Okay. Okay. Okay. I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but let me give you a little background: I just read online that the FDA has cleared a drug called “Plan B” to be sold over-the-counter (that is, without a prescription) to “women” over 17 years of age. What is this Plan B, you ask? It’s the morning after pill. Hmmm…
I don’t know why, but this pisses me off. Maybe it’s the newly crazy Catholic in me coming out, but SERIOUSLY…HORNY PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!!! TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY AND EITHER DON’T HAVE SEX OR USE THE OTHER FORMS OF BIRTH CONTROL THAT ARE AVAILABLE!!!
“But, John…I don’t want to actually PLAN something. I just wanna go out there and screw and deal with the consequences later.” Don’t give me that nonsense. Not to sound like the old man I’m becoming, but when I first became sexually active I was pretty smart about it. Did I use protection all the time? Nope. Did my mate? Nope. I suppose it’s entirely possible that I have a few illegitimate children out there (not really). I don’t know what I’m trying to get at here, but let me amuse you with a little story…
…There was a girl that I dated back when I was 17 or so. We had sex. We used protection. She told her mom. Her mom put her on birth control. Big deal, right? Well, I’m thinking it is a big deal. I’m thinking that maybe the whole “kids and parents openly communicating” thing is out the window. Listen, I love the fact that we, as whatever we are, have the ability to make decisions. We have free, human will. The flip side of that is that we also must deal with the consequnces that come with the decisions we make. Silly humans.
Also…Perez Hilton. My wife loves reading the guys gossip column stuff and I enjoy it from time to time…mostly because it’s dumb. Perez didn’t fail to register on the dumb-o-meter when he asked Miss California (who I’m sure has a real name) what she thought about gay marriage. First of all, who in the world decided to make Perez Hilton a judge for the Miss America pageant? Remember back when those spots belonged to either REAL celebrities or no-name contributors to random, unread magazines? I digress. So Perez fell victim to the “if you can’t handle the answer don’t ask the question” routine. Stupid. It’s kind of like me going to my mom and asking “how do you feel about soon-to-be mothers smoking crack?” and her telling me that she did, in fact, partake in the glass wiener while I was in the womb. I guess it’s not really like that, but still…you get my point.
So now you have a bunch of no-nut people out there either praising Miss Cali for actually being honest as well as a bunch of angry people who think gay marriage is awesome. Let me assure you, I do not belong to either camp. First of all, people should be honest as it is, so Miss California doesn’t seem so special for doing so. Secondly, I’m all for people having rights…absolutely…there’s no “but” here. Essentially, when marriage is between a man and a woman, the government looks at it as a union or partnership of sorts. If a state so decides that this same recognition should be given to same-sex couples, so be it. If not…well…at least you don’t have to worry about accidentally getting pregnant and purchasing Plan B.
And that ties this ridiculous rant up rather nicely. Please direct your comments and questions to that brick wall over there.
