It’s June 18, 2012 and you’ve heard the news these past few days. But just in case the you who’s reading this is doing so in 2112, let me recap for you.
*please still be a website in 2112, youtube*
First, let’s stop to acknowledge how Rep. Lisa Brown is my favorite vagina owner of the month.
The Republican leadership of the Michigan House of Representatives banned her (and Rep. Barb Byrum, my former representative) from the floor of the house. Not because, in their words, she dared to say “vagina” but because she said “I’m flattered that you’re all so interested in my vagina, but no means no.”
They banned her because she equated the legislation, which would require women who wanted an abortion to provide proof that they weren’t coerced into ending their pregnancy (and may I ask… how does one prove that?) to rape.
Except she didn’t.
She did, however, equate this legislation to a woman being forced to do something against their will.
And while I struggle with how someone can possibly prove that no one at all discussed the option of abortion with a woman, much less how a woman is supposed to make a decision without information (which I get is more to their point…), I’m absolutely flummoxed by Republicans fascination with what goes on with my vagina. And apparently, their inherent fear of my vagina and it’s future path of destruction.
Dear Men: I have no such interest in your penises. Nor do I choose to comment on your mass murdering tendencies. I mean… millions and millions of potential baby-making sperm die at your hand every single day. Perhaps if you were fined for every time you masturbate or had to pass some sort of government-issued test before you’re allowed to have sex, I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on my vagina.
Anyway. The vagina discussions of the last week have led to some mighty fine moments, starring me, shouting “VAGINA!” whenever my brain decided to. Eventually, it occurred to me that my name sounds kinda-sorta-not-really-but-close to vagina and it would make an excellent title for a blog.
Which is how this page got its start.
So thank you to Lisa Brown for the idea. And may all the proud vaginas across this great nation remind all the douchebags we’re forced to share air with that No Means No and it’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow them to have say over my vagina.
See. Now they’re good and scared.