In case you missed it, Lena Durham has an Obama ad that compares voting to losing one’s virginity. As an accomplished woman, I find it infuriating to be told to vote with my ‘lady parts’, as opposed to getting to vote like men vote – on the economy, the military, the national debt, and quantitative easing.
Since this is a health care policy blog, I’m going to hone in on this gem for today’s rant, whoops, I mean, blog post:
Your first time shouldn’t be with just anybody. You want to do it with a great guy…Someone who cares about and understands women. A guy who cares about whether you get health care insurance, specifically, whether you get birth control.
[Emphasis mine] I’ve been sick and I’ve been injured. Like, frighteningly sick. ‘Needed a tumor excised from my breast’ sick. Hit by a car – twice. Fractured a femur on a different occasion. Had abdominal pain for two years that took three doctors, two ultrasounds, an MRI, and exploratory surgery to diagnose. Even got whooping cough back in middle school.
And this empty-headed bitch thinks that those things can be compared to having to go to Target to buy her own birth control?
In fact, it’s not just that you can’t compare recreational use of contraception to having a huge chunk of abnormal cells removed from your body; the larger issue is that loading up health insurance plans with mandatory goodies means that in order for me to insure myself against the risk of needing cancer treatment, I have to pay for Sandra Fluke and Lena Durham to do the horizontal bop.
The Mafia couldn’t have dreamed up this good of an “offer you can’t refuse” scenario. “That’s a nice wife you have there; looks like she’s expecting. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to her during delivery or to your new baby, right? So you would be willing to pay for the contraception of every irresponsible adult woman in America, right? Thought so.”