by Molly Worthen
The Daily Beast, 10-11-14
Having a baby is stressful enough, but add in the byzantine labyrinth of American medical insurers and you have a nightmare scenario straight out of Kafka.
I am a pretty healthy person and, until recently, the absurdity and expense of the American healthcare system were problems I could hold at a distance. They were subjects of cocktail party or breakfast table fulmination, sure, but did not impinge much on my own time, sanity or bank account. Then I got pregnant.
My subsequent misadventures in the health insurance jungle are in no way remarkable—their very ordinariness is what's so disturbing. They show that the fantasy of a free market solution to our healthcare mess is misguided, and that the Affordable Care Act, popularly known as ObamaCare, will not bring much rationality to the system anytime soon.