“Never cut what you can untie.” – Joseph Joubert
Condoms and Shots and Sex, Oh My!
Let’s be honest: when it comes to birth control, it’s primarily been up to us women to take the reigns of responsibility. Whether it’s the Depo Shot, the pill, the diaphragm (yes they still make those), or just inserting foreign things into your body in hopes it doesn’t turn you into an emotional nutcase, I’d say it’s about 90 percent our responsibility to avoid the whole disease and baby-host thing. Even condoms, we have to make sure are readily available in case our male counterparts forget.
That’s not to say men aren’t capable of taking precautions, but my boyfriend has trouble matching his socks, so I’m not going to risk leaving my reproductive future in his hands.
Now, ladies, they are finally making a contraceptive for men – halle-fucking-lujah! – and if you trust your man to be responsible enough to get the shot, it’s a huge weight off our back (and uterus).
Here’s how it works and yes, it’s almost completely effective!
I don’t want to make the claim that being a woman is difficult because, in many ways, it isn’t. I love being a woman and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy some advantages that come with being one. I’ve gotten more free drinks than I can count, I’ve gotten out of doing manual labor I was totally capable of, and I’ve had men do some very nice things that they most certainly wouldn’t do for each other.
However, I’m not sure those advantages make up for the fact that I’m over-talked in most board meetings, if I’m mad it’s seen as “bitchy” or “it must be that time of the month”, and my ability to do my job is often reduced to my coyness and looks if I want to get ahead.
It’s pretty much a lose-lose situation and sometimes you just have to play the game if you want to survive this male-dominated world.
And here are just a few of the dichotomies us women have to deal with on a daily basis. To sum it up this pretty much means we “lose” if we’re the alpha chick that doesn’t take shit but also if we’re the flirty, cute one that lets sexual advances roll off her shoulders.
Pack your bags, everyone, cuz we’re going to go visit our friendly neighbors across the pond and we may never be coming back (or getting off this train)