This will be a short post. I fell off my bicycle this weekend and sprained my wrist. A sprain sounds like a non-event, but this is a pretty bad injury. I thought it was broken and am grateful it is not. Still, typing and using the mouse with my non-dominant hand is hard. I hear these sorts of challenges are good for the brain. I welcome the opportunity to improve.
It's good that the Vicodin is kicking in, because I was really mad about Rush Limbaugh calling Sandra Fluke a slut and wanted to write in great detail about my thoughts on that. Now I'm just happy, and I haven't offended anyone. I might do that later, but I will have to wait until my wrist heals. Maybe this injury was God's way of telling me to shut up.
OK. I do need to share this. The thing that was odd about that whole deal was when Limbaugh said she was a slut because she was having so much sex that she needed government money to pay for all the pills. I'm like, it doesn't matter if she has sex once or 100 times -- when it comes to the birth control pill, you don't pay by the drink. Surely he knows that?
The magazine Mother Jones reported, "Once you wade through the bile and the realization that the country's most popular conservative radio host has devoted hours on his show to attempting to bully a woman into silence for her views on birth control, it becomes clear that Limbaugh, a man over 60 who is now on his fourth marriage, does not seem to understand how birth control pills work."
Isn't it grand that people shaping the debate on women's health issues think birth control pills are like Viagra? Legislators are busy changing the rules that impact reproductive choices, and it seems to me that it's a good time to be anything but fertile. Some legislators are fighting back with proposals to mandate the screening men must endure to get Viagra. Rectal exams? Lectures on celibacy? Seems fair.
I will not share my other idea for a campaign to reclaim the word slut. It came to me as I lingered in the emergency room waiting for x-rays. I thought it was brilliant, but I might have been delirious.
