Okay so I’m not one to take my politics to teh Internetz, but last week a chord was struck.
I *love* being a lady, so when other people try to tell me what that’s supposed to look like or mean – especially when those other people have no intention of ever experiencing the outcome of what they’re trying to push – well, that’s one of the things on my short list of things that piss me off. every. single. time (other items on list: Twilight, gross chewing, Bally Total Fitness customer service). So last week, between this imbecile, this imbecile, and this Virginia malarky, I had a slight rage attack. Ughhhhhhhh.
I won’t bring this to a large rant, but to wrap it up in one giant, over-simplified statement, I’d so prefer to have the Dems reaching into my wallet from time to time than to have the GOP reaching into my vagina.
And since laughter is the best medicine, an onion piece in response to this VA hogwash:
New Law Requires Women To Name Baby, Paint Nursery
And the delightful “REALLY!?” that snl did in response to all last week’s tom-foolery:
Really!?
(Did I mention that I work in a church basement and that the woman across the hall just very angrily slammed her door while I was watching that second clip? Sorry I’m not sorry for having a uterus. Womp.)
