The battle rages here in America over who is going to own their vagina in the new millenium. I see all kinds of movements afoot to get women to ingest all manner of pills and medications in order to regulate their poons. Some of the medicines make the poon infertile, while others kill the love slot slowly. How much you want to bet me that OPRAH sells some of these drugs on her television show and in her publications?
A spearmint dream deferred? Chewable contraception that freshens your breath while your ovaries are shriveled like a raisin in the sun.
This birth control patch isn’t just killing eggs. It’s killing egg holders too.
And last, but certainly not least, Plan B. Because someone just forgot that Plan A should only have been some heavy petting.
Do you see how many pills are required to have sex? And then you still have to worry about HPV and lord knows what else the neoconservative scientists are incubating in their reichstag labs. Do yourself a favor until you are ready to settle down. Masturbate. At least you won’t become a pill addict.
