Remember when it was considered rude and inconsiderate for men to discuss politics and money in front of women folk because our tiny lady brains couldn’t possibly comprehend checkbooks and voting? It wasn’t that long ago, really. So is it any wonder that a group of swinging dicks want to, once again, tell women what they can and cannot do, especially with their bodies?
All I can say is, Thank you, oh, thank you, cerebral masters. You have no idea how I've toiled: tampons or pads? May your guidance soon lead to this very issue.
Our tiny lady brains don’t know dick about bodies, am I right, ladies? Especially our own! Why, just the other day, I had to ask a man to help me figure out why I was spotting between periods. He said it had something to do with not eating enough red meat.
All I can say is, Thank you, oh, thank you, cerebral masters. You have no idea how I've toiled: tampons or pads? May your guidance soon lead to this very issue.
Our tiny lady brains don’t know dick about bodies, am I right, ladies? Especially our own! Why, just the other day, I had to ask a man to help me figure out why I was spotting between periods. He said it had something to do with not eating enough red meat.
Sound. Logical. Manly.
And I dig that shit.
So you can imagine my delight to find that men are starting, once again, to make decisions for me and my lady friends. Hard decisions about women’s access to contraception and a woman’s right to choose. Ovaries are so complicated! How have we ladies managed to handle our sexual lives, all on our own, up to this point? How have our tiny lady brains not exploded out our pretty lady faces?
Some mysteries are better left unsolved.
All I know is I sleep soundly now, knowing there’s a strong force of men out there looking out for my tiny lady brain. Now I can focus on the things that really matter. I’m just waiting for the men to tell my tiny lady brain what those things are.
