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still cheaper than therapy*

23.8.06

tunics are a symptom

this is the conspiracy: my inner feminist is raising her pretty head and pulling my hair to get my attention. fashion this winter (ok, i know i'm totally lame) is all about making every woman on the planet look pregnant. look, this one is even holding her bump and she's a fucking coke-fiend-size-0. This is not being marketed as maternity wear, either, this is The New Top Thing for Everybody. fuck, it's gone all the way downmarket to Old Navy already. put this with the new federal guidelines that actually fucking SAY that all women between puberty and menopause are pre-pregnant? Makes me want to binge drink EVERY FUCKING NIGHT, thanks very much, and that isn't something i enjoy. Buy me my folic acid and healthy food and show me i'll have my same decent job afterwards, only with safe, reliable, cheap (or, better, free) daycare for the anklebiters you're so fucking desperate for? Eliminate sexism in the workplace and break the glass ceiling, which still fucking exists? Give me universal health insurance so i can afford to see a gynecologist when i'm black and poor and living in a city without any ob-gynos? Show support for the kids that already exist, maybe, and get them decent teachers and gym class and art instead of more fucking Tiger Beat and Doritos and Nintendo? no, no no no, let's just take away her freedoms and force-feed her propaganda. the phrase "preconception care" is not being applied to people in fertility clinics, here, where it might actually make sense: it is being applied to ME, and i am many things, but not preconceptual. And i have plans to go to all over europe and drink and climb things that are too high and strenuous and wear inappropriate shoes and travel light and not chug vitamins 24/7 and be free to go and have a good time in the way of my choosing. and FUCK YOU, Oscar De La Renta, for contributing to this bullshit. tags:tunics

extra: one two three

Extra extra scary: Fuck yes, my birth control causes birth defects. No shit, Sherlock. Large doses of hormones on a daily basis, i think so: no good for a health of a nonexistent and entirely hypothetical clump of parasitic, alien cells, so let's hope i can convince the prescribing gyno on this, then. And if this goes on? Little kids that have been incestuously raped? Ahhh, no, keep it honey. Abortion? Birth, ah, issues with that. If men could be pregnant. dipshits.

Extra extra extra: see, i told you.

Extra extra extra extra: DID I FUCKING STUTTER? i have to stop. i kind of want to punch someone.

scrawled @ 18:59