The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
In the immortal words of Stewie, "Who the hell do you think you are?!"
This is MY body. Mine!!! See how I'm moving these fingers to type? See the fearsome grimace on my face? Ok, maybe not, but take my word for it- oh, it's there. If I, with the help of my friendly neighborhood Gyno, decide that I want to go on the pill, that is absolutely none of your damn business. I (we) may make this decision for a number of reasons. Perhaps I have an irregular menstrual cycle. Perhaps I have a family history of ovarian or uterine cancer. Perhaps- just perhaps- I want to have sex and not get pregnant. I may have a medical condition that would make pregnancy dangerous to my health. I may not be emotionally or financially prepared for a child. I may just want to have hot, debauched, out-of-wedlock monkey sex and not have to deal with the consequences. Repeat after me: None of your damn business. As a health care professional (albeit a low-level flunky type one), you are not supposed to judge me, let alone refuse me treatment! You are entitled to your religious beliefs, yes. But damnit, I'm entitled to my birth control!! What if doctors and nurses started deciding only to treat "morally upstanding" patients. I'm sorry, Ms. Prostitute/Mr. Pimp. We can't treat you, because we disagree with your chosen lifestyle. In what fucked up world is this acceptable? Oh, wait, that's right: it isn't. You see, I forgot for a moment. This is A-mer-i-ca. Supposed to be land of the free and all- you remember that bill 'o rights thingy? Yeah, pride of our founding fathers and all? Well, here, I'm going to hand it to you, and you can just go take a big dump all over it. It's essentially the same thing. All American citizens are supposed to have the same rights. Not just the white ones. Not just the straight ones. Not just the christian ones. All of us. If your religious beliefs are so strong that you feel you cannot fulfill physician prescribed birth control, then find another line of work. I hear they're looking for missionaries in Africa! This bothers me on so many levels. I wish it were just an isolated case and I could dismiss it as another fanatical crackpot trying to get his or her 15 minutes of fame. But the fact is that I see so many more examples of this kind of "moral intervention" than I used to. From abstinence only sex-ed, to anti-gay marriage laws, to reduced funding for abortion and family planning clinics, I see a trend that scares me. I shouldn't have to worry about my right to choose. It is my freakin' body! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go hit something. Preferably a conservative, morally superior, pretentious prig with a stick up his/her ass.
Oh. And Happy Cinco de Mayo.
After 22 posted at 2:22 PM
