I am Woman. I am a woman.
I’m a daughter, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, a wife, a friend, an artist, a writer, a photographer, a cook, and many, many other things too. I’ve ridden this planet around the sun for a few spins as well. I’ve spent a lifetime learning, only to realize with each acquisition of new knowledge how little I really know.
Then, just when I think I’ve got it figured out, somehow, a curve ball comes my way.
I’ve had a lot of curve balls over the past year, but the one that I never saw coming was this recent attack on women by our own government. Don’t these men have wives, mothers, sisters or daughters to help educate them? Were they raised in some strange artificial male-only environment? Are they really terrestrial humans? Just exactly where did they get the idea that THEY needed to decide how a woman’s body is to be treated, especially in regards to her reproductive capabilities.
This is like something out of a bad sci fi flick, the sort that I’d switch off in disgust after about ten minutes. Unfortunately, it isn’t that easy with this problem.
These MEN have decided that birth control is causing immorality. I almost choke on the lack of logic. That’s like saying that children cause sex. Birth control, also referred to as contraceptives, don’t mean that anyone is engaged in an immoral or unlawful sexual encounter. Assuming that they ARE is ridiculous. Just because a woman is married or in a stable relationship does not mean she wishes to spend her entire life as a brood mare producing one child after another, especially in a shaky economy with an overcrowded planet.
How would they like it if women were behind those closed doors determining that they were going to castrate a certain segment of the population to prevent unwanted pregnancies? Or maybe to prevent violent crime (never mind that the presence or lack of testicles doesn’t influence criminal activity–logic is not required in law making these days.)
Imagine a father talking to his son on the eve of his 18th birthday, “Sorry son, you scored too low on your college entrance exam and too high on your sperm count, and since we couldn’t afford to buy you an exemption, tomorrow is the big day, you are going to get your castration!”
It makes a lot more sense than putting a woman in prison because she had a miscarriage or still born infant, actually.
We need to put a stop to this nonsense before it goes any further, because women DO form a majority of the population now. In addition, most of us have sons, husbands, brothers, fathers, uncles, and friends who could also be convinced to support the more realistic woman’s point of view on this bizarre debate.
You think I am kidding?
How long would this discussion go on if no man received any food cooked by a woman?
Add in that no woman did a man’s laundry either.
Oh, or waited on them…for any reason.
And then, there is the ultimate trump card women have held since the dawn of time…and the first cave.
An embargo on sex too.
How many men are willing to endure that for too terribly long before adjusting their point of view? After all, that’s really what this is boiling down to…
Men want to control our vaginas.
So…we remove that from the equation and let them resume the math problem. I think most men will be fairly quick learners in that case.
Okay, maybe it isn’t fair, but who plays fair? Washington D.C. certainly doesn’t. They wouldn’t let the female lawmakers in on their discussion either. So, we’ll take the situation in hand. If we can’t control contraceptives, pregnancies, and the rest of our bodies, we certainly need to control the one aspect that they haven’t tried to legally take away from us.
Our sexual aspect.
We just need to get our act together, we need to be universal on this, because it has to be Average Joe screaming into the phone to his representative to stop that bill, not Average Jane. They think they can ignore us…but we have our alternative methods of communication. They like the idea of an aspirin between our knees? We’ll deliver it. With a glass of water.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, boys.