans could compete with a state-owned plan. Further, they questioned the incentive to assign members who failed to choose a plan fairly amongst plans when the State had an ownership stake in one of the competitors.

Even in 1997, it was common knowledge that you can't make the rules, regulate an industry, and not at least have the appearance of bias. What industry would we trust to police itself...other than the legislative branch of government. Ok, it not that we trust them to do it, but they make the rules, so we can't stop them.

By definition, a public option, that is owned and operated by those who make the rules for all of the competitors can not even give appearance of fair competition. Let alone actually compete fairly. No health plan or insurance company can levy taxes or print money when it fails to meet its capital requirements.

Competitive Option--not so much. Oh, and New Jersey sold the members of the Garden State Health Plan to a private plan for $15 million. The reason for the sale noted in the New York Times and attributed to Governor Whitman was "privately run health maintenance organizations could operate it more efficiently."

Hold that thought!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Barbie and me!



So my morning Wall Street Journal read started with an article about Barbie. Yes, run off elections in Afghanistan, secret developments on the health care reform front, and this health care expert is reading an article about Barbie.

Did you know that she has had 130 difference careers since 1959? That's slightly less than the number of companies I have worked for. In the 1960s, she was an astronaut. In the 1980s she wore power suits, just like me. She even wore Jackie Kennedy's bob cut.

Even when I knew that bound feet and waist too small to accommodate ribs was not reality, I knew that any and every career that I could qualify for was a possibility. Hey, if she could do it while trying not to tip over from the upper body weight and the tiny feet, it would be easy for me.

Mostly, as girls, we knew that Barbie was plastic and an fantasy. Apparently, we had one up on designer Ralph Lauren. In our world, Barbie was just a doll. Some where along the way designers like Mr. Lauren forgot that. Firing a model for weighing 120 lbs and photo-shopping her until her head is bigger than her waist is just...crazy. I remember 120 lbs...let's see, I was 12 years old. See to me having a doll is pretty harmless, but taking real live people and photo-shopping them or requiring them to starve themselves to meet a vision is dangerous.

For my generation, Barbie was plastic...for girls now the models on magazines look like they are flesh and blood. Our daughter is in fashion school, so we watch a lot of model/designer "reality" (yeah, right) TV. When the competing models were telling one girl that she could never win. "They won't go with a plus size girl" (she wore an size 8), I was ready to blow. When the speaker of the house is so plastic surgeried-out that she can't express dismay? Houston, we have a problem.

So please give me back the days of Barbie, with the 130 careers and the you can be anything spirit. When we knew she was just a really pretty doll. Kim Kardashian run that picture with the cellulite.

This Black Barbie will proudly exhibit my Rocky the Flying Squirrel triceps, my less than flat tummy and my dimples...not in my face cheeks.

But thanks Barbie for letting me know as a kid that the only reality that mattered was I didn't have limits! Hey, what did Ken do for a living?