Wednesday, February 22, 2012

My lady business, myself

When life, both personal and public, gets really frustrating often the best medicine is a little laughter. The whole “if we don’t laugh, we’ll cry” thing is real. Well anyone who has been paying attention to our political landscape recently has been howling to keep from hysterically weeping. A Congressional hearing on birth control with no female panelists? A Virginia law that would requires women to be penetrated with a transvaginal ultrasound before being allowed to have an abortion? An Indiana State Representative who thinks the Girl Scouts of America are “radically pro-abortion,” “promote homosexual lifestyles” and in cahoots with “feminists, lesbians, or Communists?” One of the biggest financial backers of GOP presidential contender Rick Santorum telling women that birth control is cheap, just put a Bayer between your knees and squeeze? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. SOB.

Sure, this war on women from the right wing of politics is nothing new. But the fact that things that seem so basic – like birth control is important and should be accessible basic – coming under attack is pretty fucking ludicrous. I keep thinking the Republican presidential candidates have arrived in our dimension from 1952 via a hidden rip in the space-time continuum. But no, here we are in 2012 talking about why it’s bad to exclude women from the conversation when we’re talking about women’s bodies. Though, maybe that Indiana idiot is onto something – I was a Girl Scout and I’m a feminist and gay lady and while not a Communist, I do believe some careful application of socialist principles could help our country a great deal. Also, their cookies are delicious.

So now, to keep from crying, please enjoy some very hearty chuckles at those wingnuts expense.


To quote Amy Poehler, don’t tell me what to do with my body or brain, GOP.

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